There She Goes

There she goes

Clothed in gold but covered in mud

Framed with disgrace yet full of grace

Ill painted with fornication

And awaiting to be crowned with a protruding belly But

Early before the sun rise, she swings her waist

Before glittering eyes, beaming with anger

Iced in fear, she limps on a leg

With a pot placed on her head

But her smile shone brighter than the sun

A symbol of beauty she was

She passed the test of tradition

With many unanswered questions clinged to her success

Time after time she will be head lined

As the line between man and the gods

For none has ever defied the gods

And lived to write their biography

Slowly, she retracts her steps majestically

Into the mouth of the river

Over the banks are jeering inhabitants

Waiting for her to be swallowed whole

Into the belly of the sacred river god

But she walks on the water lightly like a feather

A proof of her innocence which could be tested all over her face

Right from the on set

Then suddenly I emerged from nowhere

Took the pot from her head

And filled it with contents of the sacred water

Carried her shoulder high and walked 

Through the flooded path towards home

 Used or abused probably, Only the gods could vindicate 

But she was a miracle I held in my sleep

And I still wander if such beauty could ever be contained

On this earth, then I heard a voice in my head

"It was just a dream" but I hope to visit

again someday soon just to see how the story goes

And maybe write the end of this beautiful story

A poem by S Kojo Frimpong

AHMADIYYA

Yesterday, God sent me a poem

A madrigal beautifully crafted

From the muds of Eden

I prayed for a godsend

But He epitomized His artistry through the beautiful art of work

Wonderfully and beautifully sculptured to me as a present

Prepared to haul into the future with me 

But tomorrow is never certain 

Because the world is brightened by darkness

The night has become the light of the day 

But she moonshines the twilight with her smile

Burning a mile away from heaven

Cooling my gates of hell

Yell her name "Ahmadiyya" and with the sound of trumpets,

Heavens will tremble with joy

Amidst thick clouds of dust

As Angels and demons stomp their feet

In attention position on the clouds

Flooding the earth with downpours

I can't depict what greeted my sights

In this poetry of the Creator

As much as I try to read 

Most of the lines are metaphors

Discernible but hard to figure out

The entire contents and essence 

But from head to toe was she shrouded in a veil

And she seeks the creator from the face of the West

With her head buried in the sand

I don't know what God looks like

But I know for sure that

God is a poem, a beautiful story

Written to us in our sleep

For our eyes are too sightless

To see the real grandeur

Of the creator's writings in molding these daughters of Eve

Written By;

S Kojo Frimpong