Posts Tagged ‘#life’

I’m only a passerby
Sent by success to say hi
That with little push you can go high.
Life is only but an exam
Just believe and be calm

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Take time to enrich yourself,
Have command over yourself
To produce a favorable solution.

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Always remember, your first backup team.
Is You
Cos u understand yourself better.

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Posted: January 9, 2017 in QUOTES
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Imagine to go high
To push you to look to the sky
Life formula.

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Posted: January 9, 2017 in QUOTES
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That moment where you look up,
Draw your motivation from the flying bird.
Cos no matter the nature of the weather,
IT STILL FLIES.

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SHADES OF LIFE

Posted: August 1, 2016 in HARD NUTS
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So much for the nature of the crocodile
It comes out of water and stays there for a while
And just as you come by,
It looks at you and winks a Hi.
Life always starts like an empty file
You begin with zero and count to nine.
Filled with delicacies ,the food ,oh not to talk of the wine.
It sweetens , loosens and carries you away unto the islands in the sky.
Making you think, the women, cars, food ,wealth, are all mine
The moment of pure fulfillment as it only remains one thing
I have everything,
Until you realize that you’ve lost something,
Then you know you have nothing.

Life is not all about seed sowing
A time to do thoughts selection ,clearing and plowing, 
The blend of all these become the success weapon
One which you shall grow to rely on.
Like the voice of my beloved
Melting down all feeling of being troubled
Her breath on mine certifies that my .life is doubled.
Like those in shinny suits in long convoys
Talking on screens with an angel’s voice
As they sip the earnings of those they lord over
Only to live their lives always looking over their shoulders
As though being hunted by the evils of the dark bunkers
Where men kill with the ideals of saving our nation.
A nation that dwells in the hands corrupt invasions.

My hustling has ended me in the porch of knowledge
There too taking only the strength of courage
Courage of standing long hours” Book-filled” sense
That which grants you passage over the fence.
Or beneath the fence, as doctrines may say.
Like the clerics in most pure garments of the day
But tainted with the filth of magic,
Oh sorry , modern day Christianity very tragic
Our poor souls hunt for a resting place
For I hear , salvation is a race.
My guess is , there is no place for losers.
But blessed are the givers.
And hopeful are the receivers.

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Life folds and unfolds
Like the mat of a bedwetter ,
It carries an unbearable stench
But a perfume to the bedwetter
It twists and turns
Like the braids of Sisala woman.
Leading to a dark nowhere
Like the path to the graveyard
Though it sometimes leads somewhere
Like rout to a banquet
Hmm mbr3 abrab) tse nye no.

It runs on the decisions
Like the roll coaster on its rails
Though sometimes presents you with none.
It comes at you with unlimited puzzles
Like the app for brain boosting.
But with limited answers.
Like the principle of Economics
Life they say ,
Is how you make it
Like the craft of the blacksmith
What if there nothing to make it
Like the painter without his paint
Hmm mbr3 )bra tse yen .

© The Haymaker 2015

THOUGHTS

Posted: October 5, 2015 in HARD NUTS, THE HAYMAKER
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Weighing down on me are my thoughts.
Raining down on me each second with the oughts .
Passing each moment like a novel
Filled with so many characters
That I wonder how big my head is.

Tossing and rolling on an empty bed,
Through the contours of my viens
Into the knuckles that clutch this pen
Causing it to move according to it’s waves
Like the ballet dancer to her tune.

My mind is at work,
My brain never seize to sigh.
Though I ask myself why,
I know its the surge to aim high
That has been society’s cry.

Holding fast onto my head
Like the beast who just missed being fed.
Hoping to make all seem clear
For that’s all I can bear
With this crown of thoughts I wear.

© The Haymaker 2015

Life

Posted: June 7, 2015 in NATURE
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~~ “The light of a candle is easy but ute meeting is of a tale that last patience”. Congratulations Poet for winning thishonorary award. Can you tell us your name and brief educational background?

Born Solomon Tetteh Adusu but prefer my indigenous name, Nene Tetteh Adusu as my grandmother called me. I had my junior high school education at Lerato Preparatory school then went to Accra Academy then to the University of Cape Coast where I majored in Theatre Studies.

~~ Ever dreamt of becoming a poet, Mr. Adusu? And how far has the journey been with poetry?

Dreamt? Woow. I did dream of becoming many things and being a poet i must confess was surreal in my dream. I did dream of doing art and its evident the art of poetry is one. Started doing poetry in high school but it was on the low. I was searching myself and studying during that period till i got to the university.

~~ What has been the inspiration in writing poetry?

I believe in the potency of words. The ability of words to erect a universe like ours and even create all that we see is enough inspiration to me. To use words to transform, teach…. Everything and nothing inspires my poetry.

~~ Why not any other genre but poetry?

I do not do only poetry. I’m a dramatist, a playwright and an essayist as well.
**wow…that’s great!

~~ Were you expecting to win any of this noble honorary award?

I was not expecting to win any of the honorary awards but like the saying that postulates that, one  gives honour where its due humbles me to claim the honour. I don’t like keeping high hopes because i believe  rewards come deservingly.

~~ Poet Nene, how far has poetry transformed your life?

This questions is one that makes me search for words to answer. Poetry kept me company when i was alone in my solitude. It gave me an outlet for my thoughts and emotion.. poetry made me a thinker… that’s what i can gather for you now.

~~ Does poetry in our parts of the world (Africa) get enough support?

I cannot speak for Africa because some do get the needed support. However, i can speak of Ghana. What is keeping poetry active here is the passion of the poets. As to support, what support exactly? If I’m to note any support which is not enough to water our poetry, it will be the support from poetry groups, from P.O.E.T.S, Ehalakasa, Rainmakers and the like. I however hear of some product support from companies but i do hold that, its simply not enough.

~~How best has social media help in your poetry writings?

Social media has provided me with a wide readership. As to how it has boosted my writings, it has presented me with some critics who appreciate my poetry. Such appreciations   provide me with varied views which helps me to
Shape the poems if need be.

~~ What have been some of the challenges so far as a poet?

I do see challenges but I do not acknowledge them once I find my way around them. I jokingly do say that, I hate to see challenge feel so big. But let me acknowledge one here. The difficulty in getting a publisher and not a printer. That is one I’m  finding a way around still.

~~ What comments can you make to those who have supported you thus far?

Should my lips say thanks only
My being will jitter for its not enough
My heart I carry to their feet
as sincere GRATITUDE
Bellowing beneath their feet!
that’s what I say to them always!
——wink—–