tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32022582759448998752026-06-16T12:08:34.514+01:00....Kodjo Deynoo Poetry (K.D.P) An Impressionist PoetI do not seek to educate, I am only but a student in the school of life, I only hope to hear you express your thoughts, from your own thinking and analysis, so we can learn from each other. Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.comBlogger1360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-62036467223848780952018-10-10T16:54:00.002+01:002018-10-10T18:27:03.257+01:00I Learnt Yoga, I Do Yoga
Pen to paper,
My mind is like river's flow,
Falls from mountains, liquid into vapour
And I am juggling, jiggling
Many situations, to have to deal with
Stress on my mind
Wisdom now needs
More packaging, repackaging
To be sold, on open markets
The jister is the most popular,
But never the one to be called
For reasoning, in times of crisis.
Christ! Lord have mercy,
Meaningless, irrelevant Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-88581513708868343282018-09-18T15:03:00.000+01:002018-09-20T07:11:50.556+01:00The Storm
Kamikaze!!
"what" this is just gonna be a blood bath
"what" did I stutter
"what" did I stammer
"what" did I mumble.
Ok ok again ok again,
Kamikaze
This is gonna be a blood bath.
Knee deep, in the trenches of blood
"what" rivers of blood
"What", like Vampires, all out to feast,
Like its hunting season, on the whales
And the Scandinavians and Japanese
Are all out to hunt.
"what" red is the Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-33472670694083039532018-07-19T06:48:00.000+01:002018-07-19T10:56:37.413+01:00Traveler's Path
Good byes
are like funerals without the body
funeral day cloth, colours are as you please black, red, white or whatever
what does it matter
There are no bodies to cry over
no grounds soft enough to dig
save your crocodile tears
I am not that heavy, enough of that already
I have said soo many "MORE TIME"
and seen soo many friends fade
into distance with no contact
some I didn't even Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-61519176200049068842018-02-19T12:17:00.001+00:002018-02-19T15:40:54.375+00:00Who is Ebony Reigns
I am from the colourful side of the planet
But we are often all just so colour blind
On these visions
Short sightedness, seeing
Long sightedness, vision 20/20
None sighted this
Potholes on our road rolls,
Rules as the status quo, hills and valleys
Turns are sharp, eager to bite
Peddle to the metal
And it is a mexican stand
On face on collusion
My story, rest in peace
Now the dead are not Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-81790468050578107532018-01-06T08:36:00.001+00:002018-01-07T12:44:01.295+00:00Signatures in my dairy
Theft in society is sanctioned by governmental civil servant institutions.
Excuse the drug lord, he is only just a business man, into pharmaceuticals
Excuse the black market guy, he is only just into finance, sometimes he makes it rain
The first three pages of the most wanted list has been torn off, full of familiar names "white wash" conspiracy
Extortion is rampant and is done openly Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-42031964134608388042017-12-01T14:10:00.001+00:002017-12-03T11:58:09.483+00:00Who made me a slave
Who made me a slave
In the 21st century
Who locked me in chains, caged
For Africa, as a slave
Trump over Hillary, seeking refuge
Everyday, anyday; oasis in dystopia
She is the reason
I am being sold as a slave
In Libya in the 21st century
For those that talk
Are not as dangerious
As those that act
Oh and Obama
Is no son of Africa
An imposter
He Killed Gadafi
For a place at the table
Of Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-23801694401029500042017-11-18T08:57:00.001+00:002017-11-18T08:57:44.984+00:00The Debt Collector
I have stopped
Doing good for now
It is costing me too much
Like the sales seasons
Reduced to clear of summers
Wear no longer on the racks.
Debt collection
Has become too much
Of a hustle now
As agreed rejected now
Having to chase
Dear old regret
Just to put things back
In their rightful place
Back to order
Loosing on opportunity cost
Where whole meal is now
Reduced to piece meal
I am Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-80452863778392890232017-11-17T11:13:00.001+00:002017-11-19T15:35:07.187+00:00Legends of the outpost
Case in point, Frank Matthews
Like a page in a chapter
Opened in a book
Verses, what I have read in pages
Are pages to my left, flipping
Reading like a testimony of events
Functionality of blurred lines
With reality, stranger than fiction
And you can't write like nature
Even Shakespeare wouldn't try
And if there are masters
To be mentioned he stands
Suspense volcanic Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-39136283802675241182017-11-15T12:02:00.001+00:002017-11-15T12:02:37.431+00:00City Life
City life,
We are all guilty
Of the crime
And yet we are all
Victims of the crime,
Be it for love or greed
Honesty is knowing
The moon has no light
But who cares
When saying
The moon's light is beautiful
Just sounds right.
No oné seeks to be clear
On the sides we stand on
As black or white,
We just want to know
How to handle grey,
On cloudy days
For that is reality
In the míst of Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-26413382749650323612017-11-12T02:18:00.000+00:002017-11-13T13:33:30.791+00:00In love and war
When guns are pointed
Even in peace times,
There is always the risk
Of friendly fire.
The enemy within,
With itchy trigger fingers
Always looking for a reason
To execute excuse actions
Where innocent souls
Are lined up on firing squads
On pretence of an invite
To break bread at Sun set
There will be tragedy
When perfect aims are taken
And shots fired on command
By Generals sitted Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-61245046327278413292017-11-11T12:18:00.000+00:002017-11-11T21:58:12.440+00:00Night and Day
Night expects day
Just as day
Expects night,
Like work shift to clock off
After handover on
Twelve hours long
And the moon
Is warned, be warned
To bear witness at night
As friends of the Sun
But not to speak of
What is seen
And the ecslipe is
Told the same
Be warned, you are warned
Recognising it was a privilege
To have been invited
To bear witness
Not a right
To have a view
And commentKodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-8374342777222304922017-11-09T04:37:00.003+00:002017-11-15T17:16:09.471+00:00Meek Mills on the cotton farm
What the neighbours don't realise is that
They are still living on the cotton farm
Chains are now like luxury items worn
But to the effect it's purpose it serves
This means any one of them
Can be pulled off, at any time
Of cause the masters
Do that On the regular
It is a must
It has to be done
To enforce the condition
That must be kept
Neighbours on the cotton farm
Working hard to Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-36370250710733139042017-11-04T12:00:00.001+00:002017-11-04T12:07:30.012+00:00The Doctor's Time
If time is given
Its due respect
Ghana will go
A long way
And Ghanaians will
Accomplish a lot more
Before they die
Rest in peace, free of time
Ask me why,
Why why why
I have been sat
Long in waiting
For four hours long
This morning, and counting
Clocks still ticking
Tucking, ticking away with fingers
Loud to my ears
On fustration
My heart pumping
Blood pressure up.
I need a Doctor
Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-38292712045796205062017-11-03T07:00:00.001+00:002017-11-03T07:04:48.713+00:00November my dedication
My Father is a son of November
I am a son of November
And my dedication follows
November is when
I am aligned perfectly
With the universe, serendipity
My web energy
My Source energy
Are fully charged
This is my birth month
My grace period
My dedication follows
My thread always finds
The eye of the needle
Around this time
On first attempt
Always on first attempt
My dedication Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-37547867679891137842017-11-02T09:17:00.000+00:002017-11-12T11:59:25.081+00:00Being me
If you see my, foot steps
In a sand, steps marked
And you place your, foot in
Granted, it does not mean
Granted, you have walked
Granted, in my shoes, No!
You only placed your foot
In a mark I left in the sand
I left behind, I did that
A by product
Many of which I have left
Many times over in my walk of life
If you are that desperate
Then try my worn shirt
For size, one size, fits all
Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-43903866640837798742017-11-01T09:17:00.001+00:002017-11-01T09:30:53.016+00:00Crowning a King
Summon all the elders
And ask, do ask
Who will be made a King
He sat humbly
At a corner unassumed
Almost out of pictures frame
A few others frantically
Waving hands for attention
And attention given
He saw no need
No need to
why ever to
Relevance can not
Be contested when left
For prosperity to judge
Hang ons, hang ons
Fall off past their value
Just over the atmospheres range
We Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-4773244903368290692017-10-30T17:08:00.004+00:002018-06-09T06:20:21.039+01:00The dead and stress
Even stress is envied by the dead
Ask me what my value is
Time is of the essence
Time with a purpose
Like empty baskets waiting
To be filled in with an element
Elementry, some say
You can't carry water in a basket
Tell them, Gods honest truth be told
They really haven't been tested
At the elenth hour to innovate
Find a reason, find your focus
And when the time comes
You will indeed findKodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-45456912165154125992017-10-30T09:25:00.003+00:002017-10-31T09:26:42.102+00:00Life is beautifully ugly
How the bird feels
Halfway across the ocean
With no land insight
When the rain decides
To collect its debt
With interest
And you know, I tell you, trevally
These are fishes that eat birds
Flying out of the sea to attack
Feathers are left
Swiming to drown after
Spiraling down the deep blue
Yet even stranger things
Are found half way
Through on oceans voyage
From an elephant to a cow,
An Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-78319766640265041072017-10-24T17:42:00.000+01:002017-10-24T17:42:23.989+01:00Identity Crisis
The greatest wealth
In life is being
Being able to maintain
Your character of being.
After all the scar test,
The trials and tribulations
And betrayal we encounter.
#life #philosophy
If you see the old smile
Wish on prayers, I will pray with u
That you can be afforded
That blessing of being
If you live to see that age
If you are graced to be
I pray you don't loose yourself
I pray I Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-60908391960021209792017-10-17T07:03:00.000+01:002017-10-17T07:16:35.220+01:00My late Blossom
I am going through
A stage right now
A transformational
Stage right now
A long awaited
Stage right now
I feel it through thoughts
And emotional essence
I am in expectation
Of a new dawn as new
Awaiting a paradigm shift
Of self awareness
Though it is dounting
It is also with anticipated joy
I am whole now,
No longer walking alone
On these pathes of life
On these narrow roads
I Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-37190437464164188332017-10-15T11:07:00.001+01:002017-10-15T13:16:31.578+01:00Why I am Pie
No one ever wants
To know truth, be told
Because we are all a sum
Average of complexity, observed
With a narrowed down summary
That forms an identity
That we define as truly us
Engineered
Plus or minus to a significant
Number, as we proceed
Oh but who is doing maths here
We are a summary of pie.
Pie r2 . 3.141592.......
Keep going and you will
Get to numerical codes
Your phone Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-81567438589560414752017-10-14T16:16:00.001+01:002017-10-17T06:26:43.874+01:00To the departed
Saturday is here again,
Find your funeral attire
And wear to attend
Many that have left us
Take their final journey today
Towards and beyound
Earth opens its bosom to take back
That which she gave so free,
But on time limit, to expire.
Feel a sense of humility
As u bare witness,
Put into context ur troubles today.
Appreciate the blessing
Of being alive,
As alive you are today
To feel, toKodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-58418781537111217872017-10-13T04:44:00.001+01:002017-10-13T07:21:54.108+01:00A witness statement at Atomic
Do I dare spit tongue on current affiars, on witness statements at Atomic junction
Cars parked in car parks
Bubbbles burst from baloons hanged.
Winds and fire swiveling
bond entwined in a hug
running up on heated romance
Case in point, case at a point
Atomic on a blast
LPG as life persons gone.
Abbreviations on roll call
as register of respondents
missing out on duties tasked.
School Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-55838448588051387272017-09-17T11:01:00.002+01:002017-10-13T07:25:51.149+01:00City of Angels
City of angels but no wings are needed here, through the tunnels we all get dirt on our shoulders.
Those with wings shed them off
it is no use in the gutters of life.
We shed skins but that doesn't make us new as born, again born, clean slate
Snakes with bite marks crying out for fair play.. stones are thrown with guilty conscience, confessions to those that have more to confess to.
Do Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202258275944899875.post-64833132591243874402017-09-01T06:24:00.001+01:002017-09-01T14:47:19.205+01:00The red mist
The red mist is the devil to the wise man's peace.
His reasoning and patience, his calm and his toughts.
For such storms explodes and fires lighting strikes
That are purposeful to sabotage, good reasoning
I have sat with sage too many times to have forgotten what he looks like.
But sometimes I just walk past in a hurry with such speeds
In search of him, when it matters most
Watching a Kodjo Deynoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01299996598769756878noreply@blogger.com0