Submissions by wooancestor (Aziz Baako)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a poet observing the Policies and Politics of our time.21st century
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 4:06pm
14th Sep 2011 4:06pm
THE SONS OF THE DESERT SANDS
Freedom and I were by a phone
Booth waiting for a bus home
At 04:00 GMT.
After hours of hanging
Out with hustlers
And thieves of the city of
Accra all night long.
We were about to join
A bus when
Freedom drew my attention
To the third phone booth
On my right. A woman
With an American
Accent was speaking on the phone.
Listen, Freedom said to me
Then I began listening.
While the American woman
Continued talking.
…For many years now
Many parents have lost
Their children to numerous wars
Fought...
Booth waiting for a bus home
At 04:00 GMT.
After hours of hanging
Out with hustlers
And thieves of the city of
Accra all night long.
We were about to join
A bus when
Freedom drew my attention
To the third phone booth
On my right. A woman
With an American
Accent was speaking on the phone.
Listen, Freedom said to me
Then I began listening.
While the American woman
Continued talking.
…For many years now
Many parents have lost
Their children to numerous wars
Fought...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 4:03pm
14th Sep 2011 4:03pm
The Grace of my Race
The pace of black race is laced with God’s grace,
It is amazing how we escaped disgrace
And years of degrade of our race.
I was near tears when I reflected the years of fear
In our minds that kept us behind and blind.
One time in a multiracial community
I was consumed in a fine rhyme
Of Hip hop lines filled with crime
Scenes created by the system.
Miming some of the fine
Lines that told our stories in anthems.
Then a young blonde woman looked at me with remorse
As if what she heard about our bonds are just rumors.
I am an...
It is amazing how we escaped disgrace
And years of degrade of our race.
I was near tears when I reflected the years of fear
In our minds that kept us behind and blind.
One time in a multiracial community
I was consumed in a fine rhyme
Of Hip hop lines filled with crime
Scenes created by the system.
Miming some of the fine
Lines that told our stories in anthems.
Then a young blonde woman looked at me with remorse
As if what she heard about our bonds are just rumors.
I am an...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2011 2:25pm
10th Aug 2011 2:25pm
Western Aid
Barbarous, monstrous, heartless
Is how the West refers to the Continent.
Black, dark and the third world
Is what we are referred to oh! Lord.
Wars funded by aids are still blazing
Fire on the streets. It is amazing
How the world’s Organization
Is matching just to watch
And the rest of the world
Watching in the eyes of the media
Men trained to see the evils
Sponsored by the devil
Oh! Lord.
They refer to us as deformed
Continent of abused men,
We are on our knees now oh! Lord
Praying YOU reform
Somalia and Liberia...
Is how the West refers to the Continent.
Black, dark and the third world
Is what we are referred to oh! Lord.
Wars funded by aids are still blazing
Fire on the streets. It is amazing
How the world’s Organization
Is matching just to watch
And the rest of the world
Watching in the eyes of the media
Men trained to see the evils
Sponsored by the devil
Oh! Lord.
They refer to us as deformed
Continent of abused men,
We are on our knees now oh! Lord
Praying YOU reform
Somalia and Liberia...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2011 2:19pm
10th Aug 2011 2:19pm
The Teenager
I once saw a teenage girl prowl the streets
With pride and energy.
She strolled into a salon.
She modeled by piles of cosmetics
To a large mirror.
Turning left and right
As if checking for errors.
I tapped her and chipped
In. She smile and said she is
Clara, Ancestor I mentioned
My name. Ancestor! She exclaimed
Yes Ancestor I claimed.
After a lengthy chat,
I told her about everything I know
About the news that day.
I told her about Aziz
And she told me about Freedom
I told her everything new today would be old...
With pride and energy.
She strolled into a salon.
She modeled by piles of cosmetics
To a large mirror.
Turning left and right
As if checking for errors.
I tapped her and chipped
In. She smile and said she is
Clara, Ancestor I mentioned
My name. Ancestor! She exclaimed
Yes Ancestor I claimed.
After a lengthy chat,
I told her about everything I know
About the news that day.
I told her about Aziz
And she told me about Freedom
I told her everything new today would be old...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2011 3:13am
28th Jul 2011 3:13am
Laboratory Hobbies
Laboratory babies are the hobbies
Of The mad scientist.
I hear their strategies
Work well
In the course of years
For the pharmaceutical industries.
It is a kind of hell
When the media report the ailing
Of the African child wailing
With these infections.
My reflections
Of these scenery reminded
Me of an infested
Family who were questioning
Me what H1N1 was.
I told them it is a game to defame
Us. Whiles I was talking
The TV had HIV patients
Flashing on the screen
And with patience
I was explaining...
Of The mad scientist.
I hear their strategies
Work well
In the course of years
For the pharmaceutical industries.
It is a kind of hell
When the media report the ailing
Of the African child wailing
With these infections.
My reflections
Of these scenery reminded
Me of an infested
Family who were questioning
Me what H1N1 was.
I told them it is a game to defame
Us. Whiles I was talking
The TV had HIV patients
Flashing on the screen
And with patience
I was explaining...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jul 2011 3:09am
28th Jul 2011 3:09am
What a Day
Tourist touring the country
Were pouring into my pantry
Looking good and eating good
Food from the belly of my hood
In Dc
This reminded me of good old days
When Joe and I would stroll
On the street
For some good Fufu and tofu.
These days I can’t stroll for fufu
Especially As Joe is gone
And gone for too long.
Joe said he was going
To come back to Ghana
With honors of a doctor
Hmm what a day
What a day?
Today’s date is 9/11
And tonight at nine
Joe is dropping to my
Pub In DC
The...
Were pouring into my pantry
Looking good and eating good
Food from the belly of my hood
In Dc
This reminded me of good old days
When Joe and I would stroll
On the street
For some good Fufu and tofu.
These days I can’t stroll for fufu
Especially As Joe is gone
And gone for too long.
Joe said he was going
To come back to Ghana
With honors of a doctor
Hmm what a day
What a day?
Today’s date is 9/11
And tonight at nine
Joe is dropping to my
Pub In DC
The...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2011 2:34pm
25th Jul 2011 2:34pm
Prisoners
Dear Freedom,
Ghana has changed the ruling
Administration.
And I am consumed in the darkness
Of a darkroom as I write
To you right now.
I assume you are doing well
Out in the walls
Of the big prison built
By the architects of hell.
Booms of stressed expressions
Is still oozing from my JVC
Speakers reminding me of
The thousands of us scattered
Around the world in different
Continents, countries, Cities
And communities..
I still listen to Hip Hop Freedom.
Have you listen to Talib’s
Beautiful Struggle? ...
Ghana has changed the ruling
Administration.
And I am consumed in the darkness
Of a darkroom as I write
To you right now.
I assume you are doing well
Out in the walls
Of the big prison built
By the architects of hell.
Booms of stressed expressions
Is still oozing from my JVC
Speakers reminding me of
The thousands of us scattered
Around the world in different
Continents, countries, Cities
And communities..
I still listen to Hip Hop Freedom.
Have you listen to Talib’s
Beautiful Struggle? ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2011 2:26pm
25th Jul 2011 2:26pm
A Pub In DC
In our hang out in DC
The post office rockets in the skies
Whiles the Police station tower
Counting the hours of crime
In our time like a fine rhyme.
.
The DC Pub stretches towards
A snaky road that connects
The community market’s annex.
In this Pub, DC brags about
Being the best among the rest
Of neighborhoods in the city.
Inside this Pub some days
We perch
To take some reasons,
And some other time
To make some decisions.
One Sunday
When everybody
Who is somebody
Was right in there,
A group...
The post office rockets in the skies
Whiles the Police station tower
Counting the hours of crime
In our time like a fine rhyme.
.
The DC Pub stretches towards
A snaky road that connects
The community market’s annex.
In this Pub, DC brags about
Being the best among the rest
Of neighborhoods in the city.
Inside this Pub some days
We perch
To take some reasons,
And some other time
To make some decisions.
One Sunday
When everybody
Who is somebody
Was right in there,
A group...
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jul 2011 12:37pm
19th Jul 2011 12:37pm
Will Freedom Be Free?
Freedom is a an African youth
Enrolled
in the school
Of hard
knocks.
He
doesn’t know about the university
But
knows the rules of the universe.
All
he knows about democracy
What
Clara has said to him.
And
again he has seen the people vote
And
has observed Presidents take oath.
Freedom was all hopeful one day
When Clara told
Him
to hold
On,
because most of the African Leaders
Have
studied the universe
In
the best universities.
Yes
we can hold on as the world...
Enrolled
in the school
Of hard
knocks.
He
doesn’t know about the university
But
knows the rules of the universe.
All
he knows about democracy
What
Clara has said to him.
And
again he has seen the people vote
And
has observed Presidents take oath.
Freedom was all hopeful one day
When Clara told
Him
to hold
On,
because most of the African Leaders
Have
studied the universe
In
the best universities.
Yes
we can hold on as the world...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2011 12:30pm
19th Jul 2011 12:30pm
What DO You Know About Africa?
What
do you know about Africa?
Is
it the news, the views or the review
Of
news paper overviews.
Is
it the Aids patient or the patience
We
have with Western Aids?
Is
it the grain of wheat
Or
the gains of the elite.
What
do you know about Africa?
Do
you know the media exaggerates
The
stories to sell their views.
Do
you know we don’t sleep on trees?
I
heard in the West the pictures
Shown
on TV is only on HIV.
I
also heard that the perceptions
Out
there is that...
do you know about Africa?
Is
it the news, the views or the review
Of
news paper overviews.
Is
it the Aids patient or the patience
We
have with Western Aids?
Is
it the grain of wheat
Or
the gains of the elite.
What
do you know about Africa?
Do
you know the media exaggerates
The
stories to sell their views.
Do
you know we don’t sleep on trees?
I
heard in the West the pictures
Shown
on TV is only on HIV.
I
also heard that the perceptions
Out
there is that...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2011 5:18pm
13th Jul 2011 5:18pm
Tears of the Dying Species
Anytime
I am in the gray side of my mind
I
think about the kind of world
We
will be living behind.
I
think about the headlines in the news
I
think about the Politics and Religion,
I
think about Freedom and the likes of him.
I
think about the year of birth and tears of death
But
what intrigued me the most is the Dynasties
Of
Men in Power.
Anytime
I am in doldrums and I think about
The
Political Parties, Gangs and organizations
Dominating the headlines.
I
think about the Freemasons
And...
I am in the gray side of my mind
I
think about the kind of world
We
will be living behind.
I
think about the headlines in the news
I
think about the Politics and Religion,
I
think about Freedom and the likes of him.
I
think about the year of birth and tears of death
But
what intrigued me the most is the Dynasties
Of
Men in Power.
Anytime
I am in doldrums and I think about
The
Political Parties, Gangs and organizations
Dominating the headlines.
I
think about the Freemasons
And...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2011 5:11pm
13th Jul 2011 5:11pm
Eve of the Event
EVE OF THE EVENT (AUG. 31ST)
Like the eve of every event
The preparation to prevent
The preparatory school
From burning wasn’t cool
Enough to prevent Emily’s
Family and other families
From watching the Russian
Children burn in that confusion.
Emily on the eve of the event
Was six and ready to fix
A future she never know
Could feature the atrocity
Of September 1st in that city.
It was her birthday on the eve of the event
Emily was happy on the eve of the event.
She snapped many photographs
And even sign an...
Like the eve of every event
The preparation to prevent
The preparatory school
From burning wasn’t cool
Enough to prevent Emily’s
Family and other families
From watching the Russian
Children burn in that confusion.
Emily on the eve of the event
Was six and ready to fix
A future she never know
Could feature the atrocity
Of September 1st in that city.
It was her birthday on the eve of the event
Emily was happy on the eve of the event.
She snapped many photographs
And even sign an...
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