The Supa Striker (Poetry Written By: Poetic Dela)

The Cheers! The Chants! The Euphoria!

we experience, is made possible by 

beauty of the game

The Skills! The Strength! The Goals!

we see are made possible by The Supa Striker

Some call him the "King of goals"

Others call him the "Goal Machine"

I call him "The Supa Striker"

How do you call him?

Yes! He is The Supa Striker just because

of his amazing skills on the ball

and how beautifully he makes goals easy

Yes! The Supa Striker just because 

of how humble he is

and good looking as well

But these are words one would 

see as praises to The Supa Striker

years back

But today, these words

represent tributes to The Supa Striker

Yes!

The Supa Striker has embarked on a journey

of no return

A journey to a world where

Tears are no more

Hunger, non-existent

and pain, dead!

He suffered in his last days on earth

Now he will smile in eternity

Manuel!

You were the Blackstar during the tournament

way back in 2008

Even though you could not turn 80

You will be idolized till your 18th generation

Journey well Legend!

Tears,

Poetic Yesu.

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After God Fear Woman (Written by: Poetic Dela)

Mothers call them daughters

Friends refer to them as Girlfriends

Husbands call them their wives

How do you call them?

I know you wonder not

whom I aim at describing

But hey, their description

may be very misguiding

Because to one person

they are one of the most

 beautiful things

God has ever created

but to another, they just

give an escort

They say, " behind every

successful man there is a woman"

but some say

"behind every "suck-sex-feel"

smile on a man's face, there is a woman

Oh yes!

If we could see the actual face

behind those make-ups, then we

wouldn't have to employ the services

of lenses

If we could tell the actual motive

behind some messages in our dms,

then we wouldn't have

several unread messages

If they should have the patience

to listen to us when conflict

sets in,

then there would be no need for

drama on social media, then

and ohh...,

 if they could show

us to the world

then "Trust" wouldn't be a word

for the gods

But wait!

If we can control our sexual urges

at the sight of big ‘asses’ and ‘boobs’

on social media

then there be no need for

issues relating to insecurity

If we could appreciate the small naturally

gifted and good looking ‘boobs’ and ‘ass’

as well

then there will be no need for knives

If we can appreciate them and see

them as goddesses

and blaspheme for them

then there would be no need

for a Side Ni99a

Yes we can!

We can also expect less from them

and avoid blueticks and heartbreaks

We can come out real and truthful

and avoid disses and heartaches

But don't blame us!

Blame the generation before us

Oh yes because

they made the union

of a man and woman look like

a bed of roses

They made having kids look so easy

even though we never witnessed how

they did it

We only saw the visuals on

the internet

But let's look at this

We came into this world through

them

We had good nutrition with the aid

of their breasts

If we put aside the motive

of going back into the hole we came from

and the aim of feeling every nipple we see

then they will feel appreciated and loved

Trust will be constant

Love will be the solid foundation

Hope will be the discussion

and happiness the goal

if they also put aside

a bit of the filters on snap,

 tone down the makeup,

 reduce the telenovelas and

soap operas

and also the craze for likes and followers

Then the popular saying

 AFTER GOD FEAR WOMAN will

tasteth good on every lip

It's all love.

Poetic Yesu.

CREDITS

Proof reader(s)

1. Mark Odoom
2. Priscilla Fumadorh

3. Terry Debrah

4. Wireko Philip

Artwork:

Obodai Sonny

Writer(s):

Kpatakpa Delali ( Poetic Dela)

Reviewer(s):

Mercy Aba Blankson

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The Faceless (Written by Wireko Philip)

       
     THE FACELESS:(Written By Wireko Philip)     

It was a cold night,
One could hear the
Wind whistle as the tracks,
Made a subtle noise.
Looked out the window, nothing
but darkness as far as the eye could see.
Then the scene changed,
There's children's paintings soaked,
Guns in a borne fire, with faceless people
Gathered round.
All but one board the train, and
Slits his throat before wished good bye.

Bloodshot eyes of the faceless,
And their pale white skin, all sat in silence. The train moved faster,
Back to the past it did.
It was Johnson, the slit throat.
Soaked in blood, for he mourns.
He takes the train back, armed to the teeth. Every one but the faceless survive,
For the best revenge is to live in guilt,
And to die from the inside.

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FEAR AWAY (Written By: Poetic Dela X Cormla Poet)

FEAR AWAY (Written by: Poetic Dela X Cormla Poet)

CORMLA POET

Everytime I close my eyes,
a constant stream of
rhythmic memories
A cold, frosty penuriousness
held in dark relentless fate
Vespers cover my deepest thoughts, 
My bones are not strong
but I run, i strive with my all
No inspiration, to talk of motivation.
No rise or fall
Fear like a day monotonous
and colorless, the inability to succeed
Fear away! I want a new marvel of sky!

POETIC DELA

...oh yes!
I feel the heat my heart succumbs
to at the sight of the future
These days, my face knows joy
no more,
wondering if that could be nature

Even with the alleged depletion of the
Ozone layer
these hands and feets still endures the
cold nights nature has to offer

I yearn for cheers more than tears
Now the weight of both family and
peers has being left on both my shoulders
and chest
I wish I could retire on an island
or get swallowed by this cursed earth

or better still
embrace this beast
and make it a pet!

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