A king of this corrupt domain, He charts the lines where shadows reign. He scopes his frame with practiced stare, The Epstein class's chosen heir. But structural cracks begin to pass, And warp the surface of the glass— The square-set jaw, the shoulder grand, Built to inherit and command. The cesspool deep reflects his feet, Where heavy filth and shadows meet. The mirror ripples in the heat, A perfect form on toxic street. I watch the surface crack, the tilt, And smile to see

```Keta School Boys by Isaac Woanya is a deeply engaging and thoughtful semi-autobiographical novel that traces the remarkable journey of Caisa, a Ghanaian prince growing up in Keta, and later, an immigrant navigating adulthood in New York City. With its vivid storytelling and philosophical undertones, the book explores themes of identity, family, resilience, and the quest for meaning. The novel’s greatest strengths lie in its authentic voice and the colorful cast of characte

Do the coastlines still look the same, Do the tides still ebb and flow? Yet lines are redrawn on the map, Then brushed in gold, a glowing glow. The Gulf of America ripples wide, Where warm southern breezes blow; A grand expanse of turquoise waves, Made pompous, dull, and gilded in show. Give me a tower, make Mexico my gulf, A Canada vast my inland sea; Rename it in gilded lettering, a bluff For Greenland and the world to see. The oceans churn, the currents turn, Unbothered, u

In a sudden burst, a thousand starlings take flight, Their wings weaving through the air, a breathtaking sight. Smoothly in freedom's murmur, a mesmerizing interlock, Dancing together in the air, the buzzing starlings flock. Their melodic hum echoes through the vast expanse, Meshing effortlessly, creating an endless, showy dance. Fluid patterns emerge, swirling through the skies, Instinct-driven flight pattern that tantalizes the eyes. Look and see the enchantment in thei

On a mountain high, stands a lonely heart, A ghost with no name, wishes a jumpstart, The anonymous looks thru the haze, A zeal lost in the quiet, beyond the gaze. In the valley below hearts beat in rhythm, Melodious chorus songs of the crowd, Unanimous breaks the silence’s reason, "One mind, one spirit," rings aloud, In that place with secrets works to own. Come hither, oh wanderer from the peak, To trade the cold for the warmth of the fray, No longer a cipher, no longer slow

I’d carve my name in granite, high and bold, While I watch the city burn to tarnished gold. A battleship of iron, salt, and pride, To carry all the secrets I must hide. I’d hold the gavel, freeze the shifting sands, And clutch the ticking clock with shaking hands. If shadows fall and voters turn away, I’ll find a war to keep the light of day. A "crisis" brewed to stop the coming tide, With nowhere left for honesty to hide. I’ll flood the zone with static and with lies, Until

Loud blasts at noon, a brassy racket turning day to night, Foul words, hubris, and chaos mix in drools of spite. With crude-oil, manners, hearts gone cold in buckets. A nation starved for grace is stripped of all its rights. Naivete in the people's house, world in mutiny, Each misfit gripped by a sacred urge to impune, and slight, To pierce the heavy air with shrieks of inequity, As if a horn could conjure green from red and frozen lights. O honking, tonking throng of grand

Let the rivers run clear of the pious guiles, To wash away all the besmirched ties, Let's walk away from the previous scribes, To simply avoid the hordes of visionless tribes. Let's find a gibbering native with no blithe, Cynic tongues give me no fruitful writhe. For in the depths where resilience reigns, Lives the truth that tomorrow brings. While vile eloquence jabber for the tithe, Long knives unsheathe, stab thru the night, Flickers of hope drown in a reflective heart. Sn

The wicked lances prance, relentless in their attack, Absolute power, blood, and soil in a greedy bid to take back. Unwelcome denizens,...

While preachers are jabbering for the tithe, Flickers of hope and citizens drown at the hithe. Find me a gibbering denizen with no...

In the brush at high noon, the bramble weeps, Its sorrow is for man by the Santa Ana riverside, Where the devil, human greed stirs the...

A graying gallant year, gaudily bedight, Traveled by sunshine and moonlight, Wandered long in search of the Light, In the end, its...

The path you've walked now takes a turn, New horizons to the city before you burn. A blank slate, awaiting to claim your will. In new space, numerous rewards shall be fulfilled The camaraderie of old faces you leave, But in the new position, you must believe, Old connections renewed as blossoms will bloom, In this uncharted territory, a chance to groom. In the period of growth, shifts take flight, A journey new, a change of sight. Transferred to a destination, fresh and bol

In the ocean of ho-hum and humdrum, Where sails unfold with muted strum, A canvas painted in shades so dead, Dull and dreary, where...

In the hush of night, by the homeward riverside, Where the waters ran deep, the currents swiftly glide, The moon silently weeps while the...

As prate takes hold, life passes quietly by, Time flies, life-force’s energy discreetly drops, Thick fog drifts in, obscuring the mind’s...

Confusion and Ire, a tempestuous pair, Confront Ego with a relentless stare. In storm tossed thoughts, they tightly twine, A dance of...

In this inner journey, you may strive to unwind, The weft and warp from life flapping in the wind. Temper and idiocy, though fierce in...

I search for love, on panting breath, A yearning heart, hoping to transcend death. Sun and moon bore witness to my plea, As I sought the...

For a celestial delight, I asked for the blue moon, By its enchanting glow, a beacon till noon Stars gather 'round, a shimmering...