Whirlwind of Diatribes

Spoken Word. Introduction: There is much conflict everywhere; between nations, people groups,  family members, workmates and associates or friends. Conflicts unleash verbal attack and acts of violence and makes for a chaotic world…At times when we read the papers and listen to the news, we can easily conclude that this is what our world looks like… this is not entirely true! But yes let’s face it, this is a normal state of affairs…

A diverse hue of people assemble not for peace but to poke the finger and launch diatribes.

Mistrusting, they inter-relate with suspicion and the daily eruption of rage that simmers beneath negative vibes.

Cacophony of tongues wagging at one another is heard as gun shots in trenches of war.

Casualties bleed from the force of deadly words, their hopes and dreams shattered ‘cause of paralysis from bombastic assaults on their souls.

Hatred is a sword cutting threads of love, piercing hearts of empathy, in this age under siege with the whirlwind of diatribes, once a rarity now a heart wrenching calamity.

©️Nov2018DENyamekye

The Call of Humanity

Use your members productively.
Arms that though tired gather the lost and hands though shaking cease not to beg for the orphan in need.

Use your voice productively.
Speak out though trembling in fear, for the vulnerable and amplify the cause of the abused, whether man, woman or child.

Use your pain productively.
Let your heart once cut up with knife edge words empathise with those suffering the same.
Your gentle words, laced with wisdom shall be as soothing balm to heal offence and shame.

Use your life productively.
Uplift hearts with an offering of self-less love, never to expire.
Within you is the capacity to inspire.

Such is the call of humanity.
©April2018 DENyamekye

Change

Introduction: Like seasons, change in our personal lives is inevitable. Having the right perspective enables us to reap the benefits of change.

Change:

Habitats change when seasons unwind, roofs fly off in the storm and petals are lost in the wind.

People as fleeting cars pass through your life and with age races in wrinkles, aches and pains.

Facial expressions change with emotion and rage flares when change hits hard at the heart.

Permanency is but a word:
Change is here to stay.
Here today, gone tomorrow.

You win some, lose some, what you have, with you pass away.

©2017 DE Nyamekye

Together You stand

Unapologetically Me

No I am not like you, I am like me;
with a mindset, blueprint that’s an original,
fingerprints and a heart beat, my own.

No I am not beautiful like you I am beautiful like me;
a masterpiece, uniquely sculptured first in my
Maker’s mind, incomparable.

No I am not educated like you,
I am educated in the measure the Divine dictated and
my purpose affirms is sufficient for me.

No I am not a clown in the image of him, her or them.
Nor a clone programmed to mimic those deemed the good,
real and great.

Yes, I am the one and only me, myself and I.
That’s me!

17May2018 DENyamekye

The Cracked Mirror

Audio-visual video on You Tube Channel: Witness Life. Raise Awareness (Please like & Subscribe)

Introduction
The female’s false self concept can be very damaging and in today’s society there are definitions of beauty, success and weight that are acceptable and praised but most women cannot live up to them and this can cause much inner turmoil and rejection of one’s self… Thank goodness there are many raising awareness with regards to these issues and there is hope… let us do our part.. never thought about it? It is not too late! We can all make a difference. Deborah x

The Cracked Mirror

Her name was worthy.

She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.

With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.

Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.

Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.

Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.

She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!” Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.

Escape she finally did in the cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity.

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Spoken Word Poetry: The Street Dweller

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Whoever we might be, we all desire respect and dignity! Here is a Street Dweller’s self appraisal that is food for thought :

The Street Dweller

They call me “Homeless”
but don’t care to ask my name.
I prefer “Street Dweller”
’cause the streets are my home.

They call me purposeless
but life on the streets spell
“Survival of the fittest” that
makes me far from useless.

They call me hopeless
but I have hope as I am
streetwise.
From place to place I trek,
I know bins full of food,
and outside which shop to beg.
Bus drivers know me,
turn a blind eye when I hop
on for free rides with my dog Fred.

They call me senseless
but I put to use the common
sense given by the Most High
when I look to the sky and
can tell if it shall rain or shine.
Then I know where to lay
my head; in someone’s shed, a
fold up box, open air?
anywhere as long as it
is miles away from a fox!

I am a street dweller.
Yes, among life’s fittest.
A survivor, that’s who I am.

©2016 DENyamekye (The Witness)

Paying Back Papa…?

Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. Speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.

My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.

I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.

I see his face in grown men

withering in pain,

crying out,

begging for mercy,

every time our knives and guns do their thing…
target their prey.

And I hear the laughing voice in my head
“pay back time!”. Feeling like superman,
chains unlocked and riding high…

But …but another voice like mama’s rings
louder “life is a lie, get help now!”

Life is a lie, I need help now!

 

©26-12-2018 DENyamekye

Gang life …not a life!

In this spoken word piece “Gang Life not a Life”, the reasons, futility and dangers of gang life are addressed and highlighted:

Gang life, not a life but a distraction, a bonding of vision borne out of anger, a uniting of mission unto danger.

Don’t wanna feel a reck! 

Opposing society is the gang man, sees his ego, it’s downsizing.

Don’t wanna to be kept in check! 

Inflating as somebody, while society deflates him: a nobody.

Don’t care about a pay cheque! 

Walking in step with the corrupt, in unison they trek to no man’s land.

Absolutely must gain respect!  

Hailed as a destroyer, gang land trophies to amass: preferred, than be mocked: a worm in the hood. 

Gang life, composing a future jail bird’s song.

Gang life, weaving a eulogy to come. 

Gang life…not a life !

©Mar2018DENyamekye

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They are Poor

They are poor for hatred is as a spider’s web knotted in their hearts choking the breath of life like a hangman’s noose.

They are poor…clothed in exquisite taste, but to the trained eye mere ghoulish attire.

Knitted together with cohorts, they spew venom on this person and that.

They are poor yet know not, for all they have is money, all they have is property, all they have are names on rich lists.

All they have is nothing..
Nothing to show before the judge of life.

Nothing of eternal value for a handshake by the Father of Lights.

Nothing… in their money vaults called poverty.

Absolutely Nothing…

©️Dec2018 DENyamekye

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