Kodjo Deynoo Poetry

Trotro stories;The premium rate #7

The third party driver Today was different one might say Upgraded though that is subjective A such balanced  on interpretation Traffic is hectic at the best of times Never mind the worst of times, regardless  So on such commute we find ourselves

The beam of the lighthouse

On the hills of carpeted lands  Sprinkle spread as far the eye can see  Dandelions claim this land as their own  Bright and yellow like victory songs loud  On the hills of carpeted lands  At an advantage for observers watch  Lighthouse stand

Imprisoned, the life of modernity

I am a painter  Or at least I try to be one  A world renowned painter  I am to be known for my works of art  Indeed I am a painter  Gifted an eye to see structured colours  Though I feel my hands are tied  Roped strung and bound firm on