An Ode To My Granddaughter.By Rev Peter E Adotey Addo .2009
This poem is for you Sweetheart.An Ode written for you from my heartOn Valentine Day, only for you.With a well deserved thank youTo help brighten your day.Sending lots of smiles your wayIn a big big Red heartTo say I love you in a big way.This Poem is for you SweetheartA Very Happy Valentine to you .
Friday, February 13, 2009
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Dying To Reach The Promised Land..By Peter Addo
There is no secret to hide,
Comunications are instant
And global to villages large and small .
No more hiding from these influences
As they tanscend fortifications
Built to prevent those from outside .
Desperate to reach the promised land
Amid sufferings injuries and death
They scale fences and deserts .
Lurking in shadows that are not there
To wait for a chance and a time .
Risking lives over and over again
To reach the promised land.
They leave homes with one aim
To return home some day with riches .
We never know of the ones who failed
Maybe it takes luck and who can blame them.
The brave die first to get their share
And the rest become statistics.
The news never reach home of those who left.
To look for the promised land that never existed.
Comunications are instant
And global to villages large and small .
No more hiding from these influences
As they tanscend fortifications
Built to prevent those from outside .
Desperate to reach the promised land
Amid sufferings injuries and death
They scale fences and deserts .
Lurking in shadows that are not there
To wait for a chance and a time .
Risking lives over and over again
To reach the promised land.
They leave homes with one aim
To return home some day with riches .
We never know of the ones who failed
Maybe it takes luck and who can blame them.
The brave die first to get their share
And the rest become statistics.
The news never reach home of those who left.
To look for the promised land that never existed.
Hope And Hopelessness..by Peter Addo
Hopelessness is sitting on the roadside
And chewing cola nuts
That stains your teeth.
The beggar without passion
Walking the empty streets at night.
A sparrow at the birdfeed
Picking up scraps of faded dreams.
And the pills that help you
But last through the night.
Hope is sound and tested.
The unborn that will know life
Never wondering in the cold night
To get where the time is past and late
And chewing cola nuts
That stains your teeth.
The beggar without passion
Walking the empty streets at night.
A sparrow at the birdfeed
Picking up scraps of faded dreams.
And the pills that help you
But last through the night.
Hope is sound and tested.
The unborn that will know life
Never wondering in the cold night
To get where the time is past and late
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
GHANA AT 50 CELEBRATIONS.. MARCH 6 2007
Celebrating the 50th Anniversary of the Independence of the Republic of Ghana.
The Dignity Of Vision. By Rev P E Adotey Addo
To Ghana our hearts and souls belong, our dreams of old and new. Your sacred grounds receiving our libations as you did our mothers and fathers. Hopes never faltering while heeding the wisdom of the ancients. The sacred drums will beat as we feed from our mothers’ breasts While our fathers nurture our visions old and new against all odds. With perseverance, trust, honesty, keen foresight and compassion We pledge our commitment to a prosperous and brighter future. So watch over our tomorrows until you claim us back again Lest we forget, lest we perish.
Dedicated to Ghanaians all over the world .First read at Cornell University Ithaca New York. March 2006All Rights Reserved
The Dignity Of Vision. By Rev P E Adotey Addo
To Ghana our hearts and souls belong, our dreams of old and new. Your sacred grounds receiving our libations as you did our mothers and fathers. Hopes never faltering while heeding the wisdom of the ancients. The sacred drums will beat as we feed from our mothers’ breasts While our fathers nurture our visions old and new against all odds. With perseverance, trust, honesty, keen foresight and compassion We pledge our commitment to a prosperous and brighter future. So watch over our tomorrows until you claim us back again Lest we forget, lest we perish.
Dedicated to Ghanaians all over the world .First read at Cornell University Ithaca New York. March 2006All Rights Reserved
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