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POETIC LICENCE: Black Rose – Asford Psalms

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Doubt in their minds; your kind never exist.

Now in my eyes; your beauty doesn’t resist.

 

Your rare shape and carefully contoured edges.

Dark body- well bent cleavage.

From the tip of her head to the stalk of her feet.

It’s beauty beyond compare.

 

In her eyes is a love so wholesome.

On its cheeks, her beauty blossoms.

And the lips craves my kiss- her beauty and my handsome.

Her jaw sits on its neck and her shoulder freely pays the ransom.

From there, my eyes goes nowhere.

Her elegance is much to hold back.

This beauty is in the body of the holder.

And my eyes are held captive by it- I give up.

Her body trimmed- firm and green.

Sits on the extumescence of petals of the same colour- green.

Tilted to the ground, curves upwards to form her standing flare.

And the stalk of her tigh to the tip of her toe on the ground- is belle without compare.

 

This beauty is in the body of the holder.

Yet my eyes are held captive by it.

 

Her beauty is handsome.

My heart is willing to pay the diamond ransom.

But first, I bliss to kiss your beauty blossom.

 

 

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Meditation – Asford PSALM

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All men are insistently referred to as dogs;

Cliché!

It’s particularly the bane when the issuer in the instance has become the reverse of the word ‘dog’;

A god who possess omnifarious qualities.

 

What really is the issue?

Is there an err in man’s creation to be referred to as such in an ungodly norm?

Or it’s the missing part taken to create another, complete from him?

Or that, he can’t resist whatever Eve gives to him?

 

All men are dogs;

Are all dogs men?

It’s not a fair comparison by any estate.

 

Consider not even the blasphemy;

If there’s an insistent craving to refer a man to a dog, the least consideration should be;

A dog is most loyal and faithful and a good friend to man when treated well with even the least.

Own a dog and just maybe you’ll understand.

 

Asford Psalms

 

 

 

 

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Daydream – Asford PSALM

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The night visions beckon me to a wake.

I have stayed all night to figure it right;

From the mammoth to its tiny bits.

 

Night is gone, day is here;

But I’m stuck in a looping rear.

For a reason or the other and though the sun is here;

It seems to have not found a way to light away my fear.

 

My arm is up and my jaw sits atop.

But in a new day I flay in the same dream non-stop.

I’m at the mercy of a night vision that won’t go away;

A day dream; one in part, the same.

When at all can I walk my thoughts?

Can I even work my thoughts?

Will it even be worth it?

 

Gracefully and all of a sudden,

A snap!

His snapping fingers won’t stop until my mind responds to him with same.

Why are you lost in your thoughts son?

You are in too deep in the wrong way.

Walk out of your thoughts and make it work;

Your thoughts on its own has no legs!

Lucky for you, you have two legs and arms too.

So make it work!

 

Asford Psalms

 

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DADDY DEAREST! Sarkodie flaunts “barrister” daughter in new images

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Since she arrived in 2016, Titi (Adeline Owusu), and her father Sarkodie have been simply inseparable. His pride and joy, the adorable little girl has been the subject of endless affection not just from her rapper dad, but also from a wide section of Ghanaians.

The two have documented their close bond via many heartwarming pictures (most prominently on the album cover of hiphop act’s latest album “Highest”), often promptly becoming social media fodder.

Here’s the latest instalment, posted by the rapper on his Instagram act, and captioned “Madam Maame Adwoa Owusu Addo – Barrister and Solicitor of the Supreme Court of Ghana … Chambers – @cqlegal”

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Nowhere to go – ASFORD PSALM

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The first time was to be my last.

The first time was to come by and away it goes past.

But then I tasted the sweet in the crevices and the cracks;

And I have lost all haste to leave thus fast.

 

The first was to only be but the first;

Until I tasted more of its sweets.

Now it has had me mellow and my craving thirst has bid me to follow.

With nowhere to go I am an obliged fellow;

I have lost all counts and can’t keep score.

 

I am livid though I ask for more and more.

I will love to go back to where I came from.

Contrary, here I am, held against my will to the sweets of this world.

The first time was a wish;

The second was a charm;

The third meant no harm, but here I am, I have been bewitched.

And it seems there’s nowhere to go.

 

Asford Psalms

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Nowhere to Go – Asford Psalms

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The first time was to be my last.

The first time was to come by and away it goes past.

But then I tasted the sweet in the crevices and the cracks;

And I have lost all haste to leave thus fast.

 

The first was to only be but the first;

Until I tasted more of its sweets.

Now it has had me mellow and my craving thirst has bid me to follow.

With nowhere to go I am an obliged fellow;

I have lost all counts and can’t keep score.

 

I am livid though I ask for more and more.

I will love to go back to where I came from.

Contrary, here I am, held against my will to the sweets of this world.

The first time was a wish;

The second was a charm;

The third meant no harm, but here I am, I have been bewitched.

And it seems there’s nowhere to go.

 

 

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Escape – Asford PSALM

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Up-above or down-below, there’s so much but nothing to show.

Down-below or up-above there’s everywhere but nowhere to go.

The option is a smiling face yet a hurting heart;

A sweating face mixed with tears which cannot be abate.

A mustard seed faith which is damned by fate.

There is an exigent need to escape.

Yet; beneath the reflection is a mountain of everything and nothingness;

Its peak dwells deep down into the earth.

Beneath the reflection of this calm river are waves that speaks with no still voice.

A sun as pale as the moon;

A sky without birds;

And clouds as jagged as a curse.

Beneath the reflection is a person whose world has been turned upside down.

Exigency beckons for an escape!

But within that same reflection there cannot be an escape for the poor soul.

Escape cometh by deflection.

 

by Asford Psalm

 

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