How we swing up the street
Holding hands in love’s keep
Climbing up his hill
And hoping we meet its peak
Falling pebbles.Stumbling stones
The climb is not so a joke.
Safe arrival still holding hands ?
We will tell.
©Lansah Lawrence
Dec. 2016
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Hello there ! Can you hear ?
I carry your voice
Through thick tunnels
To iching ears.
The other end may speak.
I take blame
For your good news .
And for your celebrations,
You may scold me.
All good to your ear
From the waves, blame me .
Forget not to praise me
For your bad news .
You may give me a hug
For the heartbreak I carried.
All bad to your ear
From the lines, praise me.
O master, I have always listened
So for once, listen !!!
*Do not take me across the road*
For this voice you hear
Is of a fallen master on the tar
His heart beats it’s last.
© Lansah Lawrence
Dec. 2016
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*Kindly share till the last phone user. You may save a life.🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿*
I got stamina
Running helter skelter
From the ghost shadows
My past breathes in anger
I am, that all blames follow.
Stand still
And catch of breath, a feel.
The horizon air whistles
The hoarse tongue of past pages
Yet I hear the silence spoken.
The tongue of the future is soothing.
Amidst wranglings of the world’s wrangle
I feel the drum beats that spook
My cells to the vibe of my circle.
Fontom fontom. I hear the gong !!
Swerve off chasing ghosts
I dance.I got stamina.
©Lansah Lawrence
Dec. 2016
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Life is but a stage
That awaits your mount.
Time turns foe with age
The tick of the clock counts
Today lingers in betrayal
When the sun rides over.
The moon is but a cover
Of friendship lost with Day.
The stage awaits you
You are your artist
Take grip of your pen
And rehearse your lyrics
Therein.
The world is an audience
Waiting to feel your art.
Would they dance or frown
When thou sing thy life’s lyrics?
Make your voice
Sing your song
© Lansah Lawrence
Dec. 2016
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