Romeo -the words filter

Romeo -the words filter
i filter words into fine liquid- filtrate and serve it to those that thirst of words and yearn for a fine liquid.

Sunday 9 December 2012

The looks by nartey romeo akwetey


Who would have ever thought
That all this but for a while
Watching her makes her heart bleed
Not at all, it wasn’t because of her deed
They say a man never cry, but that was what I did

I know they might have told her
How good she looks
Yes, those crooks
As if that’s all shes got
Like they might have said “she is hot”

Oh! what a world
And how soon beauty coils
Funny how we all toil
Just to keep in shape
But I ask, why couldn’t she escape

A thousand questions on my mind
She might have kind
Now she is blind
So I ask who can find
In their eyes she is not worth a dime

A one time beautiful garden
Now a rejected desert
An angel sent from above
Now the devil cast from above
Nonetheless, she is still the little dove

Now what can she hold on to
But that which is left inside of her
That beautiful spirit right in there
Yes the creators breathe
Which is immune to death

99% chemistry 1% everything else


From archaeology  to zoology
Tell me where I am not found
Is it in mycology?
Or in the  celestial bodies?
In biology?
Or in water bodies?

Sometimes I marvel at my importance
Like in medicine for instance
I give patience a second chance
It is not enough to just give me a glance
If given the chance, your life will I enhance

Just take a look at water
Or even butter
These are but a few I offer
Like in blood I aid in buffer
I give grace and honour to the green keeper

Beauty for ladies
Warmth for babies
And all that is best and bright in goodies
Not to mention of those special cookies
That brings you those sweet memories

I guess you are enjoying this piece without a blink
That is due to the power of an ink
That beautiful coat is just the product of the fur of a mink
You cant do without me just like a thermometer without a kink
I am everywhere , even in those jewellery that blinks
                    Nartey Romeo Akwetey
              

At least by nartey romeo akwetey



I came with the cleanest of mind
And the purest of heart
But you thought I was of the same kind
Nonetheless I did my part

I stood afar
yet saw the best
thought it will end on the altar
but it silently faded like the rest

I tried
But she never heard me call
I cried
But to my own fall

But through it all
I’ve learnt to be the best
To stand up tall
Among the rest

THE ROAD WE WALKED by Nartey Romeo Akwetey



We stood a distance
And watched the road others walked
From that far it looked all rosy
We struggled just to have our feets imprinted on it
Thinking we left our struggles behind
But those were the realities on our minds
Like a dream come through
Our impulsion to get there was fulfilled
Liittle did we know that all we saw was a mirage
Of all the prestige attached to it
We were obliged to pay a price for it
But what then do we do?
Do we go back a settle in our old feeble tents?
Certainly no, that will be cowardice
We have come too far to settle for less
Your strength my strength and mine yours
Together with one accord
We will leave our footprints as we had conceive
Side by side we will walk this road
With one strength we will lift one another
And shake the dust off
With the heart of lions we will never faint
We shall cross to the other end
And when we get there
With sweat and smiles on our faces

HAPPY BIRTHDAY by Nartey Romeo Akwetey



From the days in the womb
To the days in the tomb
In between lies our  destiny
Very great, yet in our eyes very tiny

The stage of life was set with words from the creator
The very brain behind creation; the master inventor
But our lives on earth is but a breath
Its time limit being death

The pen of life is placed in our hands
Our scripts we write with our own imaginations
Our fortunes, our fame and brands
All depends on our decisions

The creator stands by to help; each time we call
Each passing second He gives to all
In silence He stands, but yearning to talk
Our lives, too busy in this journey we walk

But this day, I pray thee my pal
Give not all to celebrations
He is listening; a whisper or a call
Spare thy time (a little portion) for reflections
He gives strength for all corrections
                                 By Nartey Romeo Akwetey