Missing Mom

My Birthday

By Rebekah Frimpong

This day memories of you spill over like hot tea being poured in a cup

your voice like ocean waves crashing into shore

I miss the sound

I thought of you

on this special day

a begininng of a clearing

a renewal of life

hibernating bud blossom and new eyes open

this day I remember you

warm thoughts cozy as a fire place

teddy bears and gum drops

sweet innocence of childhood

though I blow out candles this day awaken to unseen years

memories of you are more clear

this day; my birthday, I miss you mom and I wish you were here

I would tell you so much share so many things

thank you for your sacrifice

for loving me and giving me life

happy birthday

Coffee and Kisses

Bittersweet

By Rebekah A. Frimpong

In the morning he would wake me with coffee and kisses

brown ebony back broad shoulders skin satin

eyes deep cool refreshing

he was a blessing

so real not a dream

my days were filled with memories of joy

he keep me guessing

telling me love was like a river ever flowing

one day he got on one knee and revealed his heart

words from his lips coated my skin like the sun

his heartbeat made my spine move 

we were one two souls gathered

friends brought together

I sipped from his cup without hesitation

the wind would always bring him back to me

he stayed hidden in between the pages

papers soaked with tears

love never ignited left to exhaust

weary I kept hoping that my mornings

nights and days be filled up

like the cup of coffee he use to bring each morning

now mourning

finding him again not possible

no other him could be he

he completed me and my sentences

warm embraces

left me cold no where to think

yet coffee and kisses

what I miss the most

sweetness and bitterness

love turn to hate

twisted soulmates

we conversated over coffee and kisses

lay between the sheets in irony of our union

he stopped speaking and I stopped listening

drifting away he passed by

our glances never meeting

our lips pressed tightly keeping truth in

he said no apologies I felt misled

sweetness and bitterness

sweetness and bitterness

bitterness

bitterness

bitter

sweet

(c) 2011 Rebekah A. Frimpong 

Note on War and Peace

The Promise of Peace Bombs
By Rebekah A. Frimpong


They left bombs at my door step
said my vision was too loud
even though I was not speaking
or seeing the peace they said they were seeking


Instead I bled, bones cracking
dreams and hearts crumbling
before me my land laid in chaos
because of the picture you painted
yet I waited
for silence
for rest in the mist of destruction


the bombs kept falling
filling the sky with red clouds
and raindrops of acid
it stung the hypocrisy of your words
you said peace
that each bomb would deter the monster
a fictitious figure claiming power and justice


You painted this picture
and I waited
for change or a resolution
but the bombs kept descending down
from aircrafts like angels falling from heaven
what do you believe in
is my God not good enough
that you need to preach scriptures and oil
covering the truth


I need proof
little fingers are getting blown off
and screams increasing
you said peace
relief
the picture you painted
and I waited
to hear you speak the truth


now the sky above my house is dark
blood is pouring down my steps
my mind hanging out my skull
the shiny promise of peace now dull
bombs are being thrown at my doorstep
I should have closed the door when you knocked


"Just in: President Obama calls for air strikes to combat no rest of resistance in Libya"


I turned the channel because war movies are often on repeat

(c) 2011 Rebekah A. Frimpong

An Introduction to How Nice I am

Seeker

By Rebekah Frimpong

If it is love you are looking for don't follow that kite named ambition

let go of the strings

not letting the wind guide you as it may

stop waiting for your fairytale to unfold

greet reality often served cold

with open wide arms

for love does not wait or chart a predictable path

the journey through life proves this true

let your feet keep moving as to mimic the rhythm of your heart

those visions your eyes see are not just dreams

focus your destiny with precision

calculating each decision for death waits for no one

so start living now

if it is love you seek remember your life jacket

helmet and seat belt; strap in

ride the ride of uncontrollable sequences

navigate through emotions like a ship on an open sea

realize becoming whole means you will fall apart

at the seams to be stitched back together

just in time for reaching the finish line

to love is to see or hear

not planned

love is a whisper carried in the wind

slipping between fingers as water does

precious

I waited for love on the doorstep of an empty house

rang the bell to let my presence be known

and got no answer

loosen my grip on the strings of the kite named ambition

the kite drifted far away

Pages turned in a new chapter

hidden like treasure

loves whereabouts a mystery

in layers of guilt and shame I found the missing pieces

love did not press pause on mistakes, regrets, and moments wished forgotten

as my tears dried up

so did the pain festering

love had borrowed time making the minutes and seconds valuable

love laid within.

 (c) 2011 Rebekah A. Frimpong