A NIGHT IN DECEMBER (1661)

It was one night,

One night; a dark one in December

When the nights were cold; very cold

Clearly I remember that night

From the bed the clocks were ticking

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

I am sure, I am so sure

That I heard "You need me just come closer"

It was one night

One night; a dark one in December

When I had the Bible laying on my bed

Clearly I remember that night

And the voice kept on calling me; calling me

Come nearer,

I am so sure

That I saw myself "Flying very high; very high"

It was one night

One night; a dark one in December

I remember that from a broken mirror

Clearly I remember that very well

That someone saw me from his window

And he shouted; very loud; he shouted

"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus"

And I lost my grip in the air

Then I began to fall down; fall down

I used to be a rich man

Who people adore very much

And here I am, fighting with myself

Against any enemy that controls my thoughts

An enemy who I was completely defenseless against

Here I am sitting down on this floor, with foreigners around me

Calling me wizard, something I know definitely that I am not

If you know the black knight tell him to let me go

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#Poem: Mercy Christmas

THE ONE THAT HATED CHRISTMAS
Behold it is Christmas
Everybody: the young, youth and the old alike
All exhibit signs of happiness
Everybody loves Christmas except the chicken
To the chicken, there is only one reality
whenever the big red and white man appears;
their population begins to dwindle

EXCEPT THE CHICKEN
Behold it is Christmas
Everybody: the young, youth and the old alike
Goes out to make merry
Everybody hates being in a crowded place except the chicken
To the chicken, being in an overpopulated coop
is just part of the Christmas deal
After all, no one except the Vegetarian cared

MERCY CHRISTMAS
Behold it is Christmas
Everybody: the young, youth and the old alike
wants to be picked out for dinner
The chicken is picked and his brother
says to him ”Mercy Christmas, rest well
in the stomach of the whale
To the Chicken, Christmas is like Easter
But wait a minute, are they spared in Easter?


CEREMONIAL BATH
Behold it is Christmas
Everybody: the young, youth and the old alike
Enjoy the tender meat of the chicken
Everybody avoids the knife but not the chicken
To the chicken, there is only one reality;
they are going to have their first ”ceremonial” bath
the bath that leads to the stomach of the whale.


THIS POEM CAN BE FOUND ON PAGE 16 OF 1661.

1661 to be released on 26th December, 2013. If you want a copy please put down your email on my timeline on facebook (www.facebook.com/jyfrimpong) 

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Snippet of "1661"

The door was shut. The room was dark. The date was 1661. Inside the room were witches of various kinds and nature; the good ones and the bad ones. The room was very hot, the only thing which was to serve as ventilation was heavily locked and bolted with huge metals. I began to wonder how the people in the room were able to survive in the heat!

The room was very noisy, everyone was talking, no one was listening; I could see from where I was observing this historic event, a tall and handsomely clothed man who was beyond beautiful sitting on a throne that was elevated from the ground. He seemed very worried and he looked rather absent-minded. Suddenly, he stood up and he shouted “Keep quiet fellow wizards!”

The noise in the room began to die down, however, there were still two people who were talking. The grand wizard who the fellow wizard call “Beyonville” walked to these two people who were talking, took a knife from the pocket and cut one of their ears each and threw it into his mouth and ate it in a seemingly satisfying manner.

“Thanks for dinner, if you have no use of your ears, my stomach does.” He said and went back to his throne. The slot where their ears were began to bleed and the people around them began to lick the blood that was coming out of the socket. The scene exhibited such disgusting elements. The room was very quiet and he began to speak, “Fellow wizards, we live in hard, uncertain and dangerous times, the Roman Church is persecuting us. This is the main reason why I have assembled all the witches from various nations, race and color into this very room. I know that the room is hot but trust me, after this ritual, it will be worth it.”


TO BE RELEASED ON 26TH DECEMBER, 2013

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REVIEW: MERCY CHRISTMAS (1661)

When the dawn of the Yuletide beckons, all jubilate to herald the end of the year with festivities. But one group of species remain unhappy. That's the chicken.

The 'ordeal' of the chicken is aptly captured in this four (4) piece poem 'Mercy Christmas' by poet J.Y. Frimpong, reflecting the pain that befalls the chicken when Christmas comes around.

Mercy Christmas is a direct,concise and accurate poem that allows the chicken lover to peer into the pain the featherly animal endures.

Stanzas such as the one below captures the reality of our time
'To the chicken there's only one reality
Whenever the big red and white man appears the population begins to dwindle'


Unless you are a vegan, showing mercy to the chicken on such an occasion will be a travesty. It won't be out of place to say an ode for the chicken before taking that 'bath that leads to the stomach of the whale'

WRITTEN BY: Swaye Kidd

Mercy Christmas to be released on 24th December, 2013

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