keep moving on
I say
keep moving on
I hear
these grooving songs,
rhythm of the earth playing tap-dance with your feet
keep moving on
tap-dance with your feet
tap
pataptapatap
tap
like a rolling pebble
flung off free fingers
tossing on the streets
bouncing off asphalt
bouncing off like a rebel
rolling under moving cars
rolling through bike spokes
and off through a motor policeman’s legs
swift slow swirl swift soul spell
tap
pataptapatap
tap
keep grooving on
like gazelles grazing
on shrub-lands
at dawn when the orange sun kisses greying grains
where lions dens are dense
keep moving on
like a lion’s dance
before pouncing on a prey
breeze aligning mane
keep
moving
on
like a slum kid waking up with heat rashes
all over a body battered by life’s hardships
bedroom a 6 by 6 packed with 12 siblings
searches for a candle to light his unpaved path
light too low, he sees clouded dreams
sagged low pants,
Dre Beats hanging from his ears
intersecting with a left eye tear
and ride slow jams
and dry cold hands
and mind so tensed
and tap-dance with his feet
tap
pataptapatap
tap
he’s singing
same time praying in his head
he’s singing
praying his music
would top the list
and be the hit this year
playing his music
moving
like a slum kid musician’s tear
keep moving on
like a beach side black boy
biceps like blown balloons
clinging to coconut trees, climbing
like a child on to full breasts
for some milk
slices off the stalk of a coco
a look like a kid gone nuts
balancing boldly
like a dance
breaking it open to take a looooong sip
throws the roughage off
and starts sliding back south
bare arms, chest
sliding like a dance
against the rough edges
one then the next,
brave-heart
grooving on
even when the mood is wrong
he sets sail with his heart
he’s down from the tree
he’s off to the sea
sets snail-step sways
on ocean floors of earth’s palate
under water
plop!
over water
surfing with a piece of plastic
like a dance
rhythm like the tap-dance
and tap-dance with his feet
tap
pataptapatap
tap
keep moving on
even when echoes become walls
and rebound efforts into nulls
even in a free fall
floored, flee all, fly find fortune,
do not fade into the future
like a tear
unattended to
live the present
with the past behind
and bad memories with folded rags
and mistakes with no carbon copies
and smiles within songs
and an open heart
with love as inner decor
bearing hope in hands
reaching for peace
keep
moving
on
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Kwame’s love for wordplay has earned him online publications, awards from the Scrabble Association of Ghana and a couple of nicknames including Write. He is a nominee for the International Best Amateur Poet by World Poetry Organisation, a biochemist working as a health & safety consultant who believes that freelance writing, spoken word and rap are not only rich arts but tools for educating and inspiring people. Kwame Write founded Inkfluent which produced Vocal Portraits; a spoken word compilation that brought together 15 artists from 3 continents: Africa, America and Europe. When he’s not with the pen, he’s most likely playing beach soccer or making new friends over a bowl of fufu and palm wine. You can visit him at http://kwamewrite.blogspot.com/ and https://soundcloud.com/kwame-write-1
LINKS:
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/aidookwamecharles
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