Africa, p.3Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro
Wilson's philosophy of life and work can be summed up in a simple quote:
‘’The more I love, the more I grow; the more I grow, the more I love’’---Wilson ‘thePoet’ Mandela.
Wilson's artful way of crafting words from the raw materials of personal experience and emotion continues to win him fans. His poetry is a testament to his life, and also serves as a touchstone for all those who read and relate to his words.
(Bio Credit: Tiffany Howard)
Discover other titles by Wilson Ayinbangya Amooro:
Sweet Christmas & New Year Poems
Football Game versus Life Game
Inspirational Poetry & Prose for Cancer Patients
These books are available in print at most online retailers.
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Something from Sweet Christmas & New Poems Book
A little Child’s letter to God on Christmas Day
Many, many Christmases have passed me by,
I sent you several letters,
No sign to show you received any of them.
Please tell me,
If you are taking time to answer me in a special way,
I guess that will be enough to console me with a hug,
and make me feel just alright as your little child.
I starved myself of the soft and yummy ice cream for weeks,
saved my last pennies for my envelope and writing pad.
And the other kids made me into a teasing stock.
Oh, Dear God
Hear me out
Just this one moment
Search through my heart
Please, don’t let this last tear drop,
Walk through my cheeks in vain.
Is it because you know what I am thinking?
I am a sinner
I broke rules too
And I didn’t do my homework the last time
When I want to compare
All the new things the other kids have for Christmas,
It will only increase my pain.
All I have is a piece of my heart I share in this letter.
I have no more tears
I wait for the day when I will also smile
And when they see me from miles afar
The teasing label will become a pleasing star
Dear Lord, I don’t want much this Christmas.
Bless my world to accept me for who I am.
Something from Love Letters Book
Let Me Lay My Gentle Hands On You
I know just how it feels
When you get that heartache,
To face reality;
Mood so blue and bitter.
Pain won’t last forever.
It will soon be better.
When it all gets too tough
To bid farewell rough thoughts,
Just relax and breathe slooooow.
Close your eyes, feel me close.
I’ll wrap my Earth’s wings ‘bout you,
To keep you always warm.
I want to be the one
You accept in your heart,
Even though you feel pain!
Tattoo now on my heart,
Deep passion not to fade.
I know your emotions
As fervent as they are,
Would surely break me down
If I basked in your shade.
That’s not my illusion.
I am now a part of
Your perfect impression!
Place your fingers near mine.
Fill those empty spaces.
Merge unbreakable bond.
Let me now lay on you,
My willing, gentle hands,
Even for a second!
Something from Football Game versus Life Game Book
Football with God
A little fellow put words together and formed one of the most endearing letters my eyes have witnessed on earth. With a breath of fresh air, I sighed in delight, soaked in awe for this tender heart’s tempting invitation to play football with God.
On a seemingly promising day, passion drove ego out of the lonely islets and pushed the footprints into adventure at a not-so-popular- park.
The gentle efforts exerted on the ball caressed the floor, as eyes gazed in an unblinking direction like a stubborn stalker on a rich dad’s belle.
Then, that unprepared moment came across a strange appearance of feet. The little boy lifted his head up, to catch a glimpse of the mighty shadow. He was neither expecting, but was willing to be filled in by the warm feeling of companionship.
An elderly woman stretched a wrinkled palm for a handshake. ‘This is the best gift I ever received from a stranger,’ soliloquized into the little figure of the big-heart- boy.
Before, emotions could translate into words, another Hollywood worth capturing ambience evoked.
‘My little one, please could you teach me how to play football? I have been sitting here and everyone that passed my way never said hello to me,’ said the old woman. She wore on her face the most perfect and priceless make-up in the world, her smile.
Throwing, kicking and catching the ball, the process went on and on, as they played joyfully without any bother of rules of the football game. What mattered to them was finding someone to bring out the best in them. They surely moved along, as age weighed on the day and dusk traded place for light. The hugged each other tighter. And they parted ways in opposite directions. As if they planned it, in between some footsteps away, they turned back to look at each other for the last, and when their eyes met they even beamed brighter.
When the little boy got home, his face was greeted with a reflection of the pure joy he offered to his mother.
Mom asked, ‘What is the secret to your unending happiness?’
The reply blew mom away…
‘I played football with God’
Before, his mom could manufacture words for a reply, he added, “You know what? God finally received my letter and made special time for me, at my special park. She made me the most special person on earth today.’
Scenes switched to the home of the old woman. The storyline is an irresistible recipe of soft slices of inspiration as gourmet to nourish the inner being.
Her son was clouded by a piece of heaven from her face and asked, “Mom, you are not only cheerful looking, you look years younger today. What’s the secret? ‘
She replied, “I played football in the park with God.”
... to be continued
Something from Lovers’ Diary Book
What is Love?
When we listen
we tenderly hear love
When we obey
we wisely have trust for love
When we give love value
we cherish love
When we listen, obey and value LOVE
we will enjoy LOVE;
A gift adorned from above
Something from Colourful Poetry Book
POEM OF COLOURS
I love purple
It makes me look supple
Just like a fresh apple
I’d choose violet
Instead of scarlet
To match my bracelet
I’d go for red
That’s what a friend said
So I’ll be called, ’lady in red’
I look good in pink
I always end up with a wink
And always go out in a blink
I prefer yellow
To make me glow
And the brightness will
Did you just offer me white?
Thanks please come home
For a bite of pizza
Because you make me feel like a heaven’s kite
I’m in love with blue
And I’m stuck to it like glue
Ha-ha, guess you’re looking for a clue
Something from Inspirational Poetry & Prose for Cancer Patients Book
Cure for Cancer
I won’t promise you perfect chemotherapy
I owe you a home in my wrinkled palm
I won’t promise radiation
I believe in our mused memories fused with inspiration
to grow our happiness
I can’t afford for you a perfect therapy
without side effects
I can afford for you all my time
to listen to your cherish desires calmly
I am not a fan of promises
I promise to make one journey for you my precious child
‘I will be your cure without side effects’
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