Collage: The Master Poetz Unified

By Abena Owusu Koranteng

Collage

is a collection of poems that cater to those who dont usually care to read poetry, those who think poetry is only a bunch of word coupled together on pages in a book read by uncanny people and makes no sense at all. Poetry has taken its second wind and is no longer a compilation of twisted words that leaves the reader with a mental overload and smoke spewing from their ears. Collage is just as the name implies, a genre of poems by American and Ghanaian poets that covers an insurmountable range of topics, from the country life the author growing up as a child in Mississippi to the flavor filled verses and anecdotes of Ghanaian Poets or Poetess'. The Author is sure that this book will not offend with the Poets pen, but be a world wide treat that is very unique; offering inspiration, revelation, and stimulation to it's diverse readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452065977

Abena Owusu Koranteng

Mandy Fields, Koranteng was born in Natchez, Mississippi, the last child of John Lanus and Loubertha Fields, Lanus. Being the youngest of ten children, she often felt disliked and rejected. Being alienated by her sibling, Mandy sought quiet places where here imagination which had become her lone friend and playmate could recant onto paper her enumerable thoughts in poetic form. God blessed her to travel to Ghana, West Africa in 2008 where she met Isaac Owusu Koranteng, they married and now resides in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Her trip to Ghana greatly changed her outlook on the entire continent and has enable her to accumulate many friends there, as well as inspired her to organize a group of Poets called "The Master Poetz' whose works will be featured in this book. Mandy is a born again Christian who believes in the Holy Trinity and God's written word and our lives should reflect out beliefs.

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Contents

Last Night…

Mother’s Love

No You, No Me

God Said

An expression of Love

Where Is Your Faith?

Rain… It’s raining today

and I love it

The Far Away Place

If I could draw

God’s Poet

Portal To Your Blessings

Wash Me Again

Parting Of Ways

My Pen and Me

Me

Separation

When

The Temptress

Arise

Taken

Belong To You

The Evangelist’s prayer

Mr. Blustery Bold

Addicted To Love

Two Years Too Long

No You, No Trip

Not A Friend

A U-turn is Beneficial

Someone

The Pattern Of Nature

From the Pillow to the Pool

A Father’s Love

Him" The Lover of My Soul

Shame on Me

Glamorous

Lost And Found

The Broken Rib

Introduction of the Master Poets

Golden Ray

Morning Shall Come

The Bread of Life

The Stepchild

Piano Keys

In The World of the Poet

He Beat Her Up

In A Drunken Rage

Clarion Call

Pray For Jos

Do you believe in Miracles?

Broken but Healed

A Thanksgiving Card

Why Wouldn’t I?

My Pen

Love Letter to Myself

The Flower of My Life

Legacy for Humanity

My Walk

Mum’s Departure

(A True Story)

Living Faith

It Rains No More 1

It Rains No More 2

My First Try

Talents

Great Women of Africa

Adios Amigo

A letter to Efua

Last Night…

the stars blew me a kiss

the wind sang me a love song

the clouds gracefully did a slow dance

the moon blushed at the sight

the trees applauded in utterly bliss

the grass bowed to its fellow

the falling leaves danced in mid air

the small creeping things spread the news

the comets celebrated the grand occasion

all because…

I wished upon a star

basked in the wind

floated on the clouds

gazed at the moon

admired the trees

observed the grass

watched the falling leaves

listen to the creeping things

And was blessed to see a comet

Last night was a GOOD NIGHT

Mother’s Love

I REMEMBER MAMA IN A HAPPY WAY

A mother’s love is worth more than gold

It takes you further than riches untold

She denies herself so that you can have the best

Takes a morsel of meat, giving you the rest

A mother’s love is sure and never will sway

It’s entwined in her actions and the kind things she would say

Always on the move, working her fingers to the bone

Putting in very long hours, just to take care of her home

A mother’s love wakes her up at the break of dawn

To give God her first fruits morning by morn

Each child’s name she mentions with care

Thanking God for their lives in her daily prayer

A mother’s love flows to all of man kind

A woman of virtue by the Spirit divine

The mantle is passed from mother to child

Hard working and strong, yet gentle and mild

My mother’s love taught me to find beauty in nature

Inspiration for my writings, I really appreciate her!

She encouraged me to keep my eyes toward the sky

Said, that would be her pathway when her turn came to die

Her days were numbered, and now she’s gone

Memories of my mother helps me to carry on

I can still hear her singing her favorite song

PRAISING MY SAVIOR ALL THE DAY LONG

Thanks be to God for my mother’s love

Imputed from the father in heaven above

No You, No Me

Why am I so cold?

My arms cringe to fold

Amidst thoughts untold

to weariness I am sold

Yet I must stand bold

Have you walked away,

listening to what people say?

Who caused you to sway,

After you swore to stay?

My heart you did slay

Once again here I stand

With one instrument from the band

But through Christ I can

Without bread or a man

No audience, no fan

Didn’t know you would leave

My heart you deceived

By a slippery tongue with slimy seeds

My case I will not plead

I will always succeed!!!

Through Christ I can

As we walk hand in hand

Two instruments, a full band

No you, just me, please understand

My faith is in Christ and not a man

God Said

When tests and trials come your way

Cast them down by my words you say

Search the scriptures which is powerful and divine

And exemplify your status as a child of mine

An expression of Love

In this game of Poetry, diversity is defined

Each distinct individual is able to