Fantasy of a Blind Boy

By Kwabena Ntim

FANTASY OF A BLIND BOY

He is a blind boy from the west coast of America.
And he walked upon the road. The rough road like
the one in Africa. He smiled like the soldier, toys
and the prince of Rome. He is a blind boy from an
imaginary city. He came from the state of Lords.
He is the blind boy from America. And he battled
the mirrors of blindness. He is a soldier and king
of the American Island. He is a warrior and ruler.
And he is blind upon the brown road of California.

He is a blind boy from the west coast of America.
And he waved the armours upon his arms like owls,
squirrels, the red snakes, cobras and the red sea.
It is the king of the dark tomb. It is the red bees.
The blind boy laughed to the rumours of a mutter.
And he is blind. He is a blind boy from California.
He is the prince of a dark city like the wise priest.
He is the World greatest king upon the grey road,
the murky mountain, the grey pavement and roots.

He is a blind boy from the west coast of America.
And he is the master of a grey road. He is a king.
It is the priest of heavy rings. It is a champion, a
superstar, a trap star, a legend and a prince here.
And he smiled towards a path of the blind soldier,
towards the path of the dead souls and the kings.
He is the blind boy upon the city like a grey stool.
And it sat on the stool of the Romans. It is crows.
The blind boy walked upon the grey road and path.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jan 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479752485

Kwabena Ntim

The author was born in Ghana, West Africa. He has been writing poetry since he was a kid.

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CONTENTS

A Bone From the Blue Hawk

A Call of Arms

A Casket For Static Major

A Grey Mile

A Horse for a Trojan Soldier

A Journey Of An African Boy

A Journey of Neil Armstrong

A Last Flood for Noah

A Letter To The Police

A Lion to False a Trap Star

A Poem to Rome

A Rifle For A Norman Soldier

A Soldier to False a Trap

A Trench for an American Soldier

A Vodka For A Drunk Boy

A.K.

An Acorn For A Squirrel

Ballad Of A Ghetto Boy

Balm of the Dead

Born to Stop the Tsunami

Creatures Of Persia

Fantasy of a Blind Boy

Fantasy of an African Soldier

Farewell To The World

King of the Woods

Lord Cyrus

Lord Of The Sword

Lord of the Sword

Lord of Troy

Mirror Of The Slave

Nicodemus

Salonica

Some Prisons Don’t Have Walls

The Boy Who Likes Praying

The Cross of Jesus Christ

The Day The Coconut Crops Failed

The Death of a Geologist

The Evil May Cry

The Forest Of Havoc

The Legend Of Trafalgar Square

The Lion and the Cowboy

The Mirror And The Shadow

The Story of Bob Marley

The Undertaker

The Walls Of Jericho

A Bone From

the Blue Hawk

It is under a stone and upon the oceans.

It is a bone from the blue hawk and it’s

under the nest of the blue Hawks tree.

The hawk landed upon the nearby stone.

And the blue hawk waved like the rivers,

seas, lakes, mountains, stones and souls.

It stood upon the slivering stones there

and waved its’ feathers like the leaves.

He stood and watched it upon the trees.

It is under a stone and upon the oceans.

And it stood upon a grey tree and sung,

waved, hopped, whispered and rotated.

The blue hawk sung the songs of Psalm,

Job, Solomon, and sung the song of God.

And the hawk grabbed a bone from the

oceans and carried it to its’ black nest.

It walked upon the grey clouds dancing,

crying, cheering, waving and weeping.

It is under a stone and upon the oceans.

He walked towards a bone from the sea

and waved towards the blue hawk tree.

The bird flapped its’ feathers like owls.

It is the king of the forest, bushes and

jungles, oceans and king of the trench.

He walked upon the land of the oceans,

lakes, rivers, palm trees and the stars.

And is it a bone from the blue hawk?

A Call of Arms

The soldiers of the frontline were called.

And the warriors must fight the Norman

soldiers upon the trenches. A call of the

arms upon the