FORGOTTEN HEROES

Thrust in haste,

With agony in the face,

Are the Heroes that here lie.

Attacked by merciless flies,

Found in ditches, trenches and forests,

Sometimes in open air,

In lands that are clearly bare.

From a distance one can tell,

Especially, the chorus comments, the nasty smell.

There after, they are left to dry on their own,

With time changing in colour from their usual brown,

As beetles and ants invade the remains,

Of these gallants, our forgotten Heroes. 

 

 

 

Tatenda W Mhlanga

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BELOVED FRIEND

I wonder what are we still doing.

Or where we keep on going

With these partial approaches,

But I hope we may treat this with less reproaches.

In this friendship I will keep on recording.

 

Some called us friends, are we not?

With this sense of mutual understanding we’ve got?

Haven’t you stood by me when

To play dirty tricks or you have said I may be caught.

Having this friendship in mind I write this note.

 

I have often forgotten you off my mind in dream

A kind of reflection that is grim.

Having this rhetoric: getting you back I shall wean

Your heart and if we remain bonded we’ll still keep

Our friendship, intact like David’s sheep.

 

Close to you, I think I have remained,

Hating you I thought I had restrained,

All in the name of preserving this thing cemented,

But have you ever wondered if we’re still protected.

If that is so, lets wear the cap of liberty we’ll be destined.

 

To you the one I call a friend, I’m stuck,

Nothing may succeed in destroying or destruct,

Our mission to be bound together, a push to construct

A relationship that will never get struck

Even by slanders, misunderstandings or distrust.

 

I wonder if this creates shades of meaning.

I intend for all us, keeping

This kind of a Game in shape-making

The record for the greatest friendship still surviving.

Have this in mind; I will wait for this destiny.

 

                                                                                                By Tatenda Mhlanga   

 

A NEW DAY HAS COME

Indeed it has come a new day,

In appreciation, our morning devotions we have to say,

Looking ahead, not forgetting yesterday,

Ready to experiment the endless world as it lay.

A new day it has been, get set to re-lay.

 

In its uniqueness, lies the mystery,

In remembrance, its today in history.

We listen to the birds’ mastery

Singing in melody, mellifluous sounds; a great summary

Of a fresh start: remember, stop wondering.

 

The orbit is revolving showing the wonder of nature,

With dew clinging on plant leaves, in a fresh unique posture,

The majestic sun rising- a great feature,

Don’t forget it’s a new beginning of great measure.

 

One may wonder why so much praise?

In future, it may become a page to browse,

It paves way for new participation, a new rise.

As for the discovery age, it ignites a big phase,

Of remembrance and great memories not to erase.

 

Nevertheless it’s anew page,

In its course a cause to plan or gauge,

Targets on receiving new prospects that may emerge,

Given another chance are the toilers the poor; out of the Cage.

It’s a new beginning in that all people have to camouflage,

And come out to rejoice a new age.    

`                                                           Tatenda W Mhlanga

UTTER SOMETHING: A PRELUDE TO DIALOGUE

UTTER SOMETHING: A PRELUDE TO DIALOGUE

You should talk I think,

If you don’t you stink,

No communication no link

From the colourless wine bottle you shall not drink,

In the wilderness of self torment, you shall shrink

Its better to speak out, don’t give me a wink.

 

Speak out your mind,

Then receive answers of many kinds.

No doubt, relationships you shall find,

Quietness is the worst sanctuary to hide,

Inside yourself nothing to confide.

Come out. Utter something and push this coyness aside,

And in the peace of mind you will abide.

 

It’s not safe to die in torment,

Your predicament becomes everyone’s consent

In dialogue, there is less disaffection to ferment,

There are always mistakes to correct,

Even problems to confront,

And a relationship to cement.

 

 

 

                                         By Tatenda Mhlanga