Rhythmic Rhymes Poetry

Tomorrow by Witness Hamudi

2012-01-26T13:16:00.002+02:00

Tomorrow awaits with splendor

In Her hands I will but rock,

With the oboe and the spinet, there is much grandeur

To be known and crowds to shake.

With each passing day there is

Something to write about: the breeze or the next door Miss,

Whatever may be consumable to their delight.

If well put, the feeling and the rhymes,

Together with the bell’s chimes.

Tomorrow may be another day

Which would lively sound bestow and gay

That is if I stick to the oboe and spinet

Or the stages like Peter Tenet.

Home sweet home by Witness Hamudi

2011-11-21T12:58:00.004+02:00

We go out although far

Away from ma and pa

Away from the land that’s ours

For long journeying hours

We forget not the sweet

Of home, especially when people spit

Into our faces with hate and disgust

And at times being returned for mistrust.

They always trying to hammer out of us

Models, in alleys and in subway we pass.

Comparing them with us in the glass

There is one lucid difference only.

They comfortably sitting at home and we are lonely.

We bent our backs and toil,

Happy to lead our lives in turmoil.

We aren’t happy at all

But we can not let our economy fall

Tumble and break-

Some day it will be you

Enjoying the experience you will be going through

I bet I don’t hate

But pray: make a better world for you and for me

Night Birds by Tatenda William Mhlanga

2011-09-27T09:09:00.002+02:00

Night draws closer with end day

Where they take over in hunt of prey

Night birds-exhausted they fly not

Parroting, they cry not

Smile a lot, squeaking,

Chattering, glittering

When the lights are more than dim-dark

When we the dogs that bark

Behind bars, try our luck

Not with our catapults loose

Misled is our target we miss,

In agony, them gliding, we can’t resist

Starring, like queens, but we as kings

Of unmeasured wit, defiant

Amused not of their deviance

To wander while others pray, misled

Skinny, blindfolded and lost

For hunger not to satisfy

Rotten flesh, disabled to gratify

Integrity-sweltering, for night birds of prey?

We long for fleshy birds of day.

FRIEND OR FOE by Witness Hamudi

2011-09-06T13:10:00.004+02:00

Ignore the turning of a friend to a foe,

When you’re being proven a fool,

Their laughter when you fall off a stool,

Their frowning when you soundly chew

Or the loneliness you go through,

When you enroll in a new school

But ignore not when a foe turns a friend;

It may be true or utter pretense.

Ignore not the repentance

It may be to bind or slacken your acquaintance.

All other things you may ignore,

But not when you make a friend out of a foe.

lets just talk

2011-07-25T13:22:00.002+02:00

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

DEATHDAY by Witness Hamudi

2011-07-04T12:44:00.002+02:00

DEATHDAY

A grave there is somewhere out there

Where the cold eyes of mine stare

Whose sorrow night and day I share.

I used to with at least half my heart care

For the motionless one who lies in there,

The cold of winter wrapping around him

And the memory with time getting dim

But as always I’m reminded as well as being haunted

By my love’s Deathday

That has come to take away from the Birthday

Then how can I not imagine

The images that once pushed to the margin-

Of my mind being rekindled, coming back.

With love and fear I stand there and shake

Oh that day again!

That on mine heart leaves a stubborn stain

Of pain: remembering the grave

Down to which love I once gave.

Poor World of Dreaming

2011-05-09T11:33:00.004+02:00

Its still, before the dark hours,

Still in the middle of a rest thats ours,

From an unknown vision, motion pictures emerge

Starring people found in life pages.

Some smiling,

Others, crying.

Among these are those without friends,

Those with them unleashing their own new trends,

Their feelings conveyed by laughter screams,

Those in agony, heard by horror shrills.

Surprisingly the audience never found its meaning,

Here lives are being crotched, in weaving,

Reflecting the happenings in our lives,

The recordings, the history of recent times.

As the night away fades

Only snores, no noise, no words.

Where it all ends,

When the cool morning breeze encroaches,

As the enlightened day approaches.

It’s no longer the poor world of dreaming,

It’s now the real world worth living.

Dinner With The Devil (2)

2011-05-03T16:54:00.000+02:00

Indeed I dined with him
When the lights were more than dim
The Devil-
The reign of evil
Back in the day
Where a visit was forced to pay
To sit across him in the dark
Where his grinning face with luck
Nearly took my bile up
Considering we were at the Last Supper
Badly prepared salad, burnt rice,
Kapenta and unroasted meat invited flies
Which the master minder slaughtered and ate
Together with his disciples who spat
Everywhere around the old broken dinner table.
We drank thick blood in addition
Which I recorded was their addiction.
Rotten apples became the dessert
As well as unripe paw-paws
I couldn’t take it any more at last
Never to excuse myself, I ran away fast.

ugly

2011-05-01T09:58:00.003+02:00

flies do fly bys

ova dead bodies

"why!" cries

rise to empty skies

we know you dont care

suits cant disguise

the body language as you stand there

giving speechfuls of lies

stories of government flaws reach for the skies

shouted out by future matyrs

"tomorrow is uncertain",

the future stutters

Sisters And The BlueLight Bulbs by Witness Hamudi

2011-04-30T12:31:00.003+02:00

Blue light bulbs glow not by day

When sisters kill the day for rest,

-day to get dressed.

To stare into a half broken mirror

That once before eviction belonged to Stella

Blue light bulbs rest by day.

Blue light bulbs are blind

They do not see their sisters’ unswept abode

Sisters slaughter smell with 'deos' cheaply bought

From down town illegal dealer

With hardy earned dollar bills.

Blue light bulbs sense of smell is blunt.

Blue light bulbs do not see

Neither the pants stashed into drawers

Stained with used oil in the showers,

Nor creased dresses spilling from an almost ripped up basket

To evade the dusty floor

Just before the clock strikes an evening three.

Blue light bulbs neither hear nor see

But I’m sure they can shade some dim light

On men’s pants lying tight

Each night in their blue bright

Cause blue light bulbs and sisters are one

They rest by day and work by night.

Words

2011-04-26T16:13:00.002+02:00

Words are like birds

They fly away when you try

To scribble a riddle

Or describe a nettle.

Words are like an eel,

They are slippery still,

If well put they may heal,

The soul of a beloved ill.

Take words for a thief

That has taken the wife of a thief

And may get caught if,

He has come to a dead end, the cliff.

Words sometimes bite

With their ironical might.

They may provoke a fight

Or keep one awake all night.

unsuppressable thoughts(Grandma's Questions)

2011-04-25T16:44:00.005+02:00

Did he plan it
Did he do it on purpose
Put a Dark Spot on a Blue Planet
And let the World treat its people like they are 'worthless'

what was he thinking
was he thinking
Because, me thinking
But me stop thinking
Because what me thinks...

myt send me to a hot place
After someone rings the death knell
That place rhymes so well
with 'well'
which contains the liquid I'll so very much yearn for
in the domain of the Angel that Fell

But since i'm going there anyway
for all I've been doing
Answer, may!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
please end my pursuing

He didn't plan it
He didn't do it on purpose
He didn't put a Dark Spot on a Blue Planet
and make us worthless

TRANSCRIPTS OF MY TRANSGRESSION by Witness Hamudi

2011-04-25T12:31:00.005+02:00

Compelled to re-do transcripts of my transgression

I found flipping through pages ,having forgotten

Of tattered pages and plucked-out phases:

Moments from memory to efface-

In-vain .Haunting ,stubborn ,the visions rebound

Viciously ,intimidatingly screaming loud

To remind of a crooked past:

The horrors that survived the burning pages and stuck in mind to last.

The horrors that escaped the inferno-

Dived into the liquid of my brain to cool-off

That steams it ,and,

Keeps me tossing and turning in bed.

Hoping these visions with time might blur

I remain scandalously recalcitrant and devoid of blame.

Frankling David by Witness Hamudi

2011-04-22T11:57:00.006+02:00

Franklin David was my favorite

All bartenders knew I was right.

So simple was he though fearsome when sober

For he’ld interrogate you over and over.

He being in the habit of squeezing himself in a distant corner

He seemed disconcerted in the manner of a loner.

But of all the people I knew, ha wasn’t that sort

He only needed one single hot tot

Afterwards he would talk,

Tease and joke,

Until he ordered for another round

And tell me to spare my pound.

Exam Room by Witness Hamudi

2011-04-20T11:26:00.005+02:00

Breathe and think

Don’t mind the clock’s tick

Think of picking up tick by tick

Never do look at Dick

Fumbling-chewing away his pencils stick

Composure is the tick

To grab, in an exam, at each tick.

Say your short prayer

Not loud, not silent, but fair

Then take your pen and prepare

Jotting all you have with care

Not to doodle doodle away the day.

With the first hours chime

Panic not, cheat not, its a crime

Stare at the time

And with each second write in rhyme

After all is done

Breathe and think

That all you have won.

Broken Pot

2011-04-15T18:18:00.001+02:00

THE INNOCENCE OF THE METAL BIRD

I heard a monotonous din in the air

Where my gleaming eyes starred

In its direction, in motion.

I never took heed of any precaution

What do you expect, I enjoyed the experience

Of a life time. But…

By the moment, the din fade away

I felt my head loosened up.

Whaaa-at... my po...oo

Into the parallel streams I dived

Screaming as it were…my po…oo

Uncle Jacob found me drowning,

Rescued me and brought me where?

Home-mama...aa!

Who to my surprise appeared unmoved?

She only raised her concerns,

Remember, it was her only pot,

She became weak-her only pot

Done to pieces by the poor girl,

An ignorant teenager, old enough…

Only succumbing to the poverty snare

Where the new world remained a nightmare.

The metal bird varnished with our pot

I suspected…hesitantly.

Sweet music of death knells

2011-04-15T16:08:00.005+02:00

the Devil looked on as his
minions mutilated and murdered millions
that had opposing opinions
He slept smiling while broken mothers wept
crying over what was left
screams serenaded him
in his violent dreams
fishermen and Fishers of Men pulled dead fish and body parts out of
silent streams
orators no longer spoke words with ease
everything shivered even birds in trees
The Serpent slithered
taking in the picturesque scene
no longer green: Life's flower withered....

Sick Midnight Thought by Witness Hamudi

2011-04-11T21:37:00.006+02:00

If she were here and home being far

From her sweet i would sorrow though

But, her embrace being charm and lock

I’m bound and won’t stray any far.

If imprinting was for gulls and bears

I’m one that found suckling on her breast

A child you can wean with chilli on the chest

But not a man; I’ll forever cling onto hers.

Sweet dreams are for eternity

Blurred visions of her nudity, only future knows.

If its only dreams, we can make it with care

From valleys green to hill-tops bare.

REPROACH

2011-04-09T11:28:00.003+02:00

I cannot bear this,
I will not bear this.

I am troubled.
So dismantled,

What will I tell him?
How can I reveal it?

I’ve been robbed,
Heavily corroded.

I’m no longer myself,
Not exactly as I felt.

My brother is angry.
He cannot stand it.

My life is on standby, paused,
Not ready to be presumed.

My sanctuary is rotten,
Suffering pain from being rode on.

I don’t feel the same,
As I will not, never again play this game.

Who will like my appearance?
Or who will carry this disturbance.

My life has been battered
Like a hot knife through butter.

I’m still to decide,
If I can perform suicide.

I’m finished
I’m dismantled.

I can’t wait tom live any-more
I can’t live my life any low.

POOR LOVE

2011-04-06T19:26:00.002+02:00

When my ex husband had to call it a day,

I became instantly ill- I was dumbfounded,

With a blank mind, what could I say?

In the face of reality, my marriage was grounded,

A union that was forever, never meant to be,

Imagine, my being a wife of honour, with all my might,

My patience, perseverance drawn out of me

Only to watch my marriage out of sight.

I often dream about it in drab misery,

Thinking that you of all people could hurt my soul,

Insulting me, in front of all eyes, in the name of adultery.

God- I watched him dismay as his poniards spread so,

Nevertheless, in future I have made up my mind,

In matters of love it’s the truth I have to find.

DINNER

2011-03-25T16:30:00.000+02:00

DINNER WITH THE DEVIL

Covered in the veil of evil,

Cursed to dine with the devil,

Was Yours truly, who wore a sullen face,

Starring in dismay with a relentless pace

Especially where the Devil himself sat.

Across me our eyes inevitably met,

His reddish teeth at me grinning,

My body sweltering as my head was sent spinning

With fear, examining his laced gown of black,

Jumbled up in tatters like a scarecrow, a bald head

A wrinkled ugly face and long nailed fingers.

Apart from him was a dish of unappetizing food

Warm salad, burnt rice, raw meat with no soup

In addition to the smelly thick red wine-

That sent my head aside

I could not withstand it, instead I spat

At it but him smiling, continued to eat

Enjoying himself while I was not

He never cared I was not

Only his scornful grin as my bile rose above limits

I had to vomit in response

Wishing had I refused the invitation, my appearance

I would have eluded this excruciating experience

When I was cursed to dine with the devil

Veiled by darkness of evil.

DEMISE

2011-03-14T17:08:00.003+02:00

THE WATERING CAN AND THE FLOWER

Given the can led me to refuel the flowers,

Who in turn grew alternatively with the racing hours,

No time taken soon to bloom

For the weeds, never sparring the garden spoon

Becoming the routine chore.

Little did I know the rusty signs on show

Culminated in a large spilling hole underneath

Throwing all my input under siege.

A bond had emerged; of this Can and the flora.

Unnoticed, supplies cut, the growth rate became slower.

And slowly withered away, lifeless,

Roasted by the merciless

Sun, its red spikes poking the wretched one

Until the life-span halted, it dried out,

Startled, my eyes in akimbo only flickered hopelessly

Like a candle, struggling against the whirlwind,

Though held strongly

Nothing could stop it from being blown off-

And then Darkness –

This there upon remained with me

Inevitably still with me.

When will it take its leave, I care not

I forget not the destruction of so bright a life

With loneliness and nostalgia, the reality strife

Where memories, painted black surface each hour

Patching through the destruction of the watering can

And then the flower.

SUPER-SUBSTITUTE

2011-03-09T15:53:00.000+02:00

SUPER-SUBSTITUTE

In front, our heads bow,

In our minds, but how?
Don’t worry, it’s the super-substitute,
Replacing a great institute,
Waylaying happiness,
Installing sadness.
We keep on calling,
We can’t keep off falling,
No doubt it’s over.
Are we getting older?
Think not this wind has come to a standstill,
Only the coldness to feel,
At the same time emotions to conceal
Thrust in a carcass to seal,
A chance we missed,
Forever may-be, the deceased.

Tatenda W Mhlanga

DEATH

2011-03-08T17:29:00.002+02:00

WHAT ABOUT IN TIMES OF DEATH

In sport we cheer

As we won’t fear,

A loss that is part of this dear

Game that would be always at hand

IS death more of a game like this?

In difficulties we try

Not to wait and stand-by,

As we strive to make things okay,

To fulfill the promise of day.

How do we endeavour in times of death?

In religion we pray,

Not afraid to carry

The burden of our lord

Who saddled our load

To save us the whole lot

Of debaucheries and sorts.

Imagine this when death comes.

If the sun will shine again tomorrow

It will be clear enough that sorrow

Is the prize we pay as homage to death,

A sense of inexperience to bereavement.

If that was so, how many would have courage.

The answer is, in death we shade tears,

This shows our deepest feelings,

On this tussling game

Of life, happiness or sadness-damn,

All thrown into an invisible dam.

That’s what we do when we face death.

In times of death so high are emotions,

The adrenaline pumping in motion,

Or the heart beat and blood cell in caution,

“I’ve lost my mum, my dad-oh my cousin,”

Surely in times of death there is no controlling.

To the deceased we feel pity

Here and there sing a ditty,

To lament our love simply

Because we respect and heartily

Pray that, “may the soul rest in peace.”

In the trying times of death- we piss.

When death comes we weep,

Unable to contain or keep

Emotions from outrage and throw tantrums,

“If I could I would have done something.”

But as at is, there is nothing

That can stop death from stripping everything.

After all, in sport we cheer

In difficulties we try,

In religion we pray.

All in all in our ability

But what about in death?

Think about it and bet

In time of death.

HOME DEAD OR ALIVE

2011-02-25T16:44:00.002+02:00

HOME: DEAD OR ALIVE.

Home.
Is where you are wanted son.
The frivolous storm has gone,
In place, everything is back again
If you want, I’ll lay out a bait
Mum is back, so is Cindy.
Home wants you back sonny
And with you there, we’ll reunite
Thus I want you dead or alive.

You rather feel, you are nothing but dead,
It isn’t that bad,
It’s an experience
Adjusting tomorrow’s appearance.
Don’t despair,
You’ve got someone to inspire,
A lesson worth to realize,
Mistakes to correct, preventing an imminent demise,
Only if me and home receive you either dead or alive.

The onus is on mine side this time,
Poor us we had to fight
A dismantled jaw; a bloody war in sight.
She injured, went away, I had led home astray,
A place we all belonged to.
Again your mum and Cindy I had to woo,
They are back home now,
Only you left-I know, for you it’s hard
Home where?
Some where there
Where my two arms lay open
In anticipation, smeared in warmth
The time at home you will arrive
I don’t care, dead or alive.

Wake up from your state of partiality
Shake the death blues into reality,
Death, the destruction of a bright life
Like perishing holding a loaded rifle.
There is still life, get on moving
Home, where it dwells a sense of belonging,
Restoration of pride,
When you hear a survival vibe
Full of life, not dead but alive.

Tatenda W Mhlanga

BACK THEN

2010-11-15T19:52:00.002+02:00

BACK THEN

In the life we led,

We were fed,

Not with our pockets fat.

We used to feast,

Three meals at least,

The better,

To rejoice forever,

It’s gone-

We mourn.

Tummies filled with air

We do nothing but stare.

With hunger and starvation as substitutes,

We are turned into filthy destitutes,

Dreams are shattered

Lives are battered,

We remember the heyday,

Sigh and able to say,

A great time well spent,

But it was back then.

NIGHT BIRDS

2010-11-12T20:34:00.004+02:00

NIGHT BIRDS

Night draws closer with end day

Where they take over in hunt of prey

Night birds-exhausted they fly not

Parroting, they cry not

Smile a lot, squeaking,

Chattering, glittering

When the lights are more than dim-dark

When we the dogs that bark

Behind bars, try our luck

Not with our catapults loose

Misled is our target we miss,

In agony, them gliding, we can’t resist

Starring, like queens, but we as kings

Of unmeasured wit, defiant

Amused not of their deviance

To wander while others pray, misled

Skinny, blindfolded and lost

For hunger not to satisfy

Rotten flesh, disabled to gratify

Integrity-sweltering, for night birds of prey?

We long for fleshy birds of day.

By Tatenda Mhlanga

NAKED: STRIPPED

2010-11-12T18:53:00.002+02:00

NAKED: STRIPPED

Were we stripped naked?

To find, them, unshaken,

Laughing in crude fashion.

No boulder, of strength, to cushion,

For I thought out of hand they budged,

To intercept a grudge-they won.

Then reminisce not on my shady history

Yesterday, No, the looming mystery

Tomorrow, falling off the cursed fig tree.

When balancing on rotten branches made me free

To air-scratched and bruised,

Battered and clustered, embarrassed.

Having to find myself less flattered

By his ego, less set to offer

Nothing fresh, only penniless.

Shamefaced, ignoring his own follies

Of trolleys full of lies,

On which platter, silver or gold?

To make such blatant pledges bold

Naked against all odds

Shaken, composure unfound.

Surviving only to tell stories untold

With trumpets of shame….to make the sound.

Tatenda Mhlanga

TYRANTS: REIGNING MEN

2010-11-08T20:36:00.001+02:00

TYRANTS: REIGNING MEN

They were Men, who rang the bell,

Strong in nature, so volatile, one could tell.

There were Men who ran the cells

One could not resist; in their hands we fell

No doubt the truth is, we were now in hell

It’s the metropolitan advice they had to repel,

But remember it was our inheritance, they had to sell.

Once again, they were the Men, who ran our lives,

So charismatic and dangerous, like the bee hives.

They were ready to snatch our wives,

And when we would retort, we met cattle hides.

In terms of litigation our voices were placed on the sidelines

With tears in our eyes, we looked into the skies.

Could at least one Man listen to our cries?

They were the Men who held the knife and the yam.

With nobody’s business, they would drink rum,

Whilst we, the toilers, would have some,

Not rejoicing, but in memorium.

Some would think of the surviving day,

But as for now it was the coveted price we had to pay.

Tatenda W Mhlanga

STRENGTH IN ME

2010-11-05T18:21:00.000+02:00

STRENGTH IN ME

My edging strength,

To take away anyone’s breath,

Has power over kings and lords,

They seek refuge to me as of old

Using right hand robbed men,

Human haired to make me inhuman,

But with peace and order that survive,

Kingdoms and domains revive

Coupled with traditions and religious patterns,

To be thrown in rubbish pits.

I scrolled in ink, scribed on sheets

Somehow abandoned, in archives,

Would come off the blue alive,

To the rescue for walls about to tumble and fall

And to the joy of my ears, I hear their call

But with a patronizing soul,

My offer at stake they take

They’ve no other choice to make,

Underlining my status, a mere document on show

Do not be perplexed, I am the Law.

Tatenda Mhlanga

ODE TO A DREAM LOVER

2010-11-03T19:38:00.001+02:00

ODE TO A DREAM LOVER

I would have, could have, for you
Take a postured picture of you
But now it doesn’t sound
For woman you are worth every pound
Reality is what I seek; now I have found
For the soft and creamy
The bold and sometimes flimsy
Minds, I can’t distance myself with me
When I long to be loved
Stay calm, and be hugged
Become warm and in thy sensation be sucked
Be rubbed; be tight with ecstasy and all might
When by light I wake up in my lovers arms
And with a cup of coffee there she comes
Thy beauty crippling, soul-taking my bones
Loosing the taste of thy liquor, watching you
Those loopy curves-
Then will you not take me with you
On the wings of thy eagle and fly-----------
Tatenda W Mhlanga

FORGOTTEN HEROES

2010-10-30T20:29:00.001+02:00

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

2010-10-25T20:49:00.002+02:00

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

2010-10-25T19:31:00.000+02:00

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

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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