As we continue to promote Poetry in Zambia ; here are this weeks poems ,enjoy
MY GARDEN OF IllUSION by Luka Mwango
In my garden of illusion
Reality is just a protrusion
Order a mythical confusion
I live life smelling the roses of glamour
But oblivious to the thorns that clamor
My vision obscured by the devil’s hedges
Never reading any of the Bible’s pages
So I feed on Hollywood’s carrots
Promising sight but delivering maggots
The grapes of my vineyard are my secret indulgence
So hangover, alcohol is my fragrance
Even though it causes me much grievance
The lilies are my erotic delight
In my attempt to find cloud 9, like a kite
Yet always leaving me contrite
The exotic flora a blazing trail of medication
Abuse is the language of replication
And soon addiction is the accent of my conviction
Alas, my garden of Illusion is not eternal
It lasts lesser each time
Then Authenticity pays me visit
Bringing with him bullets of truth
And the arsenal of proof
With a wounded heart I proclaim
My garden is…DEATH!
AFRICA IS A LUCKY GUY by KASANDA MWAPE
Dedicated to Leila Sibeso Mwiya and like all good stories it starts at the end…
… And so the night cries
As the moon dies
So the sun can rise
The the clear blue skies…
Hujambo… Kiswahili… How are you… Goodmorning
The birds sings songs they’ve never heard before…
Shocked to tongues by what hid behind natures door…
For no eye had seen what he had in store…
A Splendor… 10-10 from head to toe…
HUUJAAAAMBOOO!! Thunder wa Simba! the Lions Roar!…
A beautiful one was born, i heard her call…
She’s ama-zing the way her feet kiss the floor…
A down to Earth beauty but my eyes see more!…
Past the gold nature hid her in…
I see the diamond she is deep within…
The sweet-heart no other warrior could win…
But i am Simba wa Simba, The Warrior King!
Hujambo beautiful african child…
Im sorry but iv travelled a lifetime now…
Through the jungle of rythms but none my style…
Til i laid eyes on you Tabasamu yangu …it means “My smile”
Turn those sweet brown eyes away from me…
For my strength is no match for the beauty i see…
I brought u a drum that only plays when love is true…
Listen… “Boom boom” my heart beats for you…
She smiles, like sunlight across my dark face sky…
Nakupenda …couldnt resist it even if i tried…
“Yelele Mama!” my heart sings as my eyes, they cry…
Im so alive in that moment i could almost die…
queen of my world… My brown lozi girl
Her skin flows sweet like the garden of Eden…
Milk and honey from her feet to her cute nose even…
A dark cloud as she close her eyes, i realise then…
Its because she open them that the sun is risen…
Dew of my morning… My brown lozi girl
Bye bye batman, no more dark nights as the lonely moon stares pon stars far away…
Hello Temptations because “Iv got sunshine…” and she fills my sky today…
Those brown eyes…
… And so the night cries
as the moon dies
so the sun can rise
To the clear blue skies
Hujambo, kiswahili… How are you, goodmorning
~Fin~
African Woman (By Isunge Mwangase)
She wakes up at 4AM,
A product of her I am,
Fire wood on her head,
Her social life is dead,
Sometimes she forgets her name,
She works hard but stays the same
To put food on the table,
Though she too feeble
Six of us, one slice of bread,
Politicians and their greed,
They eat the apple and the seed,
This is the life we lead
We’re dying- encircled by crows,
The sweat on our brows,
Burns like the tears in our souls,
Ever fresh our body’s sores,
They don’t heal, we’re malnourished,
How can one be healthy ever famished?
The tunnel has but a little light
It is not yet in sight,
But one day it will,
When we will never miss a meal.
All it takes are faith and hope,
God’s strength to help us cope,
Love and determination-
And free education
By Kapa187
A product of her I am, Fire wood on her head, Her social life is dead, true that. Our women are so hard working and deserve such poetical praise
beautiful flows .
Nice work Isunge Mwangase…….
Beutiful poems , this needs to b encouraged more