As we continue to promote Poetry in Zambia ; here are this weeks poems ,enjoy
DOES HE KNOW?
By Yvonne Sishua
Does he know that she knew him even before they met?
She knew the feeling he would evoke
They met and she knew she would adore him just as much
He did too.
Does he know that her thoughts are constant?
Constantly his, his full time to time indefinite,
Like the endless world.
Does he know that this feeling is so strong?
Only Shakespeare defined it to the very complication of its core,
Only the words of King Solomon described its effect on ones soul
And only in the book of Corinthians was it explained as to how it ought to be executed.
A feeling so free, both kings and peasants have shared it
Both the rich and poor!
A feeling that can never be owned, bought or sold,
It guarantees neither pleasure nor pain,
And when she loved, she decided to take both pleasure and pain for he is worth it.
Now he is love personified,
If anyone has ever perfected the art of love, she knows it is only he.
At times she thinks she is the reincarnation of Juliet and he is that of Romeo,
For this feeling feels so right yet so wrong.
At times she thinks he is heaven and she is earth,
Two places of immense beauty but heavens’ is a tad bit more magnificent,
Unseen to the ordinary eye and unmatched by that of earths’.
She knows of earths’ beauty but heaven surpasses it beyond measure.
She knows not much of heaven but the obvious,
Heaven and earth have never been in union,
This Madness that men call earth has forever been a place of confusion, misunderstanding, fear and impatience
Heaven forever a place of peace, understanding and patience,
How then can they exist as one?
Earth relates well to pain for a part of its existence it has been from time immemorial,
Why then is it so hard for heaven to understand that for earth love is foreign,
A source of fear for its origin lay unknown!
Heaven must be selfish…
Keeping its beauty unseen to the ordinary eye
Hence his failure to understand earth’s weaknesses.
Earth holds secrets yet it is the most open of all secrets,
To learn anew, an appealing idea
Why then won’t heaven share his understanding and patience to teach earth a new way?
A better way to live, Earths senselessness it seems cannot walk alongside a sense full heaven.
My wonder remains,
How can two people with a voice to speak out,
Two people endowed with the ability to communicate,
Not know how to understand each other,
Yet spend half their time not voicing out what they feel
And the other half voice out what they do not really mean…
Humans in love
Champions of Life
Peter W. Nawa
This is a dedication to that child who never got the chance
Even though your conception was perceived to be a mistake
A misconception that you did not have life
But if only they could STOP
Listen to your heart beat, it would scream, “I am Alive!”
Your face we did not see
Killed while in the womb
Rest in Peace
This is for that little boy
Always wanting to make his father proud
The look in his father’s eyes
Tell him he has fallen short
Teachers called him a failure and day dreamer
His imagination was too great for mere mortals to comprehend
His dreams too big for small minds to contain
Despite the dream killers and being misunderstood
He refused to let his dreams die and fade away
This is the anthem for every guy who was broken hearted
The girl said you had no potential
She could not see a car, house or J. O. B in your future
Far too shortsighted to ever see your future
Your destiny was far greater than you now
Life was unfair at times and threw you a bus on several occasions
You refused to play the part of victim
You moved on, pressed on, carried on and dreamed on
Today when people ask who is that?
Everybody replies, “That is not just anybody that is somebody”
These are our inspirations
Fathers who refuse to be part of the wrong statistic
Men who do not have kids simply because they can
But are men enough to stick around and watch them grow
They show their daughters how their men should love them
By the tender loving care he shows his wife
He teaches his sons that manhood is not defined
By the number of women you can have
Or the money in your pocket
It is about making the right choices
Loving you family
And a man after God’s heart
To these wise champions of life we salute
When you are long gone and your stories are told
They will say on this ground that we walk
There once tread greatness
Even though life threw its trials and tribulations
They refused to buckle in
Yes they cried, yes they felt pain, yes they failed
But each time they wiped the tears, took a painkiller and rose
When all was said and done
They stood on the summit as giants of life
MOTHER TO DAUGHTER: FROM MULIEBRITY-CELEBRATING WOMANHOOD
Pamela Sinkamba
The news is good; you are on the way,
My belly swells, I can’t wait to play,
Stay put infant, am not faraway.
I hear you cry, the joy is mine,
Your little fingers, just seem so fine,
Welcome to this world, I love your smile.
Years seem to fly; you’re all so grown,
All you now desire, I have known,
My life has been but a big groan.
The world is wide, and never seems to end.
Pleasure of pleasure is never a friend.
Deep inside you joy always reigns.
Come, come child hear what’s been.
And what has been, I have already seen.
Patience, patience, give your life esteem.
Down in the chapel, wedding bells sound,
Celebrating life, as the happy go round,
Oh mother’s joy, a daughter’s life profound.
Oh crying little babe, fill my hands with joy,
One old life ends, a new one joins
Here begins another mother’s employ.
The world is wide, and never seems to end.
Pleasure of pleasure is never a friend.
Deep inside you joy always reigns.
By Kapa187
I guess name of the first poet is Yvonne Sishuwa coz I have searched that name which is written on facebook its not there
you right
:xthis is awesome. keep up the Good work. Kindly advice on how one can contribute? my email is [email protected] then from their we can catch up.
I suppose, Sinkamba is No. 1, Nawa is No. 2 and Sishua(sic) is No. 3. Poetry works better with rhythm (cadence), rhyme and a vision portrayed. I really like Sinkamba’s poem. Nawa’s is a complaint against abortions. Sishua’s is a girl poem, definitely not for me.
i love poetry coze i was good at it withe fellow frends but its good kep it up guys
Damn this poets got a wrong way to go.But good try.Try rhyming your poems also
@ Ahem, what talent?: You have judged using your own criteria which suits your taste, which is ok. As an observer, your position is valid. However, as a critic, I would say that although Sishua has no rhythm and rhyme, the content of her expression exposes a deep appreciation of a man in a relationship, and, considering the rise of feminist hostility towards male domination, this is a brilliant break from that tendency to see the man as a problem. Sinkamba evokes hope and persistence despite external disapproval. His style is also rhythmic and flowing. I’d agree that he is number one. I might think, though, that Nawa is number three, not because her anti-abortion issue is trivial, but because of how she expresses herself to her object of desire compared to Sishua’s figuratives.
Having said that, they could all use a bit of improvement.
We are suffering with poems this year! Here is mine:
Kunta imfula yamatalala
uyu mweo wena ni lesa wampele
Kaputula ne shati fyakwa satana uyo!
he he he
Hey, b!tch what language is this? Is it Zambian? What does it mean? This is not an ethnic website, you know.
First Chika, eastern beauty, western or south; Bembaland cannot produce such lol. I am just joking.
i really like the poem by Yvonne Sishua. it is soooooooooo amazing!!!!!:o
Nice poetic work Miss Yvonne. Impressive if I may add!