Poetry is an art form that needs to be developed and brought to the spotlight . To start off this series we have two poems
Dear husband by Androphene Mulali
” Dear husband
You were my Mr. Right
In my eyes you could do no wrong
I was so young and head over heels, blinded by my love
I couldn’t see that all it was, was the fast tracking wheels
To a place men feverishly call hell
Well…I call home
All I wanted was for us to marry
I couldn’t wait to be your wife
Cook clean, look after you and your children to carry
How naïve and juvenile my love for you was
I did not realise the veracity if the matter
Which is that the gravity if this natural disaster you call a marriage
Quickly lost its sanctity
I did not grasp the true essence of your stupidity
Before I came to realise my own stupidity, after saying I do to a man who obviously didn’t
A man who won’t, or is it that you can???…STOP HITTING ME!??
The signs were there, but ignorance is bliss, so I ignored them
Instead I blamed myself and made excuses for you,coz you said “baby am sorry,il never do it again it’s a one time folly”
I couldn’t bear the thought of walking away from what we had spent years building
Wait or is it what I spent years building??
Cause now that everything is clearer, I know for a fact you didn’t put in jack
You are such a jack… STOP HITTING ME!!
They say appetite comes with eating, but your appetite for my tears, my disgrace, and my pain is insatiable
And now my face is not sociable, because it looks like it was run over by a train, what do you gain??
My mother once told me that it was a good horse that never stumbled and like a good wife I never grumbled
But you doubled your punches
Was loving me like a real man loves his wife so difficult??
For the only love between us was that between your fist and my face
Your foot in my stomach, my womb became a tomb in which my child was destined never to leave alive
STOP HITTING ME!!
Is it my fate to die at the hands of a rake?
A Scorned bitter woman, full of hate
Am gathering my last shred of self respect
My love beaten, dying and am leaving you
So watch me walk away, my head held high
My hips swaying to the sound of my heels, no jezebel
But am sure as the sun that you are going to hell
I guess this is my valediction to end this addiction
So cry me a river or until your eyes pop out, I won’t stay
So please stop hitting yourself, coz now you realise that your folly was not a folly in itself until you lost the only woman you ever truly loved
Wife… “
DARE TO BELIEVE By Mwape Mumba
” Remove the veil of deception from your eyes
as they come to you differently disguised
As they secretly and differently have improvised
their malicious deceptions that cover your eyes.
Get up and rise
its your choice to be knowledgeable and to be wise
With belief their is no surprise
So learn…
So that u devise a master plan that will better our lives
I echo the words
“get up stand up,stand up for your right,yes get up stand up and don’t give up he fight”
Once u are given this chance and once is the plight
To stand up and be strong in the fight for what is right,
As obvious as comes day so there comes night.
So don’t stop…
u understand me right?
Its a process to be monitored in total closeness that if u are not in line with your choices you end up giving in to total foolishness
So ask for grace
The veil of deception something that is there from the inception of life… taking you into a certain direction… Filled with joy and strife But its up to u, u hold it in your hands
So make that decision…
Remove the veil and see the truth
So get up stand up, Stand up for what is right yea get up stand up and don’t give up the fight…
don’t give up the fight…”
By Kapa187
deep poems here , nice
Wonderful poems by adroide and wap.
Android, perhaps this should have been a letter to your clay feet husband?
These are not poems! Do you call this poetry? This is a bunch of stuff arranged in the format of poems. Give us a break!
them kidding
Why don’t you write your sh!t so we can tell who is the real deal here!!!!
Very nice to read and flow with the poets` minds.I thirst for more.To the publishers, will you please continue with this segment.Gokigo Milazhe,dont you think it would be more constructive to encourage the unexposed art than condemn those who at least try to empty their thoughts through creative writing?Do you have better suggestions?I am sure like all arts,the more the practice the better the results.Peharps given space to express themselves we will read better poems from Mulali,Mumba and many more poets out there.
Very good start indeed! I enjoyed reading the poems for a change.
Forget the nay sayers like @Gokigo, gloomy people thrive on negativity!!!
#6 Yambayamba there’s some truth to Gokigo’s comment. If you’re used to reading stuff from Shakespeare, Goethe, Soyinka & others, these poems actually sound more like stories. Not that they are lacking in creativity, but some verses are rather too long and the language too simple. The best poems I have read were all quite short but carried so much word power and narrative force in them that they simply demanded to be heard!
@7, Nine Chale:
Very true sir, but the authors you have mentioned are world class poets who have been/were at it their entire lives. These two are still young and just starting off in their craft! This fact should be appreciated and not just cut them to pieces for the fun of it. There is nothing encouraging or supportive about @Gokigo Milazhe post. Are we Zambians really lack the capacity to encourage one another when we are trying?!!
Let us support these young people/generation when they attempt something positive. With enough encouragement and guidance, they might some day reach the levels of the poets and authors you have mentioned. I bet Shakespeare or Soyinka didn’t get to be great authors/poets in a single day, year, even a generation—-that is my point!!!!
I hate poems, its like senseless talk. As big as you chaps are still reading childish things, if you are bored get novels.
Androphene despite her name is Beautiful :)
@7, Nine Chale:
Very true sir, but the authors you have mentioned are world class poets who have been/were at it their entire lives. These two are still young and just starting off in their craft! This fact should be appreciated and not just cut them to pieces for the fun of it. There is nothing encouraging or supportive about @Gokigo Milazhe post. Are we Zambians really lack the capacity to encourage one another when we are trying?!!
Let us support these young people/generation when they attempt something positive. With enough encouragement and guidance, they might some day reach the levels of the poets and authors you have mentioned. I bet Shakespeare or Soyinka didn’t get to be great authors/poets in a single day, year, even a generation—-that is my point!
Sorry,
Meant to say @10…”Do we Zambians really lack the capacity….” and not “Are we Zambians….”
thanks!
Every one has a way they see and understand life and so we are all entitled to our own opinions. If we all thought alike life would be boring. Why should we have another Shakespeare, or a Micheal Jackson?? That’s were we go wrong us Zambian’s always trying to be like that other guy. If one tries to be like the other guy the closest you’ll ever be is number two. And just so you know Poetry has genres and types and like art everyone has their own style
However constructive criticism is appreciated and many thanx to your valid opinions, Bittersweet Poetry is here to provide a platform for poets, to enhance and expose the Art and better our very own poets, helping preserve our culture
andro fimo fimo….kuti natemwa uku ku nyenga…..while you recite that poem.
As old as you are muleichindika ala
touching poems esp the first one.
@13,bank a moon
juvenile… you probably think a date is putting Vaseline on your hand before masturbating. Grow up, and for the love of all things Holy, please try not to end up like the guy she is writing about.(The misogynistic signs are showing, son). sigh… Juvenile…
As for you Androphine… your material is alright, if a little worn. However, your delivery.. I would suggest it needs a little work. It is important to read your work out loud as poetry has a cadence, a rhythm, a beat. Be it staccato or something that slides languorously, your work should be a harmonious whole, the pace should match the message and the emotions you are trying to invoke/evoke in you, and thus the reader.
Read more poetry, write more poetry. Good luck.