Tuesday 29 May 2012

DIRGES & CHANTS.......


#Dedicated to all those I love, but have since passed on from this Earth...

The Dirges:

Weary days

Blurry eyes

Teary times

Heavy lace

I do a death dance

In my death mask I prance

On dead dreams and revolutions

Diadems and revolving dirges



Death glances over my shoulder

Boulders crash the running moss

No time to gather the lost

No clock to ring and chime

Water and wine

Blood and bone

Time now stands quiet and still

Sands of time,

Now dance to the coroner's will



The Chants:

Topsies and turvies!

Mortuaries and cold rooms!

Corpses and songs!

Unpaid,

Unfinished movies!

Life decisions!

Gravevines of mere confusion!

Intertwine death!

Intertwine life!

Death to the Dirge!

Death to the Dirge!



The Dirges:

But then they all leave me

All freeze me

Under the dry rain

Under the rainy desert

I remain weeping

Under the falling carpet,

I now remain alone...





By  Mbonisi P. Ncube ( Zimbabwe )





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Through My Face.....

in My face your eyes;
Shinning towards the sky all the time
My Glaring is a novel with thousands of chapters.
My hair is a forest of thoughts.
My eyes are decades of worry.
My lips are an open door.
My ears receive the howls of the wind.
My nose is a statue looking for lost spirit.
My body is too weak as Hercules was not,
My heart is arrested there searching for freedom.
My back is affected by the past as an ancient wall.
My hands are wings of bird have just escaped from a trap.
My feet are quickly driving me towards the future.
To nowhere I’m running without fixed level.
With this appearance could you understand me?

***

My face on the mirror;
I see a tidy man with sleepy sword.
Have a gaze at; it is so bright and deep.
Can you realize it?
What really goes on with this reflection?
Do not get disturbed;
Just give me that white pen.
I will write about your beauty.
I would show you some reality about this mood.
How mysterious am I?
Do not take me with you in this heat time,
Do not push me inside your dreams.
You will see such dusk.
Due to the night is so dark.
And I’m just a night bird.

***

My face on the stream;
Wet and dry, it is alternative all the time.
Do you like this race?
All this vitality…
Would travel away carelessly,
It is searching for oblivion.
Who has the key to save?
It is the destiny from the beginning and forever.
Not imagination but messy.
It causes some horror inside the core.
What is beyond the mountains?
The needles in the smooth path are confusing the soul.
But the soul is still running wild under lovely trees.
Trees are inside scary jungle.
Still there is a way in the land.
Though as for that events,
It is not systematized.
Hence, it causes the rebel.

By M’hamed Kanour Marrakesh   (Morocco)

Monday 28 May 2012

Blood, Tears and Pain.......


When you lie on life's back
And suddenly it dances back and forth swiftly
Dancing a terrible dance
Like trees as tornadoes sweep through them mercilessly

When life tosses you into a bottomless
Pit of hopelessness and severe darkness
As pain breathes fire into your scars,
Untouchable scars hurt the most

When life gives you no break like a victim of gang-rape
Who society blames for wearing her mini-skirt

When life squeezes you under its thorny feet just when recovery from a previous punch was an inch away

When life takes you through electric-chair execution for doing right interpreted otherwise before its jealous eyes

Remind yourself, you're not alone
Remind yourself, this too shall come to pass

Wipe your tears!

 By Sechaba 'Lyrical Bacteria'  Keketsi 2012 ( Lesotho )







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Thursday 24 May 2012

When your lips met mine...

As the sun closed it's own eyes..
Star's dragg'd their own feet.. To shine bright..

 Caught up in that moment.. Of no description..
 Elements of perfection..
 Like she just set fire to the rain..
As her lips wrapp'd around mine.. Wound's heal'd no pain..

When my lips met yours..

Like a lightning struck earth.. So hard not to notice..
Communication through lips.. What we produce..

When your lips met mine..

 Felt like home.. As it's where I belong..
 Soft.. Juicy .. Glossy ..pinkish lips.. As I recall..
 Lost in that moment.. Where I see only you..
 As I wish our conversation was a kiss..

when my lips met yours..

so much to tell..
yet with no words spoken..
thou.. it's a clear conversation..
I knw you get my point..
 as i can not stop now.. 'm proceeding through..

When your lips met mine..

They shift'd clouds..
 Something you have never seen..
When heaven & earth collide..
We formed US..
 As we rearranged the alphabets..
 We placed U & I closer together..

When my lips met yours..

"imagine"
Blue lights in the basement..
 I should have kiSs'd you..
PLAYING..
 In the background..

When your's met mine..

Was like we slept under the stars..
As I watch'd tha sunRISE..
in your own eyes..

 That moment.. When that evening..
Closed it's own eyes..
Stars dragg'd their own feet..
To shine bright..

When your lips met mine..

By Sandile 'Le_POET ' Hokwana   ( South Africa )

Tuesday 22 May 2012

Echoes From My Dreams.......

I speak, verbatim, from conversations in my dreams,
I speak!... And let the faint hearted rejoice to the resounding of trumpets decoding the unraveling of feet that deemed,
The heavens, worthy of a place to see, because these soles mark your deeds,
Away from the presence of fiends

But its like finding your escapism in psychedelic feudalism
Fettered and caged in our minds, where they speak in numbers and symbolism
What is the cradle of creed and realism? As the t.v entertains false exorcisms
It's no wonder I hear these echoes from my dreams,
Dry throats mark the season for fornication orgasms
And surgery is just titivated plastic on an empty face, that bends the truth from fake smiles and spasms

YOUR(God) portrait is defaced and distorted as my heart witnesses a spirit in disarray
Distraught, I ponder if I could dissect her mental vision, as my mind re-collects the gruesome details of yesterday
My iconoclastic eye saw her beauty dissipate, as her private parts were relabeled 'Piece of Cake'...
With her new face she wanted to face the world, far from her train of thought was the embrace that would erase her

Now that to her the Word of God had become indecipherable, as her thoughts became congested
Obliterated identity, cause after her death, to the world she never existed...

By Vuyisile Koahela " Thelonious Monk"    ( South Africa )

These Words....

Be bold,unfold the stories untold.write wordz that makes many shiver & cold...

I wanna write wordz..
i wanna write wordz that defines my intergrity.wordz tht goes along with the remedy of sensitivity.I wanna write wordz that are not of conspiracy,but wordz that'll make people recall that these wordz were written by me Sympathy.actually,I wanna write that'll charm your eardrumz magnificently.

I wanna write wordz that goes through the airwaves straight to your essence;kinda like penetrates through mendula 'till your last thoght hardens.I wnna write wordz that'll produce the fruits of 'wow's' & 'shesesss' through the lips of tha audience;millions of populations exclaimin "this dude is brilliant!"..Wordz that heals the sick,wordz that strengthens the weak.Wordz that are so extraordinair to make you persevere;that are regarded as souvenires everywhere...

Surely,I wanna write wordz 'coz wordz are what I wanna write.but before I can write wordz I have to have wordz to write..right?! I guess I wanna write wordz that'll kidnap your mind in order to get a ransom of attention;wordz of debation.wordz that are parallel to death..that are inevitable,undodgeable & yep,untouchable..

But hey,I cannot write these wordz.
You know why?!

That's 'coz my pen ran out of ink!


By Simphiwe Nkabiti   ( South Africa..)




Words.......



The intention is vivid,this pen isn't a migit,nor is the hand the gimmick,ink the limit,words are the beginning,they contain power beyond thoughts,holding their melodious cords,so they led I to unravel these words with intense feeling.

I wanna write words that bleed hope,
I wanna write words that deepens when exposed,
I wanna write words that heals when thought,
I wanna write words that silently comforts,
I wanna write words that defines words,
I wanna write words that pays respect to legends,words that humble fellow men,
I wanna write words that stamps my life,words timeless that time feels time tested,words that leave evil comforted,words lovers whisper in darkness.

I wanna write words that expose intentions,disecting deception,slaughtering misconceptions,words so light like butterflies,yet words that erupt with time.

I wanna write words that soldiers soldier on with,words so that only roses could buy,I mean words that leave fathers proud,words that leave mothers kind.

Clearly I wanna write words that leave poor men wealthy,
That coins them with dreams,
That warms their visions,words that shelters their righteous missions,
I wanna write words that leave pages exposed,poets aroused and writers amused.
I wanna write words that lads can announce.
You see I wanna write words that leave Gods tempted to write,
I wanna write words that leave you saying WOOORD,
I wanna write words that resurrects Steve Bikos words,
I wanna write words that leave churches singing Amen,that's the word,
I wanna write,simply
I wanna write words that leave a mark even at night,
Shape shifting minds of doubts,those with firm ears astounded,
I wanna write words that speaks even in dreams,
I really wanna write,
I wanna write words that
shocks earthquakes,when tsunamis invade,shacks fade,human life in pain and earth pray for safety.
I wanna write words that resurrects visions,
that lights through tunnels,
I wanna write words that leave stars uttering God dammit,I wanna write words that compel you to scream bliksem

By Napo Mokoena   ( South Africa )


Stolen Waters...

Kiss my lips
 And let me inside
While we are yet clothed
In the safety
Of this darkened place,
For light comes soon.

Speak only muted whispers
For these walls
Have ears
That hear thoughts unspoken.
And eyes that see
Deeds undone.

I can not
Unclothe my affection
Before the eyes of the world
For the pleasure
Of this romance
Lies in the secret of it.

So we shall
Unveil not this love
For just as the sages say,
Stolen water
Taste sweeter than wine
Offered by a King.

By Kukogho Iruesiri Samson ( Nigeria )


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Mojisola.....

if brightness the sun should ever lack
and all the stars we see turn black
even if the moon refuses to shine
and two o'clock is as dark as nine
i will never budge from your side
you alone gives me warmth on my inside
I'll rather have your glittering eyes
than all the host of stars in the skies



if one day we have rain as red as blood
and all our seas are turned to blood
even if fire falls from this very sky
and all are killed that roam and fly
I'll still cling to the hem of your skirts
because you alone can quench my thirsts
I'll rather stay in your homely bosom
than on a bed or roses in blossom



if one day the green grasses turn brown
and no green patch be found in town
even if the fishes in the rivers all drown
and the birds ply the sky all crash down
I'll still seek your lips so full of life
because you alone are the love of my life
for your sake I'll walk through the fire
and until you're mine I'll never tire

if right now dogs begin to crow
and before me stands a barking cow
even if chickens should grow teeth
and snakes be seen to walk on feet
I'll just make tight my embrace
while i savor the beauty of your face
for i cherish the touch of your fingers
and its tinge of pleasure which lingers

come close to me, don't be in a haste
let me put my arms around your waist
come, let me eat of your sugared lips
and feel the smoothness of your hips
whisper into my ever listening ears
words which will stem my mounting fears
for today will the sun shine bright
and the moon and stars bring forth light

 By Kukogho Iruesiri Samson  ( Nigeria )

Friday 18 May 2012

To all mothers

To all mothers who have always
been there.
Through thick and thin, dark or
blue.
Bearers of peace, love and care.
The world is what it is, because of
you.

To all mothers who disappeared
from the eyes of the earth.
On behalf of your children, i
acknowledge your worth,
Even though before our presence,
you were stolen by death.
Thank you so much, for you
managed to give birth.

To all mothers who lost their
children.
You cried tears that fell on the
ground and never dried.
The loss of your child was for a
spiritual reason.
They were destined to serve the
heavens, they never died.

To all mothers that dumped their
babies.
Hoping that some how they'll be
saved, to a better path to destiny.
Know that your sons and
daughters are okay, they are now
gentlemen and sweet ladies.
One day you'll meet, one day you'll
smile for you'll be together for
eternity.

To all African mothers of the soil.
Who faught for the struggle.
Through difficulties, pain and
turmoil,
know that it didn't end there, for
the struggle continues, thank you.

To my mother, my star, my queen.
My guidence, my mentor, my life,
my everything.
Thank you, for you have always
been,
There for me through anything.

You gave me love and care,
Things that i value most.
You are strong, tough and fair,
and here's a toast.

By Makeleni Vuyani Meshack.    ( South Africa)

*art work by Chidi okoye 

Tuesday 15 May 2012

The script was written....



The script was written on a pelt
To tilt me to one side over the belt
Like a cult figure i felt
As if my tale had already
been written for,it read
''Rise above the storm
Like the wings of an eagle''

The script was written in the sky
Like an eagle i soar and fly
Tall over its limitations
As the wind beneath my wings
Blew away the imitations
Trying to halt my evolution
And leave it wedged
In a position of triviality
While i tried hard to deal
With its cogent reality

The script was written engraved
On a heart of a bird that raved
At my eloquent speech i craved
To possess its sharp curved
Beak as it purely paved
The way for me when it waved
With its wings to give light
In the path of my destiny

The script was written on walls
Of historic significance
Its poetic literacy read in halls
By conscious writers of substance
Reflecting words cascading like rainfalls
On books of consciousness that calls
For its authenticity to be heard and read

The script was written in the stars
Alongside the planets from mars
A poetic bird writing life
Sentences fitted with bars
Reciting vigorous poems
Heard by soldiers in wars
Carrying a message of hope
Assiduously eradicating
An injurious wind in their vicinity

The script was written by a bard
A poet laureate with an ace card
A poetically sick wordsmith
In the writers ward
Worthy of an undying award
The incessant powers of an eagle
Bird is his reward
For transmitting a valiant force
In the mind of a coward

The script was written, spoken
And heard as a special token
Of admiration for healing broken
Spirits, the beliefs have been woken
That my angelic words are reverberating
In a fiery heaven
After flying through a holy hell
That left me in a paranormal spell

The script was written by prophets
That even in Gods silent memory
Poetry and I shall remain together
High above the sky as the ether
The scripture of an Egyptian God
Blew a robust wind
Beneath my wings to keep me soaring
Above the surface of poetic prominence
I am an eagle bird of essence
A bard, a pharaoh, with a tongue
Speaking poetry depicting a pyramid
Written with words that says...
''Rise above the storm
Like the wings of an eagle'' 



By Mokhethi  J. Moeketsi   "N 'Script the Word" ( South Africa )




pic  "joyful star' source http://www.chidi.com/african-art.htm





Revolutionary writers....



It has been reverberated
By our generation that generated
The message often underrated
Within the revolutionary movement
We are revolutionary writers
Bringing enlightenment
With an element of excitement
We need not our revolution
To be televised and exposed
Read and write what is not advertised

We are revolutionary writers
We are soldiers of the light
We art what is only right
We speak from the heart
Authenticity is our art
We paint pictures of life
Only visualized in the streets

We are revolutionary writers
We are inspiration in its purest
Rawest form we speak to inform
We wear our hearts as a uniform
Portraying our school of thought
We penetrate time with a rhyme
Effortlessly Engraved on a dime
Worth more than just a penny

We are revolutionary writers
We go to war like warriors
Using pen as a weapon
Of mass distraction
We reflect self-consciousness
On broken mirrors
Inspired by the creative madness
Artistically comprehended
By the greatness
Of the mentally retarded
Who live in the streets
Of life
And fight for survival
With a knife
That marked our territory
Preserved our history
And told the story
Of our revolution with
The blood engraved on the soil
That has the same colour as our skin
  
We are revolutionary writers
Who speak like freedom fighters
With a tight fist in the air
Singing struggle songs with flair
We dwell in the underground
Where real soldiers are found
Where hungry minds are feed
With our poetic food of thought
Where brainwashed minds
Are declared dead
Where the thirsty acknowledge
Our Godly knowledge of life
That is as evergreen as the sedge
Found near the living water


We are revolutionary writers
We are not obsessively addicted
To the drug of recognition
That many fall prey to
We are the key the revolution
Is the ignition
We are the innovators
Of the age of realization
That gave the revolution
The mandate to change
The constitution of the nation
We are the freedom writers
That belongs to an institution
Which speaks for the voiceless
And assiduously gives inspiration
To those who are victims
Of the mental oppression

We are revolutionary writers
Disciples of mental freedom
Prophets of wisdom
Apostles of a poetic kingdom
Poets in search of colossal
Things than stardom
We are revolutionary writers
We use our sharp words
As weapons to cut through
The struggle and survive
The physical and mental abuse

We are the revolutionary writers

 By Mokhethi J. Moeketsi  " N'Script the Word "    (South Africa)

*art pic by Chidi Okoye source http://www.alibaba.com/product-free/106206393/Modern_Art_and_Contemporary_African_Art.html





   

Friday 11 May 2012

Relations....

This poem is dedicated to the "women" in my life


It all began when i found Grace,

she turned my life around when i was in a bad space,

I thought she was all i needed to survive,

til' the day it dawned on me that i needed to thrive,

It was at the point that i fell for Desire,

she was a wild child, my resident adrenalin supplier,

Had me doing things i thought i'd never do,

guess i kinda bit off a little more than i could chew,

Not long after, i started chasing after Destiny,

she taught me that my future can't be decided by fate, my tomorrow rests with me,

she also said she loved me, but she was scared,

scared for me cause she felt that for her a girl like her, i wasn't emotionally prepared,

So i fell back a little and Patience came along,

a real tease, played hard to get, but encouraged me to be head-strong,

So while i waited on her, i got me some Melody,

she had a way with words, hit the right chords, was always there when i needed therapy,

She made a big mistake & introduced me to her cousin, Prudence,

she came & tamed me like Senior High School prefects do 8th grade students,

We took things real slow from start,

but my spontaneous nature soon drove us apart,

then just last week,i hit it off with Memory who reminded me,

of all the obvious things i was too blind to see,

All this interaction was orchestrated to help me find myself,

so i took a knee & thanked the Almighty for thy help,

So now im monogomous, and in my mind, a vision continues to linger,

that day when i put a ring on Destiny's finger

By Panashe C Madziva ( Zimbabwe )


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Monday 7 May 2012

Moment.....


There is that moment in our lives
One we cannot see with our nude eyes
A moment in carriage of great impact than we realize
It springs on you with immediate surprise

Leaping from the barriers or our existence
For its cause knows no resistance
The life span of it only to travel a short distance

That moment in alteration of everything
Though its indifference differs from each and every human being
Two people on both ends closer it could bring
And for those who taste the bitterness of its sting
Good or bad we’ve all been exposed to its thrill

In great modification of the way you think
How you connect two dots comprehend their link
That moment when you decide you won’t let life let you sink
That moment you promise to quit after the last drink
That moment you finally figure out things start from A to Zink

That moment you know you did something wrong
In that moment you know you have to be strong

You thought your lives would be better off apart
It’s in that moment you know they have all your heart

Rooted in hopes that things will get better
Attempting to put the pieces of the puzzle back together

It’s in that moment you know your life has to change
Letting go of past pains and stationary rage
That moment you set your soul free from the cage

After that moment things will never be the same
Only memories of ghost happenings remain
That moment new beginnings suddenly fame
It’s in that moment your world is reborn with a new name.

By ...L...  ( South africa )


artwork by chidi okoye..http://www.alibaba.com/product-free/106206407/Modern_Art_and_Contemporary_African_Art.html

CIVILIZED.....



pic source www.metropolism.com/reviews/politics-on-display

Civil lies,
The truth they trivialize.
The truth?
In a booth we live our lives:
Trapped in fear;
Wondering on in oblivion;
Deprived confidence we self hate.
FREEDOM!
Is a state of mind
Destabilize by starvation,
Respect all, integrate
But never compromise the dark nation.

Civil lies is lies
Meant to deceive civilians,
Israelis seize lives
From wo-man to seeds of Palestinians;
And we're taught to chase passions:
Beast based patterns;
Taught we liberated
Deprived of the truth
And democracy's no majority rule;
It's a demon that's crazy
And majority it fools,
Were majority just rules
On which fool will oppress them
Now with stones they stand
Against police click
Guns clap!
The crowd split,
Demanding the delivery of services.
And in this devastating conditions
That leaves us de-humanize
We're told to BEHAVE
In a manner that's civilized

But we see their lies
In their greedy eyes
And we will burn and loot
Until we overturn the system

Cause civil lies
The truth they trivialize.
The truth?
Our woman are hooked
On medea lies

Gender equated
And then
Degraded, striped naked
For the pleasure of man.
These music videos
Are strip shows;
Behind trophies with cute smiles
They're manican who strike pose.
It's funny when sex slaves
Claim freedom:
Shackled in shame
Confined in televised brothels,
Reduced to mere sex objects
Forgot they
Mothered the kings of mortals.

And the arch deceiver (devil)
Deceived them
So they think they're civilized
But the truth is too good to be lies.
The truth?
To abuse a woman
Is to destroy a nation.
Man's first lesson
Is on the mother's lap
And that is
Civilized.

By Neo Thipe and Pat Phore "The Bandung Conference" South Africa.
http://www.myspace.com/thebandungconference

Wednesday 2 May 2012

Mistress...


He enticed me with his fat wallet
eight carat diamond ring
told me sweet pernicious words with his vernomous toungue
like a serpent fooled me with fake promises
about buying me a car
taking me overseas to places i have never been
to the Carribean and the Zanzibar.
I gave up my womanhood to quench his sexual appetite ,
his daily food
look at me all worn out am now damaged for good.

He told me i was his alpha and omega
told me in this life and the next we will always be together
Overnight i agreed to be his mistress
made him forget his stupid wife,i saved him ,this duke in distress
tied him with my apron,he lived beneath my dress
my prerogative his carnal desire to adress
but look at me now my life is in a mess.

He told me I was in control
seranaded me with sweet nothings
like a fool i happily played to the sweet tune of his drum beating
forgot about his short comings
but look at me now i sit at deaths' door with all my belongings

They tried to tell me but Oh no! I wouldnt listen.
With a pervese attitude of a donkey I knew it all
my virginity,my youth he yearned for,
allowed myself to be misled
my neatly woven future,fabric of my life i frayed.
Too late i realised all who warned me cared.

Forgive me God ,you I have betrayed
allowed myself to be used by the devil I have strayed.
My adultrous life i trivialised
this sinful life I have realised.
overnight you I forgot
took pride in my ways
now i have become that township harlot
and the disease has numbered my days

I stand before you full of too much shame
man of cloth,married man have i not bedded in this my game,
at its seams i have torn this quilt,this fabric of Holy Matrimony.
I accept the guilt full of remorce
I the root cause of most of their divorce.
Thus i come before You in repentance
although am a sinner
I call upon your grace
me Your child please embrace
grant me penance.

By Chris Chakwana ( Zimbabwe )

Forbidden......

pic sourcehttp://fineartamerica.com 
As young as I am and as old as you are
You ignite my sexual senses
You make me go weak at the knees

I imagine your sweet sinful kiss
Your arms around my waist
Your beautiful hands caressing my body

Your wise, enchanting eyes looking into mine
As if you are undressing my soul
I know it is not my heart you're after
But rather an experience with me in your bed

I admire your truthful intentions
Then your hands strip the clothes protecting my body
Your fingers dipped in my source of pleasures
Replicated movements inside me, causing deep moans

By Nkateko Mhlongo ( South Africa )