The seed....

When I glance at your face the moon rises
In my chest leaving me almost breathless
The feeling is a priceless like you the exquisite
Chocolate-brown pearl with glitters of gold

The magic of shooting stars in your eyes
Paves a translucent path to your soul
Kisses of bliss from your sweet soft lips
Uncage infinite butterflies in my belly
I can barely comprehend this beauty

Heavens gave birth to you on this earth
I see angelic elegance embodied in you
Your smile sends my train of thought
Above the clouds where we cuddle
In the elastic arms of the moon

Rainbow clothed, embraced by warm hands
Of the Sun, blissfully teeming with excitement
This moment is serene and filled with utmost
Reverence like Angels bowing at God's feet

To have my ears massaged by the wind
With words immaculately fused with melodies
Of humming birds telling me to nourish
This seed of love in you.I love you

By Mpoba Monyeke  (Lesotho)

first published 2012 0n the blog  www.sechabalb.wordpress.com

photo credits:"love story" by  Bob Gosani (South Africa)

Memories

My poem to you.
And things got worse
I wished to love
she wished to be free
and so lies were said
trust was lost
friendships crumbled
all that she built she destroyed
frankly, no one cared
but deep in me
i still did
so when all these were bound by time
frozen, never to be thwarted
memories lingered
memories of what might have  been
that never became.
Of broken dreams,
of love lost
these memories
those moments
those flashbacks
still haunt me.


By Pardon Gwara ( Zimbabwe )










photo source.  www.percytours.com

Smiling again....

I keep seeing distorted pictures of my past
I look away and pretend not to see
Nevertheless the mirror facing me shows me these pictures anyway
So I look subconsciously.

Your love reminds me that I can replace these pictures
As these are not the only pictures I have,
I have other pictures from my past
The ones from my innocence where it all began
I smile as I consciously look at these pictures of my innocent past and
Realize that my innocence knows no pride!

My innocence knows that;
Fear is harmless,
It’s ok to try and try again,
When in pain-I will be comforted to feel like smiling again!
My innocence knows not how to; hold grudges, envy nor resent,
As the Child in me knows how to ask for what she wants,
‘Cos her loving Dad will give her whatever she wants,
‘Cos He loves her too much and she is spoiled.
The Child in me knows that even if He doesn’t give me what I want
at times-- I can always throw tantrums and sometimes-- I can get my way and
other times-- I cannot get my way and those times-- I can cry and pretend to be sad,' Cos of knowing that He loves me too much,
that He can quickly find something else to give me nicer than the one I asked for,
for He always wants to make me to feel like smiling again!

ByTshepi Nhlapho   (Botswana ) 

pic "innocence"  by Annick Laita from south Africa

Queen of Spades

When the church bells toll,
I dream I'll tap my feet,
So no one hears the howl
Germinating from my
heartbeat,
I'll await our kiss of unity,
At the end of the aisle,
I'd have waited an eternity,
But it will be worthwhile
We'll count the stars
together-
All the hairs on our heads,
In you my children have a mother,
And I- a queen of spades


By Isunge Mwangase  ( Zambia )
pic source www.speroforum.com

First Rains....

Last night the first rains fells 

Last night, God's grace I felt 

The manifestation of a new hope 

Along with the promise of a fruitful season. 

I watched as the first rains fell last night 

I watched in the dark as the dry earth cried tears 

Beautiful tears, that brought back life, 

As each droplet fell from the open sky 

As each droplet of faith percolated into the ground... 

Last night I watched as the first rains fell.

By Ernest Mackina     ( Zimbabwe )

first published on  http://www.mackinaernest54.blogspot.com/ 

Bitter love......

She whispered to the silent night
the beast that swallowed her day
left her no light, but a violent fright
an unpleasant sight
it would be
she thought
how useless her plight
would be
she fought, plenty
with all her might

an ocean she cried
to caution, she tried
her notions he fried

she is now, in fear of da dark
she frowns with each dog's bark

once she was,,, full of life
once she was fooled by lies
once she thought jewels were nice
it was milleniums ago
now jewels bruise her eyes

as pitch as the Arabian nights was her room
once upon a time, before her soul was overwhelmed by doom
she would navigate the waters of time with her groom
and he would plough seeds in her heart, suck out pollen so she can blossom into a sexy wild flower and then into passionate rose she would bloom
but with chlorophyll removed from her nucleus, those colours radiates no more hope, but gloom

how bitter-sweet that her pillow is playin her tunes like a violin, while she sings her grief away in a camourflaged rage
once her life story read like one of those "women and success" magazine, arousing interest of magnitude to the reader's eye with every page
all she has hanging on the walls of her tattered soul, are broken dreams, and an intense longing to have what she calls "just flesh and bones", packed, locked in solitary, something like a cage

is she mad that the after life is what she craves
she wondered
that she sought means to life beyond the graves
she pondered

into her beauty which, is evident fades away
she was,,, in her days,, a cuty-cuty-chicken, with a tail to sway
all she wish for now is to lend a boat, jump into sea,,,,, and then sail away

to a place where only broken souls go
its a place where they say fallen souls go

typical her
investing in a company which she had taken its projections at face-value
physical her
depending on a company which had taken her weakness into a play-venue

play venue
and play venue she was, to this actor
who played all kinds of scenes on her, amazing race, friends like this,
and fear factor
she was an enthusiastic student, and he was a mean lecture
so its his turn to learn the hard way, that knowledge he would sadly obtain in this letter

so she thought, and deeply so,,
to take a smoke before she embarks on a quest
as she thought, deeply so,,
while tying her neck with a rope,
kicked the chair,,,,,,,, and then,,,,
choked to death...

 By Pheello Michael Rasello  *Tcap Rasello*   ( South Africa )

Object of my affection...

On my window,bewildered,concerned

burning inside like the fiery furnace of Nebuchadnezzar.

Wondering in mind,wandering in my world,

weary about your rendezvous,

sweet consignment to your floozy,

while I'm here all alone,

alone in my loneliness,alone in miserable serenity,

I fear this might be for infinity,

being a miser scoops away my dignity...

Why and why,

object of my affection,

the treasure no pirate could ever find,

gold and diamonds of my place of love,

why have you thus retreated,

fled into her sultry and luring sheets,

cajoled into her legs that spread so widely,

but refuse to spread the gospel of morality.

Have my looks faded away that much,

like the sands of the Namib that wilt and wither,

the leaves that die into the oblivious hands off the summer dry spells,

have I lost all the looks you admired in my prime,

the looks that rose more than your temperatures when we touched,

the looks that sealed your deals in the extravagant spots,

with your business adversaries and folk,

the looks that gave you the envied spot on  the coveted luckiest husband on Earth,

the looks that made you...

Object of my affection,

I ponder these thoughts that have deprived me of good health,

essential well being,

well enough to battle other trivial matters of being alive.

I give respect to the less dignified of my kind,

ambitious in taking what does not belong to them,

with perky breasts,plump dairy bosoms,

vibrant cheap lipstick that cries take me home to your marital bed.

I respect them for daring,

doing the nasty,making it seem like child-play,

I in my extreme opposite of sobriety,

could never attempt doing such...

Wherever you may be,object off my affection,

back in one piece,or in tatters,

you will find me in our bed,

waiting though wailing,

with my band on because,

I vowed to be your better half,

till time stands still,

or death us willingly do part...

By Alex Nyasha Dube  ( Zimbabwe )