illusion

let me see beneath your cosmetic,
borrow me your agelines I want to draw emotions on the air
let every stroke tell of my lust and longing.

Let me see behind you mirror, 
am I the fairest of them all, why is my shadow missing,
are we playing spot the difference? 
run along and catch the stalker.

Let me see beneath my imposter
potraying me wrong like a blurry picture 
Iam not me, just pretending to preserve your smile.

Let me see beneath your underwear,
after that I will dicth you like a hot potato,
then I will show you my true colours, but you are a girl you are colour blind.
So you will go to the next guy
and he will break another button of your blouse

By Abel Dube (Zimbabwe)

Picture credits: www.google.com

Forget me not...

Forget me not

For the times we have spent together

The times we spent apart yet willed to be together

The times we have been together yet willed to be apart

The times we have been together and felt together

Remember me always

Forget me not

For the laughter we shared

The laughter we shared unsure if we were laughing at the same things

The laughter we shared and wished we’d laugh that way again

The laughter that brought us closer together

Remember me always

Forget me not

For the tears we shed together

The tears of joy and sorrow

The tears that made us unravel the inner beings in us

The tears that separated and brought us together

Remember me always

Forget me not

For the kisses we shared

The kisses that made us dread and yet want to see each other again

The kisses whose meanings we sought in the depths of our hearts

The kisses that we always will cherish

Remember me always

By Vimbai Beritah Chinembiri (Zimbabwe)

Picture credits; Hotel Rwanda-The movie

A VALENTINE'S WISH

He says,
She say she's every woman and more 
Worth a dozen roses but is she the woman for me
Baby I hold you close,
I take an oath
Honey drip on your lip
Till you feel like heaven coming
Though I haven't seen you lately,
Only broken voices on your phone when I call
Baby, I miss you greatly

She says: 
He tastes of the mysteries of manliness
His promise of heaven hard to ignore
The hunger in his deep dark brown eyes
The heat of him as he embraces me
Clouding my every instinct
Could he be true?
His oath so sweet
So amazing yet unbearable
But don’t let me go
Kiss me forever
Hold me till I’m breathless

He says:
Girl be my every fantasy, my very own woman clothed in robes
My very own woman clothed in a scent of rose
Your robes fall to the floor
I'll count up to 10, and then 11, but on that 12th rose
On that 12th I close my eyelids
See your every curve, feel your heartbeat juxtapose
On that 12th rose, I imagine you close

She says:
Be my knight riding in to my rescue
Be my Hercules
Hard Solid Steady
Rock me back and forth
Drink of my sweetness
Gorge yourself full of my delicate being

He says:
But is only but an imagination
Vivid deliberations, blue print to my avid infatuation
And as nights oppose
And the day draws close
My Valentine's wish
Is to have you close

By Peter Zoe and Bridget Oree (Zimbabwe)

photocredits: www.google.com/blackpassion

True story

If you were me where would you go,
What would you do,
who would you tell?

If you were me and you loved you like i do,
would you send me your picture?
Or you would wait for me in the rain
soaking and breathing
living for me, just to see me one more time?

If you were me would you see you when you look at the mirror?
Would dance for me,
would you make funny faces to make smile,
would it hurt you to leave me?

If you were me
would you lend me your life to relieve me of the pains you afflict on me?
Would you contract my share of deseases in this lifetime?
Would you serve my sentence in hell?

If you were me and i were you
if it was up to you
would trade my love for a beanie
because all i have is this woolen hat
but i miss you 

By Abel Dube (Zimbabwe)

Photo credits: pixelsandpaperchallengeblog.blogspot.com

BABY YOU LIED...

I married you

Because of your lies

Not because you lied on me

I thought I'd change you

You promised

You'd take me to the sky

You don't have a plane

Or if you had any

You'd have given it for a bottle of wine

You showed me a car

It was not yours

So when your took it back

You said it was stolen

Do you have the watch

Which you had the first day

Or was it

With its money

That we had a drink

I love you

I have you

But what I may not hide

Is what I know

Baby you lied.

By  Dan Walubengo‎ (Kenya)

Photo credits: www.bongocelebrity.com

His heart beat....

The fire in his eyes seared through me,

a smouldering heat that burned through every premise of my being.

He cradled my face in his warm soft hands

brought me close and gave me a taste of heaven.

His lips tasted of honey, of morning dew.

He tasted earthy he tasted of the mysteries of manliness.

He brought me even closer, he felt hard solid like immovable he felt warm he felt like home.

He then whispered the most amazing things to me things I had waited my whole life to hear. 

“you're beautiful” he said, “you're a creature so magnificent so endearing so captivating so very breath taking that I’m lost for words at times if not always”.

He spoke of a light in me,

He spoke of a calmness in me,

He spoke of a kindness a gentle meekness a love he said that shone so bright and so profound that he couldn’t help but be drawn to me.

My spirit soared my soul exploded into a million pieces my mind sent into a tailspin, my body alive. This creature, this amazing wonderful being in awe of me?

Could it be that the inner most exuberant parts of me had finally shone through?

Could this creature of wonder have finally stumbled onto the greatness that was and is me?

As I lay next to him, his heart beating strong his breathe steady I knew, I knew ! then I had found my purpose.

I knew then that destiny had come calling,

I knew then that my life's intention would be to love him, to hold him dear eternally.

By Bridget Oree (Zimbabwe)

Photo credits: www.google.com

SRB...

There are fellows with a strong rural background

The rustics or country bumpkins

Who are backward and awkward

When brought to foreign land

Within sight of bright illuminating agents

Which fascinate the eye in the night sky

But wait till its morning

When they are more at home

Till they turn the tap in a clockwise motion

Or the distance covered by merely seating how easy life can be

Return the favour thy urban dweller

Seek the bus back home

After countless trial and error navigational mishaps

The homestead appears in the horizon

Thorn greet friendly when disturbed

Man’s best friend makes a nuisance of your presence

A flat battery brings your musical soliloquy to a halt

You appreciate how dark the night is

And how dark the light is

More so the appearance of the moon

Never mind stealing being accepted for once

As it steals light from the sun

Candle light not enough for your liking

As your life burns in the same way

By Kelvin Mpofu ( Zimbabwe)

Photo credits: www.google.com