For Singer Andrea

It's pity flowers don't bloom the same
Given the same environs- water, air, the sun
The life sparkle in them differ in greatly
Some bloom purple, red, chlorophyll
Others white, yellow, red rose, the sun
While many more whither before they bud
Their attraction vanishing like the shadow at dusk.
Why these non-flowering bushes unflowering?
Maybe they would flower brown, khaki, violet
Sandy grey, mauve or the eclipsing moon;
Though, then, many die before germination-
Immature like sin.
Was this the same with Singer Andrea?

For Singer Andrea

It's pity flowers don't bloom the same
Given the same environs- water, air, the sun
The life sparkle in them differ in greatly
Some bloom purple, red, chlorophyll
Others white, yellow, red rose, the sun
While many more whither before they bud
Their attraction vanishing like the shadow at dusk.
Why these non-flowering bushes unflowering?
Maybe they would flower brown, khaki, violet
Sandy grey, mauve or the eclipsing moon;
Though, then, many die before germination-
Immature like sin.
Was this the same with Singer Andrea?

The Seas The Usurpers

The seas the usurpers
Suckers of the best of mankind
Great thinkers plane crash in the red sea
The Baltic, Mediterranean, the Pacific.
Does there exist a magnet between water and intellectuals?
History can't unwish it know say it all,
At least big minds read it
For when you want to philosophise sink in a bathtub,
Does that then water correlates to intellects,
To devoid land of precious reciters of wit.

Solar Eclipse

The sun light swallowed
By the moon's shadow;
Aged men panicked
Chickens run helter skelter
At the sight of the cremated sun,
Many think the world has come to an end.
Did the sun eat itself
Like a hen that feeds on its eggs?
Or had it undergone under baptism-
Submerged into the waters of the heaven
Or was it its big blink-
That tries to justify that the sun
May be a giant living creature;
Sort of a dodo in the space?
The universal wonder-
Real yet undeclared.
The might of nature.

The Goodbye

Waving of the hand in a goodbye was not to be
Shawl's hand motion was stiff-
Acting as if it was in a slow motion.
The smile to broaden his cheeks were absent.
A thin mouth line was only seen when closest to.
He was parting. Where these the pains of leaving
While in self pity
or was he suffering from insomnia
Schizophrenia or hypersomia?
The face was pain printed like a refugee fleeing Somalia.
He couldn't be an abused child- he was grown up;
Otherwise he had traumas from the sight of Haitian earthquake
Viewed from his black and white TV Screen ,
Or hallowing floods in Brasilia,
More so murdered striking civil servants in Southern Africa.

Crying Over You

When streaks of worry
Furrow your human face
And print ogre veneering
Born of your abused rights
When tears colour your eyes
Born of fatal chronic disease
Threatening you-
I cry.

Rhapsody : St Andrews Mission Marange

We can not speak to outsider alone
Like we have not our own house
We pride in, that groomed us
From ignorance's thumpsucking.

From your tight confines
Rose the light that shall
Bloom , rise beyond the moon,
Trying to relocate where you lie.
To embrace you amid chants
Ignited by intellectual ripeness
Therein us lies.

We shall forever bow down to you
To eye the breasts we suckled from
And rinse our brains' underwears
In holy bathtubs therein you

We shall with the dawning millennium
Come home, show you what we reaped
Not hidden talents within caverns
But fruits of knowledge you mothered
The ten fold talents we yielded.

We can rise to foot the moon
Or telescope the sun and the stars,
But we shall forever bow down to you.
Acknowledging.

Shall you envision again
Those whose harness you hold
Let them shine into icons
Like meteorites,
Higher than Nyangani mountains.

Goodbye Dad

His face faded away with his trudge
Towards the road's last bend.
He would be gone in a moment
Perhaps parted from me for years,
Probably for the rest of my life.

His shadow lost clarity ,
He drifted away with anxious-hiding smiles;
I looked at him , my eyes moistened
Tears trickled down my cheeks.
He would be gone in a moment
Sadness seeped into me.

I gazed at him again and again
He quickened his pace on and on;
Shaking my hands in piteous gesture,
I waved him my last goodbye.

He returned where he was before,
The battlefield,
From which he had come with bruised knees'
A missing ear
Returned again without knowing
What the fighting was against.

"Goodbye dad,"
Waving weakened me, the pain stayed.

The Assassin

Big guns rumble,
Spitting fire
Turning veldts into cinders
Metamorphosing human flesh
Into ashes,
Dark nights into floodlights,
shrinking hearts into quarter sizes.

You are the big gun-
Your simplicity
Your smile
Your love
My love.

liberty

Govern this tree no more,
Let its flowers shine
Its leaves rustle
And burgeon into flamboyancy.

The boughs must lengthen
Strengthen
Its canopy widen,
Casting its shadow
Over the globe.

Divorced

Somewhere you are now
Like the wind I never saw, no-existent to me
Ephemeral or perpetual
Just a ghost of my past love.
Where you are
Shine like a Lilly
Tome non-recyclable ash
Of long burnt wood
Eternally dumped into a rejection truck.

Unwanted Matter

The beard that grew nasty
I shaved , shedding off
Parted me like it has never been mine,
Dumped into dust pit.
Mixed with rubbish and ash
This perpetual waste from me
I won't bother reclaim.

For years strutted over me tastelessly
Sucked the virginity of mine cells
And my boyhood vigilance.

We Shall Rise

Ashes of our yesterdays
Bygone days without education
But ignorance
Whitens our memories.
Cinders, remains, suffering
Of a neglected kinsmen
Without love nor care
Plaster our memories.

Who now are drunk
From wit and knowledge
Who now poeticise and philosophise
Holding reins of science and technology
Ready to journey compliant
Into the future yet unknown,

Where they shall rise
Like a whirling wind
And shine like a meteoric slide

Only For Lonely Hearts

I do not want to sing their songs
Sung with heightened jaunts
Underlined by drumbeat thuds.

I want to sing solemn verses-
The songs that lie deeper in my heart,
Unaccompanied by chanting choruses
No jingles, saxophones nor pianos
But a lone voice that echoes sky high
From under bushes of mushroom hills.

I sing the songs to lonely hearts
Who have the guts to hum along
With one voice that rises higher
Than Troutbeck mountains,
Then swirls up, up and up
Like the sound of an overblown trumpet.

Weep The Beloved People

Tangled identities-
Of a society dredged to its navel
By immorality,
That sucks values from human brains
Of once a moral people.

A mother gang raped as political reprisal
A brother homicides to inherit an estate
My sisters incested by uncles,
Indecisive cousins abort their sons.
This community now lost in lust
Lust for money, for power, for sex

A map has been drawn on a burning board,
This civilization is the map drawn-
That breeds in its people archaic norms.
A fire burns on society's private parts;
And nags the conscience of its citizens-

Lusting uncles, sisters , brothers, cousins
Are those who in the end commit suicide
As a libation of their own sins-
Weep you poets, weep righteous eyes
For now our people are sozzled of sin.

Materialistic Wish

You sleep alone in the night
Your heart deep in loneliness
When some ghosts haunt in the name of wishes;
Romanticising unachievable materiality,
That pushes you into moving wheels trauma
That will crush you into heartaches
That make you die young like a stillborn.

Rise

You are borne child
Borne male, female, hermaphrodite
Doesn't matter-
At least you aren't lichen, spider, lizard
Or the air that swirls all days.

Your eyes silver crystals
Piercing into the past then the future
Reality and illusions captured-
You are no longer a toddler
And it's not time to toddle and cry;

Be curious, quixotic as a monkey
Yet hold integrity of life,
Choose one from the arts of this world
You like music, dancing or painting
Drawing, sculpture or poetry?

You may choose to dream all nights if you can
Or smile all days if you so wish to, as an art
Take one , then rise high and higher
Into eternity of creation and enjoy poise greater than yoga.

Transmogrifier

What technology? What expertise awaits in the future?
What tonic if ever should exist and be harnessed in due course
To translate tears of pain into tears of joy, memories of hatred into remembrances of love,
Times of wars into peace moments
And that once dark age into a once civilised era?
To harness the past and recreating it into the future
To transmogrify heartaches from heartbreaks into dreams of Eden
And broken wishes into fulfilment,
The prowling skies into farmlands
All crippled citizens into the agile uncripples;
Harnessing the sorrows of kwashiorkored children
Into smiles and jubilation at the birthdays and ever after
Transforming the majority's minds into philosophers,
Poets , visionaries and never at all maniacs,
Could time be reset back into hidden times at earth's procreation,
Way before human suffering emerged-well before-
The interim period be captured in twilight, crystallized
And be cremated into a single drop
Maybe pain will disappear from the face of man.