Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Martha Kondwe ,Milan Sichinga and Mwape Mumba

As we continue to promote Poetry in Zambia ; here are this weeks poems ,enjoy.

MOONSHINE (GODDESS) by Mwape Mumba

The Moon about it there’s a lot of revelation.

Journeying to its destination

Its dominion: all things lose their ugliness under its light luminously cast on them…

Likening a being to that heavenly body

Is likening the being to having heavenly origins

Shines with beauty that cannot compare

That you’d never want to cast your gaze away just stare

Its cool warmth so alluring with much authority

Yet with an aura of care and love oozing in her mostly

As designed by nature moving across the sky with admirable grace

As though to subtly let the world know of not only its beauty but also its outstanding craftsmanship… rightfully in place

When she moves she carries herself with authority, self respect and a whole lot of esteem

She: so contagious as her presence overwhelmingly is lovely from within

Moves with admirable grace in every step she takes

Beauty carefully crafted

Unable to shift gaze once set on her.

Her voice uttered is like nothing no matter can articulate

Only unique to her mesmerizing never pressurizing.

Soft and tender is the composition of her soul

A single dose of her and you’d forever want more…

Its a pity words can never fully all in all express the heart and soul!!

WHAT THEY THINK OF YOU..

by Milan Sichinga

Life is a mythical hole that isn’t at all simple,

It’s a puzzle that reflects different meaning to animals and people,

To the animals it’s all about the hunt,

Be caught behind or find a way to stay in front,

With people the rules slightly differ,

The challenges and threats make the meaning deeper,

Of course we want to get ahead,

And poverty and failure we all dread,

But we have the liberty to give up and still be happy,

We can hang on to love even when it’s crappy,

We can sit and no fatal predator will make us its prey,

Of course I mean that in the literal way-

Because both animals and people may be eaten,

It’s just our fates in the universe that are differently written,

For instance man and woman,

Both evidently human,

But obviously nothing alike

I’m yet to find a similarity I like,

We may share a rib but we don’t much care for each other,

Just look at the number of movements fighting one another,

In the middle of that is gender,

Centred around luxury and paper,

It’s funny it grows silent when asked to toil,

One by one the leaders bury their heads in the soil.

Now the whole term is confused,

And the numbers keep growing of those who are abused.

We read of a woman and frown but laugh when it’s a man,

To get away with raping me lady I can see now that was your plan,

Ridiculous, like the 90 days of that politician

Before I believe such rhetoric I’d rather see a mortician,

Why are we so gullible to accept everything they tell us?

Why do we close our minds and let them enslave us?

With doctrine that is dented like a face with chicken pox

Open your minds and think outside that box,

Before making a decision, weigh the pros and cons,

Also be weary of what you say on Facebook and on those phones

I can assure you they are watching, they are listening,

They’ve wanted to control me since the day of my christening,

I think for myself so I rebuke their control,

Do you know that a fool is what they take you for?

(My Intellect’s Loud And Noisy-MILAN)

A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN

by Martha Kondwe

A choclate fountain

a fountain i never want to run dry

when his lips touch mine

i feel like i can touch the sky

if only for the moment

sending me to a dreamy place

half dreamy

then awake

and half magical

his breathe

on the nape of my neck

a sensitive spot

the warmth of his body

lying next to me

its like a luxury

a ride i remember

even in my most darkest slumber

i remember

skin

bare

sweat

dripping

breathing

heavy

moaning

only in his ear

pure pleasure

heart pounding

physical insanity

which leads to the ending

the ending of all endings

spontaneous combustion

this is a good day

By Kapa187