The Live BitterSweet Poetry Show, Venue: Mulungushi Conference Center.
Charges: K20,000 a pair and K30,000 an individual.
Time: 19:00hrs-21:00hrs. Its ART in its rawness!!
As we continue to promote Poetry in Zambia ; here are this weeks poems ,enjoy.
HALO RELOADED: (MOTHER’S DAY) by Luka Mwango
Guys try to find angels on the street,
So that affection they can meet,
Oblivious to the halo that floats in the kitchen,
Cooking meals with the spices of love,
A gift from up above,
Apologies to all my Exes I called heavenly—I lied,
Don’t act surprised, It was only stolen kisses under naked scarlet skies,
It was only fiery hugs in cold wintry malls,
It was only poetically-laced sentiments during goodbyes,
But when the season of love was gone, so where you,
Leaving me with heartaches flu,
But she was different, carried me in her womb,
Anguish when in labor, but the experience she did savor,
Because her smile was sunshine, she was different,
Always believed in me without much reason,
I was an inarticulate, fat kid with an IQ of a goldfish,
Yet, she saw me as a treasure beyond her wildest wish,
A raw-cut stone on its way to be a diamond,
Like T.B. Joshua her prophecies came true,
Am on the rise like a straight rule,
Never would have made it without my mama,
She was my halo, and although death came too soon,
The sixteen years we were together are tattoos on my heart,
But if I could, I would go back to the start,
And make time move a little slower,
Appreciate your mother; she’s your halo, your glorious flower.
MY MORNING LIGHT by Mirram Banda
My morning light you are my morning light
Even on a dark, dreary morning
When i awake, it is you that i see
Magnificent to behold!
Humble and kind you are
My bright African light
The very thought of you exhilarates me!!
For your touch on my skin
Is so soft and tantalizing as velvet
Your lips so full, so raw
Your teeth so precise and pristine
Your voice so alluring so divine!
Your aura so sexy so drawing
My very own morning light
The pleasures are mine to behold
For the bonding of our souls
On a realm so exotic, so divine! So spiritual. So divine!
You are my morning light…my bright African light!!
P.S dedicated to the man who will marry me – African….as black African and real as they can come!! Yeah… Am proud to be an African woman!!
THE PRETENDER by Chifwanti Zulu
His soul sings the song of an innocent child
Captured by Hades and returned to the earth quite wild
A result of his own reckless deed
Inspired by fortune and fame, driven by greed
Failing to return to innocence, he pretends
Hiding under the spotless wings of his family and friends
He moves like a snake among the mossy rocks
His character cunning as that of a red fox
His actions are deemed selfless, his persona, soft spoken
His countenance so serene, yet beyond his skin, so rotten
The result of his pretence backs him into a corner
Knowing nothing else to do, he becomes a loner
He just sits in the dark all to plan and think
His ideas are conceived by loneliness, born of paper and ink
By Kapa187
Ati ‘I was an inarticulate, fat kid with an IQ of a goldfish,’ yaaaa Luka Mwango you’re good. Keep it up man.
Hey Ron,The site’s looking very well. So all this wrtiing stuff started off in Mrs O’Flaherty’s English class? In between burning the bike shed down probably. I haven’t quite got around to reading those revised chapters you sent me. It’s possible that I might be able to in the next while but probably unlikely until I finish the term which let’s face it, is in only a couple of weeks anyway. Apparently they expect us to read things here.Anyway, I trust the non-fiction (religion?) stuff is going well too.Frank