Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Millan Sichinga,Chifwanti Zulu ,Temani Chipego Lungu

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

this Saturday we are having our regular poetry shows .
BitterSweet Poetry- The Warmth Within Saturday 7th June
Time: 19:00-21:00
Venue: Mulungushi Conference Center side Room 4
Cover: K30000/head but if you bring someone along K20000/head.
When its cold outside… Come experience the warmth within.

IN2 THA NIGHT by ‘Chifwanti Zulu

The fine day slowly n soulfully creeps
Right into the night as the sun sleeps
The sweet air weeps in fear of darkness
Only to be consoled by the fair grace
Poured out by the moon in form of soft light
The stars carefully peep out of the night
Glittering gloriously as precious stones
No such brightness has the sky ever known
Into the glorious night, I solemnly stare
Calmly, I breathe the sweet night air
This ambience commands a great sense of awe
Leaving on my face a most beautiful glow
With such excitement, my eyes twinkle
My inmost soul bathes in this magnificent sprinkle
That gracefully falls from the heavens so bright
And I’m forever lost into the night.

The Demon Lives by Temani Chipego Lungu

Something is missing in me;
I feel it each time I breathe;
All I know to do is bleed;
I wonder how I feel a beat;
From a heart that does not exist;
Appa-rent-ly;
It’s not you, it’s me;
I mean there is nothing really you did?
You JUST abused me;
I said NO!
Do not touch me;
And you said Chi-pe-go;
Please do not worry;
It will not hurt one bit;
But hurt is all you did;
How are you? you have the nerve to ask me;
I say alive, though with that dead heart that beats;
I mean to say empty;
But I don’t for, how dare you be so naive;
I mean;
Did you not see;
The tear forming on my left eyes eyelid;
As you effortlessly, clawed that knife over my thin skin;
You took from me my being;
I tried to fight you, I was weak;
I sat in silence, I cannot win;
I think to shed a tear, I will not blink;
And all who watched did nothing;
Ridiculed me, uplifted you and said do not worry about him!

So please leave me alone;
You do not want to meet the demon;
That you birthed;
Onto this earth;
It is a curse;
And it makes me feel worse;
At the fact that my demon has your face;
If you do not get it by now, I am with rage;
For anger will not contain;
The hurt, the hate, the pain;
Let it rain;
For the demon has mastered its cage;
Proud label around its neck marking ‘cannot be tamed’
He knows no love, please do not attempt to befriend;
For where were you when it mattered most;
Before I crossed the end;
I wailed ‘save me’ before Chipego gets lost;
You watched him use me, take me, break me, abuse me and now I should comprehend?

They say, you sow the seed;
And so you must reap;
No one gave a heartbeat to help me;
So I gave into insanity;
Now that the demon lives;
You want to save me?
Or is it him?
For what makes you think it is Chipego speaking?
I remember a day;
I remember him sitting;
And thinking why he felt like he was slipping;
As though some demon, was taking the best of him;
I have a little secret and I will let you know;
Chipego is still breathing, but not for long!

…THE END by Milan Sichinga

Today we’re going to play a game,
A game where when a sentence finishes you start with the same,
The same time remember to rhyme,
To rhyme in all the lines,
Lines that will classify this as the greatest poem ever,
Ever had a threesome? NEVER!
Never have and perhaps never will,
Will that make me less than a man, any less real?
Real men don’t need sexual exploits to be men,
Men are warriors, who stick up for their women in the end,
The end doesn’t necessarily have to be death,
Death is just another form of shock that takes away your breath,
Breathtaking bravery is what has won wars,
Wars are more than chaps banging boots on my doors,
Doors are open to anybody who can challenge me,
Me want somebody to be the best they can be,
Be honest with me and I’ll buy you a beer,
Beer unites us, makes us want to cheer,
Cheer for the success, the troubles, and the emotions that arrest our hearts,
Hearts are for the evil to take apart,
Apart from that hearts are there for men to break,
Break her heart no more for goodness sake,
For goodness sake don’t allow him to treat you like fool,
A fool who’s never been to school,
School I’ve come to realize is the pinnacle of African life,
Life means much more than husband and wife,
Wife of a preacher and so now she thinks she can preach,
Preach what? To whom? Sorry but there’s nothing that you can teach,
Teach yourself first before teaching others,
Others have more worries about their sisters and brothers,
Brothers are less trouble but sisters can get you killed,
Killed because the fear of death in you wasn’t so ably instilled,
Instilled some great principles in this here young lady,
Lady just threw them away like she was just crazy,
Crazy how far the rules to this poem have been followed,
Followed so much that now I feel hollowed,
Hollowed by the immensity of the words as they come,
Come with me and you’ll never ever feel dumb,
Dumb like a boy who repeats a grade three times,
Times are getting hard so I’m failing to find rhymes,
Rhymes I’ve already told you will make this poem great my friend,
Friend? In case you haven’t noticed this is the end…
(My Intellect’s Loud and Noisy-MILAN)

By Kapa187