Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Kapembwa Wanjelani ,Philip Chicco and Mwape Mumba

This Saturday we are having our regular poetry shows this Saturday. BitterSweet Poetry- The Next Level Saturday 23rd June Time: 19:00-21:00Venue: Mulungushi Conference Center side Room 4 Cover: K30000/head but if you bring someone along K20000/head. Come experience poetry at another level.

I SCREAM by Kapembwa Wanjelani

I scream for the broken, the complete but empty and rotten,
For the solemn but deceitfully spoken, for them I scream.
I scream for the depressed, mind and body in a corner oppressed,
Chewed and spat out their soul is messed, for them I scream.
I scream for the always working, hands on ever walking,
Numb to the bone never talking, for them I scream.
I scream for the little boy who just watched his favorite flavor hit the floor,
Who then gets smacked in the face because he is as clumsy as a little boy should be.
For that poor little boy I scream.
I scream for that woman that just burnt the last relish and you know,
She is going to get it when her crazy husband gets home and finds nothing to eat.
For that helpless woman I scream.
I scream for that man in search of a job, that endures the sun and hunger call,
Who got thrashed good by life at UNZA now a Degree holder still beat.
For that defeated man I scream.
In melancholy I scream, it brings in that twist in harmony, buries the agony as I touch the pinnacle of true bliss Jesus, in irony I scream.
In the embrace of a woman I scream, though her bosom is warm and all, it is lined with spikes that continue to slice my brow, in the mix I scream.
In the face of pure stupidity I scream, a cruelty only known to humanity now greeted with a tongue that knows no formality, in humility I scream.
I scream for the things that should be but are not, forever sort we taught to press on till we caught, by the thoughts in a knot that will soon be forgot.
I scream for that deranged almost aggressive but pretty girl, though her twirls make her hurl she continues to curl her emotions to fit in her world.
I scream for those eyes that always seek out the lies, they are like flies from heap to heap complies to share of tears that one never cries.
I scream for the bored and the broke.
I scream for the old and bloke.
I scream for load behind the lock.
I scream for the gold and the clock.
I scream for those crazies that have nothing else better to do but appear naked in the middle of the night, who know what is right but shirk the light.
Who take up alluring forms during the day that you wouldn’t even know, that that right there is hole, in the chest where the soul, now seeks new delight.
Who are, holier than thou, yes we did sin, so what you going to do right here right now, why don’t you help out instead of taking pleasure in our plight.
You heart is contrite, but your mind is ready to bite.
I’d wish you hell, but hell is where you are, so I feel sorry for you, because you don’t know who you are. For disturbing my sleep, I scream.
I scream for the good times, ginger tea and cake makes new ties, the laughter around the table brings its butterflies, a promise of fresh water from a stream.
I scream for the money that should be in my pocket, that I maybe of more use to them as water a bucket. That I may forge on with a back bone no longer gleam.
I scream for the ultimate Androphine, brave in combat with skill as that a dream; though it seems my strength supreme, this warrior is the heat behind the steam.
This world is mean, but take some time out for whatever flavor you fancy, be it strawberry vanilla so icy, chocolate whatever, even raspberry, just go and get you some Ice Cream.

THE UNDEFILED LOVE by Philip Chicco

The story is slow, rarely fast as emotions race,
Racing for completion, avoiding deletion in a world defiled,
Defiled with insecurity, with no security for loses and heartbreaks.
Is all lost in a world without wishes? Wishes are rare as choices disappear

Every norm becomes abnormal, nothing is left of hope
No solutions for problems, where will truth come from?
In this world, love has seized to exist as none is real
Unreal seems to be real, people giving and taking in vain
Vanity seems to be fair, as many fall into the deceitful reality
Who will give birth to a love undefiled, pure and untainted?

A rare love is there, trapped in someone’s heart igniting
A flame that grows by the minute, waiting on time to begin
As time is nothing without love, the heart is yearning completion
A fear of deletion in a world unaccepted, this will prove to be a love tested
An emotion tested with fear, the birth of a pregnant heart
The mother of all emotions, welcomed into a world of hate
Love changes all; the world will change as love will be unfazed

SAVE CUPID by Mwape Mumba

Somebody hear me out
There’s a plot that has gone out
His life soon will be put out
There people who have gone all out
Who you ask… It’s scary if you found out!
Venus- goddess of hope
Mars- god of war
These two fell in love never did stop
And begot the famous
Baby with wings, a bow and arrow
in diapers called Cupid

A blend of hope and straggle
A feeling so tricky to handle
Never comes single but in a bundle
From an unlimited storage Of emotion
Can’t even be produced in a portion

When you accept love,
You accept pain.
But how do we make a rainbow without a little rain
Love is the poetry of the senses it’s a bittersweet poem

At one point We experience life in that part
Where your heart is ripped to shreds torn apart
So bloody hence the color of love

A red hazard yet we still venture
That I have concluded is man’s nature
For the benefits at times outweigh the danger
Others end up being carried on a stretcher

Someone out there hasn’t experienced that sweet piercing arrow
That which makes our hearts follow
Blindly smiley face shining brightly

Somebody hear me out
There’s a plot that has gone out
His life soon will be put out
There people who have gone all out
Who you ask… It’s scary if you found out!

Somebody save Cupid!!!

By Kapa187