We also having a show this Saturday:
BitterSweet Poetry:- The Beauty in The Rain
Venue: Mulungushi Conference Center
OCTOBER 24th by Edwina Muzunda
I’m not delivering a speech or a poem.
I’m not championing a political cause.
I’m not starting a religious revolution.
I’m merely making an appeal for freedom.
Freedom from hunger, racism and desperation; depression, oppressions and more.
Freedom to be who I am with no apologies.
Freedom to build imaginations and give voice to my thoughts,
Actions to belief and courage to character.
I’m not giving rhymes or presenting wants and needs.
I’m declaring that there’s more than the gatherings and celebrations of October 24th-the awards, honours and laying of wreaths.
What’s more than the red carpet and independence cake? You may ask.
Clean drinking water, eradication of malaria, measles and sickle cell anaemia.
Desks in the classrooms and a roof over my head.
At least one medal from the Olympics.
Freedom from brazier fumes by supply of electricity.
Freedom to walk the streets without stepping on people’s means of livelihood.
I’m not championing a political cause or starting a religious strife.
But I do hope I cause you anger and rage.
I hope I stir your hearts to compassion, your minds to thoughts-thoughts of change-change for what’s good.
I hope I make you realise there is a form of dependence on a higher power. A higher level of freedom beyond the fire works on Independence Day.
I hope I make you see that life continues after the 24th of October.
10th OCTOBER 2012 by Mwaba Jacinta Kayula
10th October 2012
I never explain
So you never understand
For you I pretend to be normal
I try really hard to hide my sorrow
I hide the truth
But i cant lie to you
So the truth slips through the cracks
And you think my life kinda sucks
Well you see
I wanna ran and hide
Not from you, from my own mind
With no one by my side
I feel so alone
I wanna feel strong
Feel that i too belong
A song with no lyrics
A broken mirror you cannot fix
A river with no ocean to flow into
I am flawed, but i am right next to you
A sky with no clouds
A voice with no sound
A mind full of doubt
I crave to be found
Old in years, faced your fears
You cant possibly be foolish
Behind bars, Revenge is not as sweet,
Or is it?
Maybe i have too much love for you
But I tell you it’s true
Too much rain never once dried up a tree
I am not with you
Why don’t you miss me?
Am your shadow
I go wherever you go
Only appreciated after death
Forever with you, yet i go unnoticed
Water without O2
Bone without flesh
Painter with no sketch
Barren, I cannot give birth
You are my secret revealed
Nothing is hidden under the sun
These wounds have healed
I vow to never again
Live to please man
Proud to be your roots
You were my tree
See, i loved you so deeply
I never once understood science
How a spark can burn into a fire so wild and fierce
—My love for you—
Or how a stone cold, block of ice
Could melt in a mans hands
—You melted my heart—
And water once melted
Can easily evaporate
—u left me hurt and scarred—
Ice into gas, sublimation
No need to question
—You are no longer mine—
Someone once said
Even fairy-tales come to an end
I have to let you go
All is fair in love and war…..
THE DREAM TRAVELER by Hillary Mulenga
I have see you poking my face
Haunting me with the details of your beauty
Each day you pass before my eyes I see
The precision of the creator
Words are lost between my fascination and awe
I refuse to be haunted by the philosophy of denial
Before what my naked eyes could see
I find you indescribable
Lost for the mere words of humans
It is the void that best see what words can fail to utter
A speech best known to the heart
Through which the dart of the eleventh cloud passes
I’ve seen many dreams in my life
Nightmares that turn me around that wake remedies
I refuse to give up on this dream
For the visitation of the gods is but a blessing to one who receives favor
A curse to one who does not see
Come back again to my dreams
I will be waiting at the corner of the pillow
On the pitch of my blankets
Filled with the warm of the love you alone can give
For dreams are supposed to be lived
Or they may have been lived when they stuck on the fibers of the mind.
LESSONS TAUGHT by John Tembo
Honour thy mother
Go to war for your brothers
Treat your sister like a queen so she will discriminate the bums from the others
A man keeps his word even if it hurts him
Feeds his own despite his own cravings
Giving more than all his takings
Risking it all for a vision of his own making
Breathing life into the dreams of his wife
Being her shield and taking the strife
His worth is seen in the brilliance of her smile
Steely determination is what you see in his eyes
He loves his hustle for whats life without struggle
Realising strength is more than muscle
A bird’s eye view will see the way through the trouble
Beauty is more than just what he sees
Love is more than just what he feels
He does and doesn’t preach
These are the things I wish they would teach
I hate poems and poets to a lesser extent. Its like they have remained behind while everyone else has moved on. Nowadays people are too busy and got a lot on their minds to have time and energy to sit down and start making sense out of poems. Whats the points, if you’ve got something to say just say it in a normal way, how easy is that?
nice work guys….amazing pieces of literature
Good , but try to be more straight or clear so that the picture comes out vividly.
nice work and job well done to the youths who are creative and innovative. Edwina Mazunda, you are on the right track gal. Keep it up!
Comments are closed.