Sunday, June 8, 2025

Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Kapembwa wanjelani ,Blake Emmanuel Kapili and Mwape Mumba

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

Poverty by Kapembwa wanjelani

Poverty Oh Poverty…

Men let me go.

I don’t recall inviting you

But here you are, standing tall.

 

Known you since puberty…

You watched me grow.

Cause of you my life fell through

True beauty I’ll never know.

 

Poverty Oh Poverty…

You are getting on my nerves.

You want to take this outside?

I don’t care who you serve.

 

Always in my biz

Dishing me you I don’t deserve.

Don’t you take me for a ride.

My pocket aint a reserve.

 

Poverty Oh Poverty…

Its time you hit the road Jack.

Take your stinking shoes

And don’t you dare come back.

 

We were never friends

Just leave you out of luck.

And when you cross the road

I pray you get hit by a truck.

 

Mrs. my-last-name by Blake Emmanuel Kapili

The “Mrs. my-last-name” version of her is not yet born, yet her influence so present and her name upon my heart so marked/

Wound up together is her spirit with mine so intricate and exact/

A bond that cannot be broken or cracked/

Which is why she is impossible to extract/

Without dismantling the very me, yes you cannot subtract/

Mine from hers or vice versa, we’re like a pact/

Made of true love and sworn before God and angels we are intact/

Fighting for love and truth with insurmountable tact/

Ever emerging again every time we’re beat down n attacked/

Because we’re inevitable, we’re more than just an act/

We’re a ritual, spiritual n deep, it’s evident in how we interact/

We’re a living demonstration that like n like do attract/

And we are the irreproachable evidence of that irrefutable fact/

So I await her like a passionate reader anticipates the next episode of a story tract/

Or like a faithful servant patiently waiting for his God’s decree to enact/

 

ON THE ROAD AGAIN by Mwape Mumba

On the road again

I remember when we first met and then

I did whatever just then to sit next to you then

This road reminds of you

Vividly the thoughts linger in my head of you

Our minds laced together at every scenery having the same point of view

 

Joking, laughing, I let myself be me in your presence

Gave you a big chunk of me felt like you were my deliverance

You bestowed peace and even balance

Bringing joy and plenty memories of remembrance

 

I saw you at 1st sight awed by you beauty

And so to sit next to you was my duty

When we sat I couldn’t stop staring over and over nafuti nafuti…

Your eyes of crystals sparkled

Fell in love with your hair startled

Cute face lovely cheekbones beauty beheld

Such awesome beauty me not believing I took your hand in mine and I held

 

Your soft skin

Only a few hours and I already wanted to meet your next of kin

You possess the total package everything from outside and within

 

Could never get enough of that sight

I felt your light and would move heaven and earth with all my might

Just to be by you side and keep you in sight

 

On the road again

Even in your absence I fall in love again…

And heart broken again…


By Kapa187

6 COMMENTS

  1. Are those songs or stories? It has been long time since I heard people sighting poetry, I thought we stopped this in 1977.

  2. you have concluded and summarized the ideas. I never touch this kind of things ..~~so before I am a green hand~~ now i opened mental horizon~~~

  3. Hey~~~blogger,I got a mass of new idears and creative thought~~most of them I agree with~~~and hope your more thoghts and new things~~then we can communicate with each other~~lo

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