Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Clement Suze,Micheal Mutale,Subila Esperanza Chilupula

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

HARKEN, SNIFF AND TAKE A LOOK by Subila Esperanza Chilupula

Listen, that’s all I ask,
Harken, just for a moment, it’s a small task.
Now do you hear that? that beautiful sound?
That my love, is the sound of a heart unbound,
Thought you had me chained till it took me to my grave
Thought you ruled me, that I was your slave
Pity, I knew better
So here my love is a goodbye letter

Raise your snout to the sky, take a whiff
Just for a moment, a little sniff.
Do you smell that? That delightful scent?
That my dear, is the smell of your descent.
Always making the decisions and rules,
Making sure at every game I would lose.
Guess what, I wrote me my own constitution,
And its time I set up my own institution.

Look, quickly you might miss it.
Go on, take a peek before you lose it,
Do you see that, that golden ray?
That sugar, is the heel of my boot walking away.
So you cheated on me and claimed it was an accident
Used the girl’s curves to explain the incident
Well guess what, you just gave up a rose
For the taste of a weed, now watch my new man propose.

OH! ‘MPOSA MABWE’ by Clement Suze

Oh! ‘Mposa Mabwe’
There’s a lump on your throat and its breeding pain
In the heart of Kitwe, there you proudly stand
The destiny of your children depends on the battles of your hands
Father of a Zambian worker, you are

What inspires you to fight?
Is it the stirred rage in the center of your cage?
Is it the tales of many your children they enslaved?
You have exhausted all ways of civility I am told
And resorted to throwing stones
You have ignored the nagging conscious of your limitations

Oh! You may stand there like a mad soul
Your desire is might
Your blood is warm and we feel your pain
We remember you even more today for our gain

When I look at you, I cry.
This is because your desire to succeed is engulfed in darkness
Yet this never dims your ambitions to win
Whoever you are and wherever you have been
You are great because you have the grace

When I stand in your shoes,
I feel like a punch on my heart
Is there any sacrifice I have offered for my Zambia?
This Once more streams my eyes, with much pain I cry
I look for solace in the verse of the Zambian anthem
And it says: “Land of works and joy in unity”

I pray that you may find joy in your works
May you find meaning in the fruits of your labor as we stand together
Look at the path where we are coming from as a nation
Endurance of misery untold in relation
Like a horror episode where all fine things are put on hold
We are still here standing and will Endeavour to make beautiful this land

Wait until we get there, we shall sing to sweet melody that inspires good life
All this is only but for the Love of my country and its people
Dear Zambia, how I Love you
The train might be slow but we shall finally get there
Wake me up when we arrive and we shall dance together
Hope you will dance too.

BLOOD STAINED INK by Michael Mutale

Green, purple or maybe, navy blue,
That is the color of love when it’s true.
That’s not the green of Envy,
the color could be blue, but in navy.

The color of Love is the color of blood stained ink,
Just take a moment to think.
Ink can be black or blue,
that’s a fact simply true.
The color of blood
is usually red.

In ink written is the romance,
but stained in blood, the sacrifice.
Like steel refined in fire,
love comes only after, tried is ones desire.

“I LOVE YOU”, words to be written with the Ink of a writer and the blood of a warrior.

Word and deed combined and reaffirmed by God.

John 3:16 that is love!

By Kapa187