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There Goes My Heart

There goes my heart.
Once sealed now open like the mouth of a volcano.
My souls’ strings pulled out from their place of refuge.
My soul thriving to breathe from your mere presence.
My hand exploring every fore of your delicate body.
My hands aching, yet trying not to touch the hollow of your strong neck.
I’m short of breath; I don’t know what it is.
Could it be the fear of letting my heart loose?
Or it’s the sweet smell of your hair, the feeling of your skin next to mine.
There goes my heart.
The edges of my mouth curve…into a smile; a smile of bitter sweet defeat.
I can’t fight it; my heart is a mask of intense emotions.
I trace the edges of your lips; I just have to engrave the feeling in my soul.
My mind is at ease, the air around me silent yet so soothing.
I’m scared.
I don’t want this moment to pass, I’m so intent.
I don’t want to miss a sigh from the depth of your soul.
There goes my heart.
I try to keep a lock on it.
But I dare myself; I have to win this race.
Although it’s reaching its futile end.
It’s almost over.
I’m speechless.
I don’t understand it, I don’t want to.
Why could something so beautiful come to end?
I don’t care either way.
Those once pure moments will be gone.
I don’t mind.
There goes my heart.
I think…"let it go”.
I look into his eyes; they are a pool of mixed emotions.
But we both know it’s for the best.
I trace every bit of his face; kiss his eyes, his nose… I have to remember it.
I love him, I know.
I look into his eyes again, smile and slowly drift to sleep; thinking.
There goes my heart.
I don’t mind anymore.
It wouldn’t make a difference either way.
I know it will be safe, it will soar above clouds.
Enjoy the last moments of pure bliss.
And then come back to me in one piece.
It’s in good hands, I know.
There goes my heart.

(C) Herzel Poshiwa

Posting this first poem for me was quite nerve wrecking because it was one of the first poems I had ever written.

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A Humble Man - Charles Wood

A humble man is what I am before you.
You see, I am not worthy to say…
“Sir, may I have your daughter’s hand,
But please yield to your wife’s pleas:
Calm down a while as I explain what’s deep in my heart.
Why deprive your daughter of a possible life of pure bliss..?
Because sir, understand that love’s triumph seldom fails.

You see sir, “a humble man standing before you is what I am.
The love and protection you have for your daughter I understand.
But you see “simple is what raised me,
A simple man, with simple needs.
A simple man who is able to love deeply and fairly.
Yes I have made my fair share of mistakes.
Might have scarred an angel or two, 
But who was ever born with a heart of gold..?

A humble man is what I am before you.
You see sir; the heart is simply out of our control.
How can one ignore a beautiful feeling?
A feeling that pulls hard at every fore of your soul.
How at some point we all wish we could roll over and forget its undying existence. 
But sir, who was ever given a constraint heart..?

Yes, a humble man is what I am.
You see, I work sir, to earn a living
You may as you have, call it slave work,
Unworthy to have your daughter as my own.
But you see, these hands are built,
Built to struggle and earn a better life,
No man was ever born fulfilled sir,
And no man ever chooses to be born poor.

A humble man is what I was brought up to be,
But you see sir; it hurts me to see your daughter turn her face away
Turn away, to hide soft tears, which ooze dejectedly from her pure eyes.
What crime have I committed not to be regarded worthy..?
Because you see sir, at the end of the day love’s triumph seldom fails.

 A humble man, with a heart that will strive, 
Simple ways that will overcome all tribulations, 
A heart that has been pulled from its place of sheer hopelessness
Hands that will slave for a better life and future for your daughter.
An upbringing that will sweep her off her feet every chance there is;
Is what I am sir.
So you see sir, please listen and understand that love’s triumph seldom fails
When two hearts are willing.

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Reflection of An Angel

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It told me a story of sanctity.
It told me a story of aged maturity.
It was beautiful.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It held out its pure hand.
Reached for a strand of my weary hair.
Swiftly stroked it back and put it in its rightful place.
It was soothing.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It took my hand and gently clasped it.
Pulled me up to stand on my feet;
And gently whispered…” this is how you start…”
It was strengthening.

I saw a reflection of an angel
It was rather vague yet so real.
It scooped my hands up in the air.
Slightly forced my head to tilt upward;
And with another whisper said..."This is how you surrender
To a much greater purpose”.
It was heartbreaking.

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It gently wiped away a tear.
Washed it away with warm waters.
Gently swiped my face with a towel of hope.
It was awakening. 

I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It titled my head towards the mirror.
And gently whispered “this is a story of sanctity…
This is a strand of a life ahead full of exaltation;
A few feet away from healing that inspires;
This is a story of great surrender to pain
And welcoming of inner peace
This is a story of a gentle tear that will forever
Form a river of immersed hope;
It was divine fulfillment.

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All I Could See

In an abyss of mar;
I was sunk.
My thoughts swimming;
in a pool of masquerade shame.
A dagger in my head;
All I could see was an evening of score.

With a flip of a hand;
Like an angered red dragon.
I breathed fire and redemption;
In the midst of rage and terror.
I had blood on my hands;
All I could hear was a cry from the soil.

In a faction of a second;
My heart had raced.
Thoughts crumbled with confusion.
A wanderer in the desert of oz.
My legs felt like shattered glass.
And all I could think was vengeance.

He had tainted her hands;
Abused them in pain.
She had screamed inside.
A caged animal in a circus.
Unfamiliar territory scared her.
And all I could excrete were tears dry.

With a bow he had decorated her.
A misdeed he did.
It was physical for him, 
Emotional damage for her.
Humanity lost inside a cave of bats and bears.
And all I could hear were screams.

Murder she wrote; the opposite.
Beauty like a bunch of roses; yes.
Heart like a garden of roses; yes.
A cactus environment she delved;
With eyes wide shut.
All I could hear were whispers.

With pique like that of a tiger.
I bore teeth, muscle and archery.
Blinded by a trim cloth of red.
A knight’s tale it foretold.
He had hurt my offspring.
All I could see was night.

Emotionally; I covered him with guilt.
Overt, I smeared him with shame.
Physically I scathed him; barbarian.
A man’s title he does not deserve.
Physically I had marked him for the world to see.
And all I could still see was darkness.

He had hurt my offspring.
All I could see was red.

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Why Do You Keep Running

She said "Why do you keep running, slow down a little;
Why don’t you open your eyes and see beyond the horizon;
Don’t you see it…?? Coz I see it;
I see it very well without having to squint my eyes or stretch them thus far”
I see it.
 
“I see good measure in that scorned bitter man twisted and turned by the cruelness of this world”
“I see the sorrow hiding behind that girl’s smile, devoured by vultures of this earth,
I also see divine hope deep within, see it in her eyes as she takes it one day at a time”
 
So don’t run, slow down & look around you, you may be running your own race but why not stop, take a step back & walk with that troubled mother carrying so much weight on her shoulders,
Why don’t you just slow down & help carry that weight, it will only take a minute “
 
Coz I see it, with this slow pace of mine
 
I see that long lost friend, struggling, I see her hands trembling, her loneliness growing, I see her eyes swave trying to hold back anxious tears.
 
I see that boy and girl walking holding hands, young love it must be but why don’t you just slow down a bit, hold their hands & teach them how it should b, no young innocence should be lead astray.
 
So you better stop running and slow down a while, look beyond the horizon, coz it may look peaceful, serene & pure but what’s beyond it is what matters. Jus slow down a moment and look around you, it will only take a minute.

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Pardon My - Part 1

PS : NOT REALLY A POEM, I WAS JUST TRYING SOMETHING :-) 

He: 
“You look a lot distraught. 
Pardon my rudeness;
But I could not help but notice….
May I take a seat……?”
She: A soft shrug
He:
“A damsel like yourself,
Shedding a multitude of tears.
Quite unacceptable. 
What has bothered your heart so?”
She:
Please kind sir, I would need no company.
He:
Pardon my impulse;
But your face looks ever so familiar.
Perhaps, I could lend an ear.
Why torture yourself with a silent cry.
She:
A silent cry I do not possess.
A world of emptiness is what I have.
Apart from a few cats and dogs.
So please be on your way.
I prefer being by myself.
He:
Pardon my stubbornness.
It’s in my nature, though once it cut me deep.
I could not possibly stir from here.
What kind of a man would I be?
She:
A man that of noble respect.
For my privacy I would like to keep.
Now if you will excuse me, 
I will present myself somewhere else.

© Herzel Poshiwa

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I Was In Love With a Woman

With a voice as soft as a warm breeze on a cold night.
Her brown big eyes glitter like pearls straight from an oyster’s shell.
I felt my senses tingle in excitement as she reached for my hand.

Walking down the aisle I studied her hair.
Hair filled with rough edges, like a tangle mess of wool.
The scent flowing from her being,a pleasure to my nostrils.

The click of her heels making a sound;
Like an applause after a Toni Morrison lecture.
A sight for sore eyes, I would say.

Her walk flawed at a pace of beauty and pride.
The curve of her neck set; like a bed of roses,
A neck that deserved a sting like a bee on a honeycomb.

Her lips were a crimson red. Parting as she looked at me and smiled.
Her hips were graced; wider than most;
Covered in a silk, loose fabric of white.

I swear my heart was melting.
Her covered breasts were firm and round. 
Clinging to nothing but that thin fabric of white.

She had told me it was the splendor of purity.
The wisdom of wine left to mature.
The abundant favor of loving oneself enough to preserve.
No one deserved a piece unless granted by her Father.

But you see it wasn't her appearance that had stolen my heart. 
It was her wisdom beyond her age.
Her fear of the one who sits at the throne.

Her bowed head when her knees kissed the floor.
As she sang praises from the depth of her soul.
When she recited all the words in red.

I could see her covered in glory.
I could feel her covered in his presence.
I was in love with a woman.

I was in love with a woman;
Who had took my hand and led me.
Led me down the aisle as a crowd looked on, singing.


She had led me before a messenger;
A messenger whose hand had covered me;
She had led me to the King himself.

His mercy had overflowed me at the end of that aisle. 
Feeling overpowered and gracious, I had fell to my knees.
I cried with joy, I cried with pain.

Mostly I was thankful.

I was in love with a woman.
Who the King had sent to find me.
Who I will always be thankful for.

I was in love with a woman.
I was in love my heavenly given sister. 
Whose selflessness had amazed me 

But mostly I was in love with her King.
Who had instantly become my King. 
Who can become anyone’s king.

Anyone’s king once you are guided by the spirit.
Or in my case had sent a his anointed one.
I had fallen in love with my King. 

© Herzel Poshiwa 


P:S We all can be that kind of a person if we take time to teach the word God.

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We Haven'T Forgotten - Unsung Heroes

Riding through the walls of my brain.
A non-perfect symphony 
Slides through the edges of my hand.
Did we forget?

Sengbe Pieh:
Bound by blood and sweat.
Your fate was doomed the day you were born.
Sold out by one of yours;
Your tears never seized to dry.
A foreign tongue you were forced to endure.
A way of tyranny you never knew
Beheld your being was, worse than death itself.
We haven’t forgotten.

Queen Mother Yaa Asantewaa:
Your bravery meritorious.
An army of struggle you had.
An amount of time you were in glory.
A seed you planted, easily dispelled.
Disposed from your own soil.
For a cause worthy.
A death of shame you encountered. 
We haven’t forgotten.

Queen Nanny:
An uncanny name that was.
Betrothed from your own land.
Holding the heaviness of your heart you toiled.
Change? You channeled your fears to win.
Refuge you offered in a land, foreign.
A culture you were forced to create.
Nevertheless you fought a good war.
We haven’t forgotten.

Carlota Lukumi:
For a shilling you were taken as a child.
To smear the buttocks of those;
Whose hands were too precious to travail.
Your voice was supressed to bark anger.
The drums of your motherland dawned your eardrums.
Your hands traversed for an uprising.
Like a savage dog, they tortured you to your grave.
We haven’t forgotten.

Nehanda, Nyakasikana:
For decades you lived for counsel.
A counsel for those weary and depressed.
But a war you never perceived. 
Brought about the doom of a country.
You readied our chiefs for a war lost.
A war that led to the demise of a great counsel
We haven’t forgotten.

Vesta Sithole:
Our unsung heroine.
Reverend Ndabaningi Sithole
Our unsung Hero.
You gathered a nation’s party, for change.
Went beyond boarders.
Belief of freedom in our own land you thrived.
No tribe should be made elite ahead of another, you preached.
We haven’t forgotten.

We haven’t forgotten.
Our roots are bared deep in our heads.
Ida B. Wells once said:
“The way to right wrongs, 
Is to turn the light of truth’
Upon them”
Our generations will be forever reminded.
Our Grandchildren will know. 

Our unsung heroes.
We thank you for the truth you raised.
Our minds are full of songs you praised.
Like loyal dogs we will forever bow.
Our heritage is in our roots.
The will of humanity lies in the very soil you toiled.
Our hearts will forever reciprocate the hurt.
And forever enjoy the happiness.
We haven’t forgotten. 

© Herzel Poshiwa

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Mama, You Skipped a Part

Mama you missed a part….
You never told me;
You groomed me mama.
You taught me to walk and talk like a lady:
And that I did.
But Mama you forgot, 
Mama you skipped a part.

Mama, through your eyes;
I saw myself accomplished
A willed woman ready and mastered to conquer the world:
You groomed me to love the ones in my life
And I will receive the best in turn.
And that I did
But mama your words were of short.
Mama you skipped a part.

Mama, you told me…..
You told me to be of a strong heart.
To get up where men had stomped me down;
And Mama I did
I got up and fought when I was weak.
But Mama my strength is now void.
Mama you skipped a part.

Mama, you told me to guard my principles’…
I did, but Mama why can a man be so cruel.
Mama I guarded myself;
But with one flick of a page; 
I was robbed.
I was robbed by a man whose woes perceived my doom.
Mama you forgot ;
Mama, you skipped a part.

Mama, you told me to love myself.
I did, but how do I do so now.
When my feathers have been plucked right up to the stem;
Mama I can never fly again with a broken wing.
Mama I can never have a stride like that of a queen.
Mama, you forgot.
Mama you skipped a part.

Mama, I am a broken angel.
Mama, I am now incomplete.
Mama, I am now walking with a crooked heel.
Mama, I cannot conquer the world anymore.
Mama, you skipped a part.

Mama, how do I unveil myself from the shame of being devoured?
Devoured by a man I know not.
But a man whose barbarism I will remember for the rest of my days.
Mama, you forgot to tell me there would be such
Mama, it slipped your mind to inform me how to deal with it.
Mam, you did not,
You did not teach me to get up form such demeanoring savageness.
Mama being raped, Mama deflowered. 
Mama where did I go wrong...???
Mama you forgot.
Mama, you skipped a part...........

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I Saw a Little Girl

I saw a little girl.
She was so beautiful,
Her hair was a shade of black with sheer brown strands.
Eyes sparkling, they almost passed as a handful of diamonds.
I almost cried.

I saw a little girl.
She was so beautiful,
She looked up to me and smiled, with a mouth so small.
Teeth as white as atop of a snowy mountain.
I bit my lip to hold back a sigh of pain.

I saw a little girl.
She was so beautiful. 
She outstretched her hand,
It was so small complemented with so tiny fingers,
It could only fit half of mine.
I held my heart to feel if it still was beating.

I saw a little girl.
She was so beautiful.
I almost cried, I stared into her eyes,
Still sparkling, how could they not…?
She was innocent,
Yet she roamed the streets,
Looking for suitable shelter every knight.

I saw a little girl
She was so beautiful
I bit my lip to hold back a cry of pain, looking at her small mouth
Still smiling, how could she not…?
She was innocent
Yet she smiled so hard, thinking maybe 
One would be so kind to feed her;
Feed her only for a day, so she could sleep
Almost as if tomorrow would never come.

I saw a little girl
She was so beautiful
I held my heart to feel if it was still beating.
Her hand still outstretched, how could she not….?
She was innocent
Lord knows what she was really hoping for.
A hand that would take her tiny little fingers,
And never let go of it. 
Or just a hand out to get her through the day.

I saw a little girl
She was so beautiful
I almost cried, I bit my lip to hold back a sigh of pain
I held my heart to feel it was still beating.
I was still in front of her.
I gently stroked her hair;
Looked into her ever so beautiful eyes 
Took her little hand in mine;
And whispered…
“Its cold out here let us go somewhere warm...”
And my heart gently singing…
“This is not where you belong,
The trials, hunger and coldness,
Have just simply come to stop”

Yes I saw a little girl
She was so beautiful…………