Best Mozambique Poems
Memory !
What a brainstorm your are
A translation of nature so beauteous than ever
An illustrated Cupid in my imaginations
With your arrows pointing to sweet bitter notion
You diffuse in a viral motion in my veins
With my gaze I descend deeply into you my core
Luminous intensity of flash fiction you recall
You make me titled, with each second I ponder
Wretched or superlative?
All these are traditional misapprehensions
Nevertheless a cosmopolitan points
To revolutionary apotheosis
A new revelation to sparkle in my tribulations
All credits to you my core
Wondering how far you will take me
Till reality prevails, my memory ...
Your autochthonous beauties
And the fluffy tenderness of your brushes
Paints the portrait of a black angel ,
Robert Gabriel Mugabe of the Zimbabwean plateau
Nelson Mandela of the southern cape
Samora Michael of Mozambique
Uhuru Kenyatta of Kenya
Edgar Lungu of Zambia
Towering Museveni of Uganda
John Magufuli of Tanzania
Alassane Ouattara of the Ivory Coast
Nana Akufo-Addo of Ghana
Muhammadu Buhari of the oil fields of Nigeria
Peter Mutharika of the Malawian slim boarders
Alpha Condè of Guinea
Iconic figures you recall.
Proud daughters with an ancient regal look;
Each undulating move is like a kiss.
They open up their beauty like a book -
In righteous, rhythmic, syncopated bliss.
Erotic ebony gives sinful shine
To skin that glistens bright the night unique.
Obsidian, delightful cherry wine;
From transubstantiated Mozambique.
Her stride is like the river as it flows;
She moves with prideful beauty - statuesque.
Oh lady Africa your passion glows
With lust imbued by rippled arabesque.
So sleek and wet her silouette goes by
A royal beauty born of great Masai.
It sat on Miss Ruth's desk, a sphere of intrigue and wonder.
'Twas a globe that in my reveries I'd gaze at and ponder.
It depicted marvelous vistas that seductively beckoned me,
And lit a fire in my youthful soul for places I yearned to see!
How my free spirit longed to escape her penetrating eyes,
And sail upon the foamy seas or soar thro' pristine skies,
To mysterious far-away lands of which I could only dream.
The globe hypnotized me as it basked in the sunlight's beam.
Ah! To scale the heights of Mount Fuji in beautiful Japan,
Or travel the rugged Khyber Pass in mysterious Pakistan.
To glide past ancient, majestic castles on the River Rhine,
Or visit holy places where Jesus walked would truly be devine!
I daydreamed about a safari to the nation of Mozambique;
I pined to see Mount Pelee Volcano on the Isle of Martinique.
The Egyptian Pyramids along the River Nile I must also see,
And Holland's windmills, tulips and its famed Zuider Zee!
What exotic places Casablanca, Istanbul and Athens must be!
And I want to see the lovely islands of the Caribbean Sea.
With glazed eyes I'd fantasize about world-wide expeditions,
'Til she'd wake me from my trance with scorching admonitions!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Know your roots
Sometime when you hear
about the big population of Wayao
in Eastern and Southern Africa
with many kind chiefs
and one king.
You will say
They are so wise ,
With a strong leadership.
When you read the history of the yao people
And find out about the creation of their language.
How they could mix Ndendeule, Nindi
Matengo, and Kiswahili
to make Kiyao
"or Chiyao "
You can think of the wisdom of those ancestors?
Don't forget about the coalition of Matengo, Nindi
and Ndendeule people who made the current Yao people who are in Tanzania , Mozambique,
Malawi , Zambia , South Africa and Zimbabwe.
Yao people are among african peaceful , sociable
and powerful nations who can tolerate
attacks of the weak nations
for a long period while preparing to silence
the attackers systematically.
When you provoke Yao people many times
You will regret one time
and learn a good lesson.
Don't forget some group of yao people
who left Mozambique to South Africa
In 1870 after the war against the coalition of makua,
Lomwe and mwenyemaliya people on the Yao mountain
now they are among the Zulu nation.
Son of Trembling
The Sun will stop to shine
Where trapped they do recline
Where they drink and dine
Yet, search, pine and repine.
Would Humane inside him stir
To forsake malicious flair
Has he conscience ever known
To He has he ever knelt down?
Where’s his mind or his heart?
Does he have the thinking part
To heed voice of he who cry
Or pain of victims who fly??
Has he known peace or sate
From when War was his mate?
To see another in pangs of strife
Does it grant mirth to his life??
Barking Gun; ditty to his ear
Ammo. a burden worthy to bear.
Petals Of (red) Blood, his flower
For, those who cringe or cower.
Monster trembling with rage
With a trigger-crazy entourage.
He may kill, blood may spill
One day he’ll pay the Bill!
Stop, think- Trembler go Home
Prodigal Son, you’ll be welcome.
Hand of Friendship not treason
Shake while still in season....
You deserve Peace and Love,
Forgiveness from He Above
They deserve Peace and Mirth,
They don’t deserve Dearth.
Return to senses and to the fold
Get out of the Dark and the cold
Get out of the gruesome Grove
Get into the Light of Peace!
You need Him; He needs you
Divided you fall, it’s quite true.
Let mad aggression cease
Before both of you decrease!
There’s no winner with a Sabre
Or Victor with face of a cadaver
Winner of all averts an Affray
Suppressing ire on a Bad Day!
Country has trees yielding table
Sit, talk live or via the cable.
Carpenters exist to curve a chair
Sit, talk, Rebel would you dare!
• We are Poets, not Politicians. However, bear with me, oh dear Scribes, to condemn mournful events unfolding from my maternal homeland of Mozambique!
• I write with a heavy heart, despite an extended hand to dialogue in the face of the sword of Damocles menacingly hanging. Hostility and intransigence is being allowed to carry the day.
• Would I, Prometheus, (be) Unbound!
JM
06th Nov’ 2013
"Madagascar Sky"
When Kusi becomes Kaskazi,
Mozambique current sings,
My ship will so then fly,
Toward a Madagascar sky.
I'll run her 'cross waves gone lost,
Come from far offshore.
Down such coast no man has seen,
Here nor e'er before.
Songs a'feather bow to weather,
Beneath a silken sky.
Sail down to Cape or 'round,
To adventure now fast bound.
Keel well atop deep reef,
Cold o'night from heat relief.
When Kusi becomes Kaskazi,
Mozambique current sings.
SeaWolf
©
That chilly night in Bucharest
As I lay down in my bed to rest
Torrents of thoughts assailed me
Avalanche of questions tore my heart apart
As I reminisced over the events of previous days
I felt the world moving in collective dementia
As disasters and heinous crimes of every shade
Broke minutely to confound the troubled world
Scores of souls roasted in the belly of Ethiopian whale
Worshipers pulverized on the altar of extremism in New Zealand
Furious flash floods kill and displace in Indonesia Papua
Cyclone Idai hitting hard in Zimbabwe and Mozambique
Man is endangered in his natural domain
By his daily contrivances for gain
His garden must be cultivated with better care
To produce trees where every bird can perch freely.
Just how far is the train of freedom from the discriminated son?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the black homeless child?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the disabled poet?
And just how far are the winds of change from a corrupted nation!?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the fields of Waterloo?
Just how far is the struggling warrior from the mountain top?
Just how long is 365 days 27 times behind bars, I mean,
Just how far is freedom from a lonely child at play?...
Just how far is peace of mind from the hot desert Afghanistan!?
Just how far from the market is the Nigerian widow to her kids—
They hope today she has something to eat.
Just how far is the satisfaction of a nation
From the peak of the Mdzimba mountains
From the fountain of the Mantenga falls
From the wellness of the proud Sibebe rock?
Just how many bullets are left to finish the people of Venezuela?
How many bullets must a child in Mozambique have to dodge in order to live?
How many drops of water are left in Mali,
How many spoons of rice are left in Southern Somalia?
Just how far is freedom from the pains of this world?...
Not so many miles away;
A village or two in between,
A walking distance from the station:
There lies his tomb.
It all started interestingly
Until the arrival of Mr. Lecturer
Then there comes the boredom of the four walls
Looking back, all heads on the table
It looked like they were praying
Little did I know they were sleeping
Out of the boredom of the four walls
It all started interestingly
And indeed very romantic
And highly fantastic
Not until you suddenly turned a dove
As gentle as a sheep
What happened to you?
I have no idea
Suddenly the bubbling love city
Turned a graveyard
Hmmmm…the boredom of love city
Visitation to the other room
Used to be very interesting
Different day comes with different styles and position
Being a “Barca” fan used to be fun
As “Dog” used to be our favorite pet
When you suddenly turned a “Missionary”
I have no idea
Beating Chelsea became inevitable
As you became Nigerian politics
Static in one position
The fun then then turned boredom
The boredom of the other room
It started interestingly
With the spirit of Matriculation in the air
First year was awesomely interesting
Angola and Mozambique hall were so fun
Until part 2 and above
When nothing seems interesting again
But the anticipation of FYB moment
The boredom of School
Boredom is not good
So if it is getting boring
Don’t give up trying
Make it interesting
At all cost without hurting
Because...
Boredom can be frustrating
Great traditional bavila priest,
When you hear about the great
traditional bavila priest called
" Kasongo Nguni"
from bahinga clan,
Who worked for the bavila kingdom
On the reign of King Musabwa
Kamango Munanila.
One of bavila very wise priests
who could see mysterious things.
His surname " Nguni " can be found
In Mozambique, Malawi, Swaziland
Zambia, South Africa and Tanzania
where Nguni nations are populated.
Many bavila names and surnames
rooted from the Luba Empire
which was on southern
part of the current D.R.Congo.
Many centuries passed but bavila
still recognizing their roots
due to the name of some places
which were called under their ancestors
while migrating from Sangha " buluba" to Uvila.
There are a lot in common between the Nguni
nations of southern region of Africa
with bavila.
Some surnames of bavila can be found
at Nguni lands in South Africa , Swazland,
Malawi , Zambia, Zimbabwe.
Example " KwaNguni " which means at Nguni.
There is a mountain called " ILenge , or Lenge"
in Kwazulu-Natal,
some people can refer it
as a mysterious mountain.
Lenghe "ILUNGA LENGE" was one
of the early kings of bavila,
Later on,
the royal clan was called under his name
"Bene lenge " to mean the descendents of Lenge,
to protect their migration trace from Luba Empire.
There are some places in DRCongo , Zambia
and South Africa which are called " Lenge"
1. One locality in bukama " Haut Lomami province" in D.R,Congo is called " Lenge"
2. There is a locality in North- West Zambia with the name of " Lenge"
3. Lengé is a locality in cuvette department near to localities Molembé Kombé and Likounga in DRCongo.
4. Lenge is a suburb in Nkonkobe local municipality in Eastern Cape - South Africa.
5. Lenge - bundala is a locality in Manono, Tanganyika province which is nearby
Kakobe village and Kaniambe locality.
There are other places
which were called under the names
of some bavila well-known leaders
1. Mundi
2. Nguni
3. Lugongo
4. Bijombo
3. Munanila
4. Musabwa
5. Uvila
At a place where life is tested by things out of our control.
where human life depends largely on a pill and faith.
To see the looks on the children's faces.
Hope for the briefest of moments.
Pay it forward we preach.
But how?
What do you do
or what do you say to a hungry child,
A child with a devastating life-threatening disease?
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for
and the evidence of things unseen.
We can quote, sure enough,
but what is faith really?
Surely faith is hope in the love of a God we can not see,
and for that matter, can not understand.
Now faith helps me believe He has a purpose and reason
for all things that happens.
These children that stole my heart at the very second of arrival.
These children that suffers on a daily basis.
They have taught me
that hope, faith and love is always near.
Hope of a better life.
Faith in an unseen God
and love for the small things in life.
I stand here in front of the fire,
reflecting back on the day,
realizing that these children has life in abundance.
To them the kingdom of heaven awaits
with special rewards.
I walked pass the glorious work of Prinsloo and Vuuren
that great and tall statue of Rolihlahla Mandela
Embodying conciliation with a smile
Embracing unity with open arms
I turned around to satisfy myself in honoring the mighty hero
Closely I looked, carefully I observed, narrowly I meditated
Woe the horror I perceived, the truth I realized, the loneliness I sensed
the agony of confusion I perceived with eagles vision penetrating beyond the smile
I heard with ears of wisdom the still whispering voice in the dark mumbling
“After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb”
Turning around with a troubled heart at the lesson I heard with ears of wisdom
I heard a voice from distant lands with great power crossing the colonial borders
It sounded like the voice of that great hero of Mozambique saying
“Aluta Continua”
Had a dream I was a Freak
From the Outer Limits of Mozambique
While I was prancing around, people would shriek
At the plates in my lips making it look more like a beak
Then the dream skips like more than a week
I'm sitting on a Throne as the King that they seek
All in all
Guess nothing's wrong with being
Unique
as the Yao King seated
on the throne,
traditional prime minister
to wayao royal family recited,
"You are the only
king of Wayao of Mozambique,
Zimbabwe, Tanzania
Malawi and Zambia.
Praise be to you
on the majestic throne
which your great great grand father
His late majesty king Mndala Chimbalanga
Ndindi Lupeta fought for.
Restore the dignity
of all the heads
of the chiefdoms
who accepted
to be ruled
by you from now
till your last breath
on this planet earth.
We know that you will continue
to focus on the ideology
of the late majesty
king Mndala
Chimbalanga
Ndindi Lupeta
to develop the lands
and tighten the union
with many tribes
through Chimbalangism
Which is against racism,
antagonism, narcism,
and capitalism
in Africa."
All the chiefs said ,"
We love you
So much
Your majesty
king John Twaibu
Mndala Chimbalanga.
Live long
Yao king.
" one chief sang
a nice song.
reciting loudly,
King Mndala Chimbalanga
was a symbol of love
in this country
as he could not chase
other tribes out of the Yao Kingdom
when Maravi Kingdom collapsed.
Let us continue to be
the symbol of love
to other tribes
in this country."
all the Wayao clapped their hands
to acknowledge the speeches
Of their leaders.
Maldvies, Malaysia, Malta, more - Up for my prayer during Global Pandemic
LORD, I humbly greet You, return to my prayer list with "M" countries
(I would like to intercede for Mexico, so close to the "troubled" US brother)
Adoration is the FIRST STEP in prayer (That's how I begin) using A-C-T-S
The letters, not the word, A for adoring Him, C for confession of sins
Variety & Individuality in prayer, but these steps are essential (O Monaco!)
I intercede, Abba-Father, for countries who are in LOCKDOWN, this crisis
At the start I thought I wouldn't recall the small: Malta, Marshall Islands!
Or newer nations now in Europe, perhaps a few from former Yugoslavia
Pray for those in Africa (glorious names): Mali, Morocco, Mozambique;
Other islands did well with tourism before the Covid-19 global pandemic
We ask for economic relief and solutions for little Mautritius, larger Mauritania,
Monaco, Mongolia, Myanmar, the newer nations, Moldova and Montenegro
Last but certainly not least, Malawi, in South-central Africa, named as a Lake
LORD, show mercy to us all, in Jesus' Name, to those "named and unnamed"
NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet