Best Zambia Poems
Meanwhile Doctor Kaunda reminded young
people in the country ascending the rung
of success they have a big role to play
with trappings of pride slung
in weaving together unity among unsung
swiftly tailored heroes, as sowers
reaping luxe fabrics of peace among
divinity, integrity, magnanimity,
and unity for this country.
He has however commended President
Edgar Lungu for his efforts in uniting recent
dichotomy, sans the various people in the country,
And speaking at the same event,
National Guidance and reminescent
Religious Affairs Minister
Reverend Godfridah
Sumaili sought riches for indigent -
says national unity and urgent
peace critical for development
of the geographical extent
spanning entire country
Reverend Sumaili says difficult
no matter how fervent
for Zambia to develop
if no unity among Zambians.
And earlier in his speech, Commodores
Vision Ambassador to Zambia
Chairperson Misheck Kombe yours
truly expressed concern to jumpstart
solution regarding regionalism and tribalism at heart
tearing Zambia apart, like inures
reflux resignation of meal,
thus Mr. Kombe underscores
how important each and every shores
Zambian to join the crusade complacent
against tribalism and regionalism
because it retards development for s'mores!
Categories:
zambia, absence, abuse, africa, age,
Form:
Free verse
THIS is to remember my dear old friend
Memories I have, fading away
I walk on this road that has no end
In search of my friend, in a hopeless way.
I listen to bird songs in distant lands
To which my silent applause, brings me a tear
On this dreary dark night,
I wish you could hold my hands,
And give me comfort that you’re here.
You lifted me from bended knees
Made me a friend, as I regained my strength.
Before this setting sun, in times like these,
Thy smile would spread without restrain.
I look up into the sky, upon that fading light
The setting sun, a beckoning star
Farewell my friend, wherever you are.
Categories:
zambia, best friend, farewell, friend,
Form:
Rhyme
If I could have one tree in the garden
It'd be a sculpted tree with white roses
The women, Beautiful and elegant in their stature,
would be the white roses that blossom earnestly.
Like branches frolicking in the twisting wind,
the men would solemnly standout
And I would be like a humble branch that has yet to bear fruit.
My ancestors, still anonymous where they lay
would be the unseen roots that firmly surveyed the land.
If I could have one tree in the garden
It'd have a couple of uninvited guests;
Weaving birds and African bees among many.
Flocks of wild geese would skim through tree
tops as they leave in search of fen lands.
If I could have one tree in the garden
It'd provide a shed to the homeless man from the blazing sun.
If I could have one tree in the garden
It'd be majestic for all people to see.
Categories:
zambia, africa, children, community, dad,
Form:
Narrative
Through the cold night
I think of the homeless bird
seeking shelter under my roof
There's room for the twittering avian
A warm space by the ceilings
Not an imposition if the night is as calm as the
silver moon that sneak past a dark cloud
And so this, a companion to accompany
me through the gaping holes of my endless
nightmares
And yet in the comfort of an estranged guest my
heart hints a feeling of lies with half a hope and
half a despair.
Categories:
zambia, cheer up, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
plus Doctor Kaunda also says family names
in tandem should not determine,
who to associate with, any more than nap
pulled lying flat hair, but rather character of hearts,
viz each one of every Zambian availing their lap
necessarily if seat space in short supply.
Speaking at a vision
ambassadors promoting peace
campaign fundraising dinner,
Doctor Kaunda says increase
in toto with discrimination,
suspicion, hatred, betrayal, malice, fleece
sing (the golden calf)
re: greed, selfishness, grease
sing palms, and other
negative behavior release
zing threatening opposition
to zeitgeist, and core values crease
and crimp unity if left unchecked.
He has recalled that during
struggle for independence,
people from various
backgrounds humming and purring
worked hand in glove together,
realizing that they were, spurring
above everything else,
brothers and sisters of
one nation hungry stirring
potential for harmony whirring.
Dr. Kaunda says the “One Zambia One Nation” slogan
coined many decades ago still holds
true and continues starring Hulk Hogan
to unite Zambian’s together as one motley crue
clinging as one to solid state craft toboggan.
He says Zambia remains
a beacon of peace in Africa,
that dare not smother
snapchat, nor shutterfly - oh brother
scuttling important all Zambian citizens
should pay obeisance with mother
land maintaining grew ving
peace and loving one another.
Categories:
zambia, abuse, anger, appreciation, city,
Form:
Political Verse
As the night falls from interstices of burning clouds, lumbering through the broad sky like grazing herds of sheep
There comes a great forlornness through the deep forests of Zambia.
Land marked by Withered Tallowwood branches, that once covered the fiery red sun.
The bayou, with dry river beds sleeping all the more calmly than hibernating Owls~
Looking somewhat haggard in their night coats~
waiting for the setting sun.
Summoning nature's obligation that remains oblivious to the break of dawn.
Categories:
zambia, 1st grade, animal, extended
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American
maverick freelancing writing scout,
(and word maven par excellence
Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout),
thru Spoken Word route, a popular global
Facebook poetry forum prodded me to venture,
without shadow of a doubt, and try my hand
to craft, this rhyme for that reason tout
ting expertise (mine) forging metrical
syncopation, which electronically soundless shout,
though tribalism within Lusaka, Zambia beyond
my literary purview hence any objection
i.e. cerebral workout, sans the following
amateurishly wrought gobbledygook by devout atheist
please do not be shy to call me out,
or send strongarm lance of the law if I
unwittingly commit any faux pas, this author,
who took mini crash (course) test dummy
about said convoluted titled topic unbeknownst
to him as little as Trout
Fishing in America,
cuz he gets this hooked Semitic Schnozzle snout
stuck, while groveling, ferreting, expanding
his knowledge base no matter he doth spout -
whale visiting unfamiliar leviathan African bailiwick
may deliver just deserved desserts fallout.
According to the following Google url search result,
I reddit at whatsapp
http://www.qfmzambia.com/2018/10/07/
tribalism-has-no-place-in-zambia-
First Republican President
Kenneth Kaunda opened
potential Pandora box trap
expressing honest opinion, and observed
discrimination predicated on snap
judgement, or based on tribe equally
unfair methodology to foster, and rocket rap
pore, and ethnic background as well
owns no place in Zambia, cuz smeared pap
(as conk curd by ghost of Milton Shapp),
Categories:
zambia, abuse, death of a
Form:
Epic
We are quarreling over a graveyard of great ideas
Wandering under skies filled with flying political spears
Ideas are rotting under the soils dug by the unscrupulous
We buried our true identity and our mourning is pretentious
The commoners with good intentions are called riffraffs
The undereducated with concerns are labeled bellyachers
The elite have a sense of entitlement that exceeds their competency
The clergy have cloaks covering hands reaching out for the treasury
When Jesus tells us to pray in private, that’s when we fill up stadiums
Or that “Lord! Lord!” won’t get us to heaven, we still climb the podiums
Our inaction disguised as faith and oblivious to the endowment of freewill
We are blind to nature's blessings and God’s delegation of power for us to realise his earthly will
Amidst the vastness of our resources, blossoms a narrowness of minds
If challenges delay our goals, a compromise sprouts, as success gets undermined
Our failures don’t roll up our sleeves for more efforts but for belligerence
Our tongues have become viperous easily inciting division and violence
We are guilty of killing the messengers
We have silenced voices that threaten our favours and status
We prefer fellow tribesmen and forego what statesmanship seeks
Distrusting progress of shared thought and embracing the selfishness of cliques
More deceit continue to deface our identity
Take heed of the manipulation of verities
Individualism is not selfishness
Patriotism is not self-praise
Salvation is not prosperity
Electability is not authority
Our leaders are just a reflection of society
Changing the mirror won’t cure their corruptibility
Categories:
zambia, abuse, africa, anger, political,
Form:
Rhyme
My courtesy name passed down through generations, I bear the marker of an outstanding exultation.
Though sometimes I wonder if they were tall as I am.
Board as a leader, Fierce and humble in person.
Sometimes me thinks, the curiosity gives an innocuous valour.
This is so, I perceive
Praising and imaging them heroes in their own accord.
Does my name run down through four generations
Or three, perhaps two?
How many passed through this torch that holds the strength of ten men.
Should I pass it on to others.
Should they also get the bear's maker of heroism.
For I am a man who's on social persona, embodies heroic and virtuous traits that demonstrate the highest degree of excellence.
Though Generations pass away, Traditions ripen and decay, this name still doth stands to old age.
Categories:
zambia, africa, birthday, character, childhood,
Form:
Personification
Today, this of ours, arrives.
Fragile, nameless and, yet deeply adored.
Nine months of anticipation and care,
Culminate in this precious moment shared.
The first warm rays of a mellow sunrise,
Illuminate the face so pure and divine.
The sweet scent of daffodils fills the air,
As joyful tears and laughter echo off the pink plastered walls.
In this vivid, scent-filled room of delight,
Sweat-drenched adults beam with joyful light.
A new life stirs, and love overflows,
Radiating this precious moment shared.
Categories:
zambia, anxiety, baby, birth, birthday,
Form:
Free verse
IT WAS a dreary February day
That melancholy walk by the park with a blue morning
And a cloudless sky.
Alas! I met a stray puppy, effulgent with disproportionately large blue eyes.
It was fair, furry, dainty and round I thought---
It looked helpless to a lesser extent than I was that day,
Nay; ---
curious and shy (In-need of a cuddle.)
Though it appeared to be innocuous and child-like in it's sentiments, i approached cautiously, like one in danger ---
Like one would enter a parish church after a remorseful week of sin.
No one on their right mind ought to know that every endearing puppy has a stray and agitated mother lingering close by ---
A stray and agitated mother who saw a saddened beast in me ---
And I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day.
I met a stray puppy the other day and I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day.
Categories:
zambia, africa, care, dog, emotions,
Form:
Imagism
Guilty as charged they passed on the verdict
As the prisoner who had been accused of an atrocity, stood before the jury.
It comprised of not more than three panel of judges.
The eldest judge with white curly hair that rested upon his shoulders.
The prisoner, Innocent as the first born sons of Egypt on a merciless night; He slept in anguish of his own demise.
Dreamily and sadly
He murmured, "comfort is a precipice, a shadow that covers off the light from our eyes;"
However, his punishment was to grow in his garden, a white rose for each time he wrote a poem.
Categories:
zambia, corruption, cry, freedom, judgement,
Form:
Political Verse
My footsteps changed and there upon stood this wide ostensibly simple wooden door which laid open such that I could see the comparatively dim candle lights on the alter.
With my every heart beating sound, I approached cautiously with a rather uncertain foot step towards that alter.
I could not but hold back the feeling of an overwhelming silence lingering within my thoughts.
Before that alter and underneath the shadow of the dancing candle light, this of ours laid there, lifeless; and along with them, had taken away all my strength.
Categories:
zambia, courage, death, death of
Form:
Free verse
SEEING through the window, are clouds which move slow or maybe the dozing fellow has decided to recall of the vibrant days as he digs deep into his bag of memories
Alas! He's all left alone now
Everything has gone; tears have gone too...
All his left with is a rocking chair and an old radio from which rock music makes but rather unpleasant noise for him...
He's deep into those clouds, white as the memories pure...
Unmoved by the cares of life.
There's an old painting on the wall, He was a young stallion he was..
With a smile embracing his young daughter on the left and to the right a beautiful lady with a yellow flower placed on her right ear...
It is the only image caught in time apart from his own in those clouds.
Categories:
zambia, africa, anniversary, dad, depression,
Form:
Imagism
In silence in dreams'
Projections, Returning, Resuming, I thread my way through my dreams;
The hurt and wounded, I pacify with a soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night,
Some so young, some suffer so much, I recall the experience sad.
Sad because a few had lived to tell the tale,
Sweet because I had to trust in a better world.
If I am to trust anything,
it led me to stars over the shadowless mountain.
What does it not remember in it's night and silence.
What does it not hope
Knowing itself no child of time.
I am faithful, I do not give out.
I had to hold my life in my hands as my ribs hold up my heart.
I had to let it open it's wings and fly among the gifts of the unknown.
Categories:
zambia, africa, birth, childhood, growing
Form:
Narrative