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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Cookery is slavery if you don’t partake of the meal
It becomes foolery if you keep settling the bill
It is misery if you repeat the drill
Familiarity leads to rats chilling in the grill

Employment is exploitation if you can’t get a fair deal
It becomes poverty if you...

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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...

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