Long Zimbabwe Poems
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Turtle soup in Zimbabwe is a delicacy
Caused fights between my siblings and me
Alas, due to the shortage we couldn’t eat it all at once
So one leg at a time which left them with a bounce
But a funny thing happened one day
One of the buggers decided to run away
Now our turtle soup has never been the same
I was the youngest so I took the blame
We looked high and we looked low
But had to settle for the scraping from dad’s big toe
Alas, our turtleless soup now has a cheddar edge
At least we have it served with an extra helping of veg.
If you ever in the town
And happen to see it bouncing on the ground
Call me
And we’ll cook’em and have him for tea.
© 2000
I was born in the beautiful country called Zimbabwe,
Now it is devastated by the tyrant Robert Mugabe.
It was once a land full of milk and honey,
No this poem is not going to turn out funny.
But once this African came into power,
The whole country turned sour.
Don’t get me wrong not all Africans are bad, I turned out well,
Well besides the underarm smell, what the hell.
I remember when everything looked new, we were happy souls,
Now we have ten trillion dollar bills and the roads are full of pot holes.
Yes this is the country you need two wheel barrows full of money to but bread,
There's no welfare so you got to beg borrow and steal or you dead.
We had beautiful scenery, like Matopos (the balancing rocks) and Victoria Falls,
But this African destroyed it all.
We used to call the Falls the “Rain that thunders,”
Now I think it should be called “The nation’s tears caused by one man’s blunders.”
I now live in the UK where my father was born and where I will be
But as the saying goes “You can take the monkey out of the tree, but not the tree out of the
monkey.”
I miss my country the lovely Zimbabwe
And so sorry one African can mess it up, the African Robert Mugabe.
*Africans' attitude Contest*
astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers
justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides
killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys
leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower than legumes
memorizing momentous miracles of magic meaning moroseness
nudging nebulous narcissistic nightly northern narwhals
occupying octagonal orbital ostrich-like ocelots
pursuing persnickety picky perverted pencils
quizzing questionable quails and quacks
redeeming respectable rustic ricocheting roadrunners
scalloping scuzzy scared scarred skeletons
teasing torrential test tube tarantulas
undermining understated underwater umbrellas
validating villainous vagrants verifying vigor and vim
worrying wiggly worm-like women wasps
‘xasperating ‘xpensive ‘xpansive ‘xtraordinary ‘xtraterrestrials
yielding yellowish youngish yippy youngbloods
zooming zealous zebras zigging and zagging in Zimbabwe
I’d like to tell you of this game
Don’t try this, you won’t be the same
And if you get hurt, I’m not to blame
We played it in Zimbabwe, 29 kids and me
For those who cannot add 29 + 1 equals 30
The game we played was called “Kenakee”
This consisted of one 2x4 for a bat
You’ll be surprised what we hit with that
A stick four inches long, one inch thick
Sharpened like a pencil on both sides to do this trick
We’d lay the sharp stick on the ground
With the 2x4 hit one sharp end striking down
And if you do it right it should flick in the air
Then quickly with the 2x4 hit it but beware
For if you miss you out
But that not what the game’s all about
You have fifteen kids waiting to catch the stick
I think some of them were as thick as the stick
If they caught it then the whole team was out
If it drops on the floor, you carried on with out a doubt
The reason we played this I still don’t know why
How we never ended up loosing an eye
So don’t play this game or you will see
The bloody thing stuck in my forehead and you’ll look like me
It started with
a drop that burnt my forehead at first,
then dissipated before it
had a chance to cool.
Denied passage on the path that traces my jawbone, ending where my mouth falls into a frown.
The sun was too quick to claim it.
Yet, there was no repudiation of the rush that followed as the long overdue clouds gave birth
and Earth received their babies,
afterbirth and all.
I stepped off the porch,
eager for the dirt to turn to mud,
which clung between my toes.
Then---
I held out my foot and watched as
the water streamed down either side,
rinsing the dirt away.
Clean. As it should be.
Will you dance with me,
now that the rains have returned to Zimbabwe?
Two peas in a pod
she’s so hot
both showing off
branded shades and shoes
his arms circle her
a prison so secure
how could she not
want some more
from her flat belly
dramas emerge with Rasta son
this mother with belladonna daughter hum
a priestess or princess
he does not know
it is all part of their show
Two peas in a pod
she’s so hot with potato
koeksusters on Sunday morning
legs like pegs in African colour sprawling
Woohoo ! both peas were soldiers with MKs
one from Zimbabwe
other from Mzantzi
sharp-shooting was their skill
in past for a kill
now their drama is
for paying fat bills !
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I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life first aligned.
I am Africa, the cradle of civilization,
Where mighty empires rose with determination,
From the ancient Egypt's pyramids to the Great Zimbabwe walls,
From glorious Mali Empire to Kingdom of Kush, history recalls.
I am Africa, adorned with wonders untold,
From Victoria Falls, a sight to behold,
To the Serengeti, the great wildlife migration known,
The winding Nile River, nature's masterpiece shown.
I am Africa, land of majestic savannas,
Where lion roars and elephant wanders,
From Kilimanjaro's peak to the Rift Valley's floor,
Nature's grandeur timelessly spectacular, evermore.
I am Africa, rich in resources so rare,
From Congo's minerals beyond compare,
To Ghana's gold gleaming bright,
And Nigeria's oil, a source of might.
I am Africa, richly endowed with resources untold,
Diamonds, platinum, copper, and tantalum behold,
I offer fertile soils and abundant rainfall,
To sustain life's rhythm, from the great to the small.
I am Africa, proudly dark-skinned and beautiful,
Melanin-rich, skin kissed by the sun, dutiful,
From the Maasai warriors to the Zulu kings,
Cultures and values that makes a heart sings.
I am Africa, scarred by the slave trade's hand,
As ships sailed away with souls from my land,
The Atlantic's cruel passage, a harrowing tale,
Yet from that dark chapter, my resilience did prevail.
I am Africa, the sleeping lion now awake,
To reclaim my glory, no more to forsake,
I stand tall against any disdain, my destiny to behold,
Socially strong, economically stable, politically bold.
I am Africa, acknowledging and ready to confront my flaws,
To root out corruption and greed, oppressive laws,
United in accountability, good governance, equity, and might,
I march forward with determination, embracing the future's light.
I’ve had a fair share of tragedy in my life,
When my father passed away I found I lost two cousins too
When I flew to Zimbabwe I almost separated from my wife
So you see my tragedy excelled and grew
Two years later I found I was flying back home
Mama had died in her house all alone
So my sister told me over the phone
Again separation with my wife was on the cards as I roam
She wanted the house and everything in it
My wife expected me to give it up because we has a son
But before I left I had to ensure her I was not beat
I told her by law I’m entitled to half and she knew I won
So forgive me when I write only funny rhyme
Tragedy is something I have not learned to deal with, I confess.
These are a few of the tragedies in my time
And until I fine a way to cope with it, it will be the funnies I address.
Laughter is the best medicine
Nature has so much to teach us but her methods are subtle for she knows
if wisdom is from knowledge to be grown…
her students, with her urging, must discover the answers on their own.
That’s why she’s planted upon her Earth…on a variety of lands across her seven seas
from Andorra to Zimbabwe…an assortment…a multitude of trees.
Walk among her trees and quickly you will see…
though all her trees are different they form a symbiotic symmetry.
Trees of different sizes, shapes and colors inherently understand
how they must work together to get the most out of the land.
You’ll see trees that lose their leaves in Fall…whose branches are stripped clean
standing together…side-by-side…next to evergreens
You’ll see after the leaves fall…having gently cascaded to the ground
how they eventually they become the food that feeds every tree around.
You’ll see how nature achieves a balance…here’s exactly what I mean…
as the animals that live among the trees in spring and summer
find a winter home among the evergreens.
You’ll see when one tree begins to falter no matter how wide or tall…
the nearby trees find a way to catch her…or, at least, to ease her fall.
You’ll see every type of tree whether they produce nuts or syrup or fruits
communicate as one family…you might say…it goes down to their roots.
There is a one crucial problem, however, as everyday to these lessons she returns….
Nature is willing to teach us…
but we must be willing to learn
Across figurative and literal board...
mine hardscrabble existential debacle spelled losing game of trouble
Oft times, I experience wretchedness being alive
spurring wonderment whereby thoughts
of my demise doth drive
analogous to buzzfeeding bumbling bees
combing into their hive.
Giddiness prevailed
when coronavirus (COVID-19)
warranted quarantine to diminish
transmitting pandemic virus thru the air
lifestyle change no major imposition,
cuz yours truly already familiarized
with self isolation
courtesy his social anxiety despair
schizoid personality disorder the diagnosis
nsync with loathsome
body morphology toward self
viz mental health impasse a legitimate malady
impossible mission possibly
since in utero didst impair
minimally abetted courtesy
Buffalo wing and a prayer
wishful thinking only death can relieve
some recently approaching year.
Indifference toward self sums up story
viz mindset to whit
resignation to cash in chips
at a tender age, I did submit
evidenced courtesy abysmal grades
during stint as student
kindergarten and first grade the exception
earning appellation dummkopf or nitwit
showcased apathy to access ability and excel
overshadowed courtesy powerfully pointed outlook
within his bedroom at 324 Level Road
sequestered long haired pencil neck geeky hermit
four familiar walls constituted ambit.
Refuge sought vis a vis withdrawal
from world wide web
refusing sustenance (think anorexia nervosa),
thus these lovely bones withered away
thankfully mother (a licensed practical nurse)
of course intervened without delay
belated acknowledgement
regarding maternal love hip hip hooray
enrolling expertise of Doctor Ted Goldberg
at Collegeville Community counseling
to ameliorate psychological internal melee
running rampant and roughshod within me psyche
pushing self destruction down into stairway
entering portals of hell
analogous to Earthen bowels
deep within Zimbabwe.
Whether the above sentence incidental
to feeble attempt at reasonable rhyme
so please geography buffs pardon moi
add dull less cent delinquent puns
he did cashier plus
any unintended faux paus as aspiring poet
artfully crafts elaborated gimcrackery,
albeit impious kooky mishmashed
outlandish quirky s*it.