A poet is a poem
A beautiful line pregnant with wisdom,
Crafted by the mighty hands of nature.
Birds beg him to sing,
In the middle of the night
And at the dawn of day.
A poet is a poem,
The history that's untold,
Sad tales and fantasies,
Touches of romantic nights,
Of life and madness.
A poet is a poem,
A serenade a lover sings
To her husband,
While watching the dawn star.
He's a lullaby a mother sings to her son,
To lull him to sleep.
A poet is the mournful song,
The ululations and groans of pain,
He's the victory song —
Yes, the trumpet of victory.
© MZEE MACH
Masterpiece of pain
Each night is a masterpiece of pain
that lingers in her broken heart
trying to find what was
and what is now
she sips memories and lives
the curse of love in her cozy
domicile where in the midst
of broken stars she lost it ....
—a constellation of pains
that still stands upfront
monumentally, gazing at its beauty
the day that only matters
is a memorial event that swallowed
the one she had.
Now sitting in a canvas of thoughts
journeying to the unreached cores
of what was—
a thing that flickered like a storm
in the autumn winds
now is pain that whispers its lines
to her ears for the love
that was stolen by time
leaving only memories
painful —deep scars
broken —unhealed wounds
dimmed, weary eyes
and hope // soons
She gets lost every blink of an eye
in the mysteries of unreached paces
of love / what was.
©® MZEE MACH
26th Dec, 2024
Ephemeral
There's a lot inside me,
A thing that dies every night,
Every dusk that I lay on my bed,
Close my eyes, and sleep.
I feel a part slip away, stealthily,
I do not know where it goes,
But it never comes back.
It digs a tunnel inside,
A void that's never filled,
Only occupied by
Vengeance, hatred, and lies.
My heart is in knots,
I'm lost, and can't untangle.
Things I longed to see
left me drowning in a sea
--an ocean of tears
where I can't swim
my limbs are too short
much like a shrimp
i find solace in the sunrise
and mend my heart
with poetry from the ancient quill
where meaning to love
is explicated in depth
© MZEE MACH
_27th Nov, 2024
FAR AWAY FROM HOME
Far away from home
wandering in the dark nights
___lonely woods
lost in the world of love
the romantic scenes
playing, tickling your nipples...
(massage in your breasts)
a kiss for the moon
and a sin for the stars
swallowing the gloomy night
© MZEE MACH
Where were you?
____the days were dark
abyssal nights
Swallowing my love
when his soul was leaching;
fading into nothing
Where were you?
when he lied on his head,
stood with his tongue
and shed blood;his eyes
Pleading for mercy
in the filthy hands of devii
where was thy Divine power?
__spring of eternal water
for the thirst of soul
when his tongue was dry
Darting in and out
Counting seconds for him
to leave the earth
where were thy eagle eyes?
that watch thy lamb's feet
... ground they step on
and whatsoever comes forth
where were thy sharp ears?
when he was groaning
___deep pains and agony
fighting demonic diseases
where were thy healing hands?
that were not laid on him__
Until he flew away
like a bird and never returned.
Oh! God where is he....
©MZEE MACH
Bats ran on opposite directions searching for mate
Chasing each other across the skies
Chilly evening, company anyone could contemplate
Crickets too sung to the sundown melodies
An old man sat outside his old hut
Reminiscing his old days beside a blaze
Eyes up as if there's something he was staring at
then to the darkness he gazed
A shadow appeared from the night
Mkongwe acted as if he didn't saw him at all
for he wasn't expecting any visitor tonight
The intruder stood like a silhouette - very tall
''Evening comrade? '', the visitor greeted
''Evening too'', replied the host
'' What has brought you here a friend I didn't expected? ''
'' What else other than boredom and reviving memories lost
''I agree with you my dear friend
Days of our youth where an eye was still an eye
When our women could not pretend
So faithful and could not lie''
''Look at what so-called modernity has brought''
Mzee interjected very scornfully
''Teaching women what white men thought
Our society has just been ruined fully
Letter to My Choice:
From the skies, the dust, the stars, mars and the creatures in Venus
From the mind, the soul, my blood and the pounding of our hearts,
From romance, to emotions and the intimacy of our souls,
The voices from my inner soul that sees the shadow of your being
You, the queen and commander of my love world
You, the one competing with the sun for brightness
You, the envy of the stars in the skies
You, whom i lack words for what i see
You, the love of me, tis you am blessed with.
Yours in debt,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.
Open Letter To The Golden Black Angel
The black angel on earth, the one proud of her skin
The hot chocolate in Africa, the one with glorious power
The ebony strength beneath the sun, the one full of sensuous splendor.
The golden black angel, the one flying the clouds
The shining star in the rich land, the woman defining beauty
The rich, the warm, the dark, the glittering flower breathing in Africa.
Just look at her eyes, the narrow eyes sliding to the sides
Just give a glance to her ruby lips, these syrupy, luscious and tepid lips
Just stare closely at her smile, am sure you are zooming the sun.
I feel her hypnotizing presence, the soothing aroma in the world
I feel her soporific nature, the one that naturally sends me to the sky
I feel her wafting movements, the movements worth every sane eye
I feel her tantalizing voice, Scandalizing my ears to lick it.
Am i forgetting her curves, the curves surpassing enchanted love potions?
Am i forgetting her manners, the manners giving me bedroom tendencies?
How can i? How can i not talk of the African woman? Eh? Tell her i adore her
Yours African,
Mzee Mwau.
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