"Return of another Goliath, is it?"
Of Course the man was fearless
But time always decides when
Every great man shalt cease to inhale,
Run away from us and
Turn into an angel
Much cherished was the way that he
Undeniably handled affairs to do with peace and stability
Gabriel was a man of Charisma and
Action was his daily routine
But the giant is no more
Every Tom and Magufuli of this world shall remember you, Bob!
Right from the beginning of the Zimbabwean journey
One and all had beheld that you are the appropriate leader
Because of the way you thought about real issues
Even the way you addressed pertinent issues!
Ringing in your heart was the bell
That told you to act not like a Robot
(But a real Robert)
Muromo wenyu rwaive rwizi rwemashoko ehuchenjeri
Uyo neuyo ainwa ainzwa iri nhapitapi
Gare-gare nguva ndiyo go tisingafungire
Aiwa, vadzimu vadana
Baba tinoti zororai mumasimba
Enyu mashoko, haachazofi akafa
For the founding father of Zimbabwe, Robert Gabriel Mugabe. May your soul rest in power.
DesireThePoet2019
Categories:
zimbabwean, 11th grade, art, beautiful,
Form: ABC
Long ago,the guinea fowls congregated
Clourfully and innumerably
And sang sweet songs
And played in the savanah
They sang for the for the antelopes
To leap and dance in the beautiful grass lands
The farm boys listened and danced too
And their hearts were merry
At night around the fire the folk tales were interesting;
The wild dogs barked ;
The nightjars called peacefully;
The owls clamorous,booming hoot was heard
The starry fireflies flashed in courtship elaborate dances
But the conflagrations came
And swept across the grass lands and bushvelds
The axemen were merciless ;
And by their millions the trees were severed
The poachers were ruthless
And the animals wild knew not more peace
The guinea fowls were poisoned
The nature loving farm boys beheld
All this chapter in heavy hearted silence
The guinea folws and other song birds
Shall never sing again
And the times shall never be better again.
Categories:
zimbabwean, change, conflict, creation, earth,
Form: I do not know?
Sprawling was he in the roasting sun outside an Indian store.
Shaking and jingling coins in his begging bowl hoping to receive more;
Just as his hunger grew terrible in his begging tummy,
Some rich man gave him a titbit of pizza, it tasted richly yummy.
Though the reek of his shoes was yay stuffy, his raiment soberly tattered –
And his body smelt malodorous but none of that to him ever mattered.
He’d grin wide his pitch yellow teeth and germ-favoured gums, opening his creased hands seeking alms;
And he’d do it over and over and over again, with sweat tumbling from ‘twixt his crying palms.
He’d sing painful songs of elegy, with grime of perspiration and muck on his face;
Weeping solemnly to everyone that passed by the town’s market place –
Alas! His tears recalled where the coins had fled, the coins of pledge of the piteous beggar;
The begging bowl of his coins was grabbed away by a snatcher, a very heartless drabber.
Oh poor crippled Zimbabwean Beggar, his weeping was all in vain,
Cos that rich man was never gonna feed him, again.
Categories:
zimbabwean, social,
Form: Sonnet
I am the Zimbabwean Trillionaire(inflation)
Oh! Where did they go wrong?
Now i am walking as i like in their country
I have invited my trusted friends,
Billionaire and millionaire
All zeroes everywhere, they are trying to cut me off
What they dont know is,I am here to stay
I am a Zimbabwean Trillionaire, yes I am!
I am valueless, so they say
Disorder is my order
My bestfriend sanctions has secured my stay
I am not going anywhere whether you love me or not
I am the Zimbabwean Trillionaire
Diamonds my worst enemy keeps you all disillusioned
All this dollarisation restricts my walk of freedom
I am the Zimbabwean Trillionaire
I am a Patriot , i am here to stay
Zimbabwe is my home for the time being.
All hope lost, i hear your cries
You hate me and you want me to go
But i am also a Zimbabwean now
No nation will allow me in
I am now Zimbabwean by naturalisation
I am a Zimbabwean trillionaire and I am here to stay.
Tawona M Ranganawa
Categories:
zimbabwean, satire,
Form: Narrative
Look, See, Learn
Look:
Once upon a time boiling braggart was I
‘Fore the Damascene made me look High:
See:
Of Holy Majesty that He so commands,
Has He ever boasted of Power in His hands?
Learn:
Servant of Humility why can I not be...
Who imbibes Sate from another’s glee!
***To Humble Men and Humble Women who reckon humankind’s deficiencies!
*** Inspired by Zimbabwean Poet, Klassy Kinda, upon her cherished reference to me as a Humble Man (which I’m still coming to grips with!)
JM
31st Oct’ 2013
Categories:
zimbabwean,
Form: Couplet
Mandela In You
I scanned into your entire writ
I perceived an unremitting wit;
There’s a Mandela in You,
Oozing from your daring script;
Loaded with a spirit of sacrifice
To eradicate mundane malice
There’s a Mandela in You,
That resonates in your artifice!
A Fighter for Mankind’s thrall,
Equality for gender and for all
There’s a Mandela in You
Reprimanding: Divided We Fall!
Peace is in your daring hand
Which you staunchly defend
For, Mandela in You says
“No to Civil Wars in our Land!”
Women also need their space
Enough to powder their face
There’s a Mandela in You
Lending impetus to their pace!
Antipathy, aloud do denigrate
Which Warmongers do initiate
There’s a Mandela in You,
With a smile that doesn’t fail;
It intones when Spirit is weary
Shining when the Sky is dreary
There’s a Mandela in You
Painting Blue the Sky so bleary!
Write, write, your mantra write
Let revulsion be in your write
For, there’s a Mandela in You
Pleading for Humanity to Unite!
Dedicated to Zimbabwean Poet, Wilson Mapfumo upon being inspired by his Poem: Cry Africa.
JM
14th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
zimbabwean,
Form: Rubaiyat
Sorida is greet-
Ings. My brother or sister
In Zimbabwean.
Categories:
zimbabwean, caregiving, childhood, education, family,
Form: Senryu