Apples and oranges are you and me
Both can be sweet and totally fruity
Cherry kisses so soft and free
Dates we embrace celebrating
Emerald eyes drink your shape
Fuchsia cries during love we make
Golden stars seem to serenade
Helium hearts rise like sunny day
Indigo tongue painted by cocktail
Joyfully charmed by you as well
Karma has finally got it right
Loving you silver song sing all night
Maroon moon will hold our dreams
Onyx sky a blanket for kings and queens
Purple poems you inspire so deep
Quoting the divine spirit in mocha me
Red reverie bring you back when apart
Sensual like your touch upon my heart
Teal thunder is the wonderful amethyst art
Umbrella is my fella despite rain so dark
Vibes inside like violets in the garden
We live like turquoise tribe no pardon
X-ray vision eyes see inside and out
Yellow is our happiest day despite clouds
Zulu is in silver spiritual wind blowing now
Categories:
zulu, appreciation, art, black love,
Form: ABC
When they play hide and seek
And memorize your words
Watch them
When they adjust the truth
And do not know what is occurring
Smile at yourself
These,these are the revelations,
Sometimes the truth
Is not spoken
It is shown
Sometimes the lies
Are not shown
They are spoken
Distinguish the individuals,
When they play hide and seek
And imitate your words
See them
When they reconstruct the truth
And do not know what to hide
Be proud of yourself
These,these have been written.
Categories:
zulu, adventure, africa, appreciation, black
Form: Free verse
A mother is a springboard, strong and sure
From which dreams soar, and spirits roar.
She launches hearts with boundless grace
Lighting the path toward life’s embrace.
Nandi was Shaka Zulu’s springboard
With eyes as sharp as an eagle's gaze.
She guided him to rise in might
A lioness who never swayed
Holding steady through day and night.
Indeed, a mother is a springboard
Lifting hopes to greater heights
Clearing paths with her guiding light
Like a crane, lifting courage to flight.
Categories:
zulu, 12th grade, africa,
Form: Free verse
A is for amber ambition and amethyst dreams
B is for believing in yourself and becoming
C is for creativity courage and celebrating
D is for developing Deja vu and dancing
E is for engaging and encouraging
F is for fun flavor and fulfilling
G is for greatness and God and gifting
H is for happy holy and having
I is for interesting introvert
J is for joyful jokes and chicken that’s jerk
K is for kind kisses king kente
L is for love lavender and lake
M is for magic moon messenger music
N is for noon night now do it
O is for onyx oxtails and onions
P is for purple peace pinky toes with no bunions
Q is for queen quiet and quest
R is for red riot and required rest
S is for soul singing song
T is for Teal Taj Mahal tone
U is for Universe understanding
V is for violet vote and victory
W is for winning wholeheartedly writing
X is for xenophobia isn’t that exciting
Y is for yes yellow and you
Z is for Zulu people with eyes like moon
Categories:
zulu, art, poetry,
Form: Abecedarian
It has truly been a journey
The sequence of the unexpected
It has truly been an exploration
The discoveries of the ancient
It has truly been a strategy
A building of a nation,
As the water falls into the pot
May the amazement be amazed
As the wind starts to blow
May the unexpected be excepted
As the sky begins to clear
May you know who you are
An ingredient of one's self,
It has truly been a plan
The Unveiling of betrayals
It has truly been a century
The memories of lies
It has truly been amazing
A modification of a nation
Categories:
zulu, adventure, blessing, celebration, change,
Form: Free verse
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning
A nasty fierce looking bad tempered dude
Obscenities flying out without warning
Crabbing bout having to make a living
But enjoying all the many accoutrements
If it wasn't for that, it'd be something else
People just love to complain and vent
A shower and shave, you're almost human
Not one person will ever suspect
That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe
Was a coworker of great respect
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror each morning!
Categories:
zulu, horror,
Form: Rhyme
As the reasons starts to unfold
And the culture takes its formation
May you accept it
You were born to lead
Warrior you are
Decisions were made before your time
Now, a living proof of those
Innovations were formulated before your time
Now, an utilization of those
Strategies were invented before your time
Now, implementation of those
Conquering the world
As your life starts to shape into something that is wonderful
And your uniqueness takes its place
May you accept it
You were born to be a leader
Warrior you are
Categories:
zulu, adventure, africa, appreciation, change,
Form: Free verse
Zuni and Zulu cute twin gorillas
They loved the most insane hairy fellas
They courted them expertly
Fed them sweet chamomile tea
For they were such conniving bellas
Jake and Jim went to their hut for tea
Both fell for Zuni unfortunately
Zulu was so mad
She called them both “Cad”
So neither were offered matrimony
Categories:
zulu, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Limerick
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
A nasty fierce looking bad-tempered dude
Obscenities flying out without warning
Crabbing bout having to make a living
But enjoying all the many accouterments
If it wasn't for that, it'd be something else
People just love to complain and vent
A shower and shave, you're almost human
Not one person will ever suspect
That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe
Was a coworker of great respect
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
Categories:
zulu, morning,
Form: Narrative
Has God accepted
your burning
white flesh
yet?
As the blood seeps into the ground
nourishing the land
that was advanced by civilization.
The raped White carcasses
of White farmers
residents
and their ancestors
made them equal:
To the Black death of the dark continent.
Civilizations' fall
despite the gospel given --
that said love your enemy.
The pagan and tribal era has returned
--to dance upon the White carcass--
of autonomy.
If the savage had not been baptized
in Christ's name;
if he had not been clothed in civilization.
If tribe and chief had not been
absolved for sovereign man
--White man--
would not be supreme.
On the reservation is the tradition
of the primitive; still living their ghost.
Farther South they gather in the jungle...
Are they clothed? Have they heard you Lord?
Among the farthest East --they heard you-- and made you one of them.
Running wild in the streets untamed, the heathen rapes and robs in the name of social justice.
Saying your clothes do not fit and your baptism was not full submersion.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Categories:
zulu, religious,
Form: Free verse
To me you are the
Sea life after you dance when
Can I marry you
Categories:
zulu, love, magic, marriage,
Form: Haiku
Still wondering
trying to understand my title?
well that just a name of my QUEEN,
that is my sister.
Hlengiwe the lady who raised me and my subligs,
in times of deaath, sorrow and weakenesses,
In times of hunger , poorer and anger,
She always hold our hands and say,
"together we can do it"
In days where we lost hope,
she helped us restore it.
She became a mother to us when our own left the world.
We were all young , but she managed to parent us.
When days turn tough she prayed tough,
because no one helped her to be tough,
Only God restored , caltivated and motivated her.
Young as she was she maneged untill we bacame old,
With her prayers and love we grew well.
Look at me now im grown and i am able to write this poetry.
THANK YOU SISTER HLENGIWE KHANYISILE ZULU
Categories:
zulu, childhood, sister,
Form: Epic
Chaka Zulu
Dlungwana son of Ndaba!
the greatest warrior of all times
conceived out of wedlock by his mother Nandi and his father
voracious one of Senzangakhona
son of Nandi kaBebe, the daughter of a Langeni chief
born in Langeni territory at the Nguga homestead
bayete inkosi
The scorpion of Phunga
boy from esiKlebeni homestead
who was cooked in the deep pot of Ntombazi
overcame Msikazi among the Ndimoshes
son of the Mhlathuze Valley and Langeni people
bayete inkosi
Mandla kaNgome
who moved to the Mthethwa people
grew up in the court of Dingiswayo
founded the Ntontela regiment
the impi in the iziCwe regiment
Nodumehlezi
bayete inkosi
Axe of Senzangakhona
the warrior of Mhlathuze River
designer of the aniklwa
the king of KwaBulawayo, at the banks of the Mhodi,
in the Mhlathuze valley,
bayete inkosi
Young raging one of Nbaba!
the cause of Mfecane, Difaqane, Lifaqane
king of the centralized monarchy
builder of the Dukuza
undisputed, almighty ruler
bayete inkosi
Categories:
zulu, april, farewell, father, fathers
Form: Narrative
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
A nasty fierce looking bad tempered dude
Obscenities flying out without warning
Crabbing bout having to make a living
But enjoying all the many accoutrements
If it wasn't that, it'd be something else
People just love to complain and vent
A shower and shave, you're almost human
Not one person will ever suspect
That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe
Was a coworker of great respect
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
zulu, funny, mirror,
Form: Quatrain
The words of the Zulu coconut,
a once coveted souvenir
from an indulgent visit
to festive Mardi Gras.
As our hero speaks
two mice nibble
unobserved
at his
coat.
"Beads
were slung;
doubloons cast.
Grasping tourists
seized the trifling throws.
Floats advanced in the queue
krewes tossed their tokens wildly.
Prize gifts are meant to be given.
So I, Zulu, went from hand to hand."
Meanwhile a mischief of mice emerged
to attack Zulu's varnished coat.
As they quickly devour him,
his paint began its work
within their stomachs
to do the same.
Zulu's last
witnessed
speech:
"Far
better
to restock
the soil of earth.
Better to be spent
as nourishment to some.
Better still to end this life
by sprouting as a seed of hope.
Better than this: "paint may be toxic."
Categories:
zulu, allegory,
Form: Nonet
Related Poems