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Best Poems Written by Rolyvianne Simanu

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A Tune Out of Line

Dim the lights low and let me dance,
To the memory of you engraved in my brain.
As they lowered you to your palace with a timing,
My whole being, drained.

Mentally, emotionally, physically,
You tore.
Yet you gave everything up willing,
I couldn’t bother to ask for more.

A twirl for the laughs, 
A sashay for the tears.
Don’t brighten the lights just yet,
I’m still mourning for my dear.

Sway, sway, sway through the room,
The drums in beat to your beatings,
The piano, o! The piano,
In tune with your teachings.

A tune for a dance that has been meticulously practiced,
And, as repulsive as it may sound, I HAVE dreamt of dancing to this tune before.
Before,
You were lowered.
Before, criers of the spheres arrived.
Before, all else.
Before our reality has turned into nothing but a memory that I now sway to.

Therefore…

Dim the lights low and let me dance,
Let me wallow,
Let me die slowly inside,
Let me twirl till my heart’s content,
Let me rejoice for the greater good,
To the memory of you engraved in my brain.
As they lowered you to your palace with a timing,
My whole being, drained.

Aeilnnorvy. S

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As the Sun Sets

As the sun sets,
Traditionally;
We would sit in a circle,
Inside our fale to sing,
Songs of worship,
And to give thanks to our living God.

As curfew ends,
We would bring out the meal we’ve prepared,
And Traditionally;
Our elders are served first.
As each evening passed,
That was our routine.

Now…

As we’ve adapted,
We no longer sit in a circle.
We’ve been too busy,
That the comfort of our aiga;
Is of no importance.
Hence;
As the sun sets,
Tradition has come to an end. 


fale= european house
aiga= family

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Welcome Ceremony

AVA!
He calls out.
AVA!
He mightily calls out.

A ceremony for guests,
A ceremony for society.

The groomed formality,
The unity,
The shared mount.
AVA!
He calls out.
AVA!
We welcome.

AVA= kava drink / welcome ceremony

Aeilnnorvy.S

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Sinful Thoughts

Restless minds of eternal thoughts.
Even in sleep,
They resurface as dreams.
Pause;
A while to ponder.
Instead they zoom right in,
Causing havoc between dreams and reality.
What have I done?

I am the Alpha of my thoughts,
Although my Omega needs to be sought.
 ‘Oh lord!’ is my cry,
‘End this weariness,’
‘Show me the light.’
For;
I am being tormented;
By my own mind.


Rolyvianne Simanu.

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Fantasy

You see,
Majority of my time is the concerned thought of,
You, with me.

A foolish fantasy,
A just and content concept of,
You, with me.

You see,
I’ve critiqued and brutally criticized myself thinking of,
You, with me.

Change in habits, self-harm,
Drained myself, mentally and physically, at the possibility of,
You, with me.

However, you’re blameless.

You see,
It’s my fault for ever thinking of,
You, with me.

For even hoping, at the tiniest of attention you give,
And to the minimal energy you pour out.
For following like a lost puppy whilst you lead me on.
For ever dreaming, and wishing to see,
You, with me.

You see,
Perhaps I’m a bit senile for,
I have YET to grasp the fact that,
We will never be.



Epilogue
(And now I have, the notion of us to EVER BE, devours me, as I’ve always preferred the relationship we had in my head to the one we HAD in reality.) 

Aeilnorvy.S

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Sisters Riot

Was it spontaneous?
Now I’m broken.
Was it worthwhile?
Because it’s permanently scarred.
Sorry?

Joy and love,
Consumed me, when I saw you.
Instead, the devilish grin you sent,
Put a dagger,
To my heart.

Blinded, was I.
For thinking, ‘blood is thicker than water.’
Yet, the soul is such an impeccable thing;
Even your own blood,
Can turn you over.

Thus in time, ‘we forgive and forget’
And we shan’t see face to face.
Why? You might ask.
I’m six under, with your dagger in my heart.

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Metal and Flesh

My knight in shining Armour,
My sword,
Bittersweet and sour.
Harmful, yet harmless.

My executioner when I’ve wronged,
My savior in my distress.
A compatible pair;
Metal and Flesh