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Madalitso Mwaungulu Poem
Blind senses of my soul
keep on protruding in my mind
Pop,pop, popping
inside my head
hot tears flow down my cheeks
as silent words shout unsung
songs
silent hymns dominate my erect
eardrums
Minds are blinded,
notches of heavy hearts misled
as the intellect produce Havoc,
Havoc of no purpose at all
And the young buds slip down
the slippery road
the road to destruction
taking with them our discordant
dreams
as sachetted whisky rule their
blood streams
current affairs,poison to their
ears
daylight snatching,songs that
entertain their null heads
as their mental intellect stays
chaste
when the royals on the hill
shambles their produce
while fake smiles swallow their
sweat
and a cough they produce not
though they are sick and ill
minds they have condensed
emotions they have frozen
and click,click, a lock
locking their naked hearts in
cages
while letting their intellect rot
and their futures stuck
a deliberate conception of no
words
is it choice, fear or mere humility?
That they sniff a fathers dangling
pseudopod
snatching the innocence of
sisters pride?
And zip their loud toilets?
That they see a brother in the
streets
and fail to drop a coin, or even a
shirt?
When will you take the wheel
youths of Malawi?
To steer the ship to other tides?
To take a sober leap of leadership
that will transform the poor land?
Melodies i sing- melodies of
shame
Copyright © Madalitso Mwaungulu | Year Posted 2014
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Madalitso Mwaungulu Poem
COUNTERFEIT LOVE
By Madalitso Jasper Mwaungulu
Painless emotions display the hurt in my butt
My eyes twinkle like little stars
As the watery flow shine out
Reflecting the captive freedom you put me into
I am a free prisoner of love
Pushed by your selfish desires
Abandoned by your royal lowness
My life somersaulted out of the league
Everything I knew changed
Everything I understood became oblivion
My intellect masked by your smiling tender-hearted face
I now understand that even the strongest hearts melts
They cry, they break, they harden, they soften and they forgive
But they never forget
How can they forget?
How can they see when the mist of your deception
Engulfs their perception?
Eagles cry deep in the sky
While hovering over naked smiles
Happiness of young hearts snatched
And onto the rock of Saturn smashed
When selfish ambitions walks pompously in
The corridors of their little love hearts
Proclaiming fear in their ventricles
Their pure first love you snatched
Now they can’t love anymore because
You vanished
They counted their joy in you
Gained their strength
And admonished their girth
Disappointingly, they’re broken
And they can’t be mended
Even glue a vague adhesive to bend.
They cry, they bleat, they moan, they whine, they whimper and they wail
Not because they choose to
Or forced to
But because they’re used to
As their minds dredge up the joy your presence caused
Searching and scouring for your return
Your humble entry back into their hearts
Not to mend but to build them again
To say the truth
They don’t smile anymore
But they are drenched in fear
When they see your resemblance
They don’t smile because you took their smile
Together with you when you left
You took their peace
And they live in fear
Not fear of whom or what or where
But fear of you
And I only realize
That your love was only counterfeit
Copyright © Madalitso Mwaungulu | Year Posted 2015
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Madalitso Mwaungulu Poem
Ahoy! Lips muzzling down the drain
Minds trying to digest
The four stomachs try to churn the chime
As everything fills up
Filled with the scent of your lies
I vow to you and you alone
That I will give my heart to no other but you
No bones will bother your carcass
Nor no tears mock your cheeks
For I will give you what you deserve
Nothing less, everything more
Whose words are those Nyamathanga?? Eh!
Streams of tears fill the gullies of my cheeks
Fertile hearts eroded by your greed and ungratefulness
The warmness of the sun no longer sustains my soul
For all I can think is your lies
Only your lies Nyamathanga
I used to sleep like a madman
With smiles attacking my lips
Smiling in my dreams
But now I snore like a train
Because of you Nyamathanga
I have eyes, he has
I have a nose, he has
I have legs, he has
What makes him Ronaldo and me Gabadinho??
What makes him take my place in your heart?
Nyamathanga, you are the sorrow of my youth
I will never forget the day I opened you
Nor I forget the day I first kissed you
I remember very well
It was there in front of them
Oh! Yes, them the vendors
With ululations and whistles filling the atmosphere
As our lips parted
Copyright © Madalitso Mwaungulu | Year Posted 2015
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Eyes untangles the twining nodes of your blouse
Exposing nectar factories that taunt naughty minds
As their mouths leak the righteous nudity of their oblongata
Their hands stay restless while their nostrils sniff your underwear
Pseudopodia protrudes between your two legs
As rain shadows form behind your eyes
With each and every pulse
Silent cries of pain follows
While their hearts jeers with excitement
And their bodies shriek and wriggle
To the sweetness of your pain
To one by one destruction comes
As their pseudopods are dipped Into the volcanoes of cold fire
Because they understood not what wisdom meant
When she mentioned that a tree falls only to where it leans
Because HIV now cheers in their veins
AIDS is real guys-be careful where you lean
Copyright © Madalitso Mwaungulu | Year Posted 2015
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Madalitso Mwaungulu Poem
Light lights the darkness
And in turn the darkness darkens the light
A battle rages on
Seemingly never to stop
Who will rule the time?
For darkness rules the night
And light fights through the day
No! Light rules both night and day
Aha! Look at the moon- its light but shines in the night
It shines through the rays of tender hearts
With the wind whispering destruction
As trees and braches shake off
Paying witness to our lost intellect
You seek warmth in the solace of the wild
And find excitement in our lost wisdom
The moon and the stars shine
Leading us to our desolation
Clear paths lead us
Down the sweet sour pavement
Copyright © Madalitso Mwaungulu | Year Posted 2015
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