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Michelo Mweetwa Poem
We used to click without clicks
We embraced and bumped fists
We killed time on the side walk
We saw each other just to talk
We used to ink passages
We used to sniff paper carrying messages
We used to wrap love letters in envelopes
We used to post them with trust and hope
We used to laugh out loud with joyous elation
We now laugh out loud with acronyms and animation
We used to walk to each other or phone
We now login, time out and we are gone
Our words get synchronised into digits
Our emotions picturised into emojis
Our thoughts desperate for another’s likeness
Our connectedness inspired by our biases
We are on different ends of a line
We are lusting for someone alike
We are slowly losing a grip of our minds
As we feed on prejudices and likes
Something about us has faded away into cyberspace
Something about us is trapped in a 6 inch screen interface
And we feel the loneliness, when the keyboard comes on
With the world at our fingers tips, oblivious of the fondness of a companion
We’ve captured the best of us for the world to admire
We’ve detached the rest of us, for what we’re enticed to aspire
How much of us can we channel from within
If we have lost ourselves on the touch screen
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2018
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Oh Africa, my Africa
You have the birthmark of civilisation
But shaped like a question mark of nations
Asking us why we flee
When we claim to be free
Your skies are the earth's brightest
But your land swallows the most innocent
If the wounds of slavery have healed
Why do we still run for the hills?
Those you gave us to lead
Have abandoned us to bleed
They dig your land for mass graves
They trade your stones for blood shed
My Africa, you are the pain under the headdress on a woman
My Africa, you are an empty bowl in the hands of the poor
My Africa, you are the empty words of a politician
My Africa, you are sailing and lost on the Mediterranean
What happened to your drums of victory?
What happened to the pride of your history?
We remember your dream on the 25th of May
And forget about it on the next day
Oh Africa, my Africa
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2017
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I sip and think
I slip and sink
If drinking was building, I would have owned a pyramid
I sip and pee
I sleep at three
If drinking was studying, I would have owned a Phd
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2018
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To my friends and family
You are the ones who let me in
When I need an Inn
Even when I have to stay in a kraal
You will still make that call
On this day of joy and love
I wish you happiness
As described by the beatitudes
Happiness that blossoms in any weather
Outgrowing weeds lashed together
Another day will follow this day
I pray the spirit with stay this way
Merry Christmas
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2017
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I live to believe
I treasure tomorrows
I measure yesterdays
I forget sorrows
I grab praises
Every story unfolds
Even when untold
My footsteps and breathes
Are the threads of my will and my fate
The sound of my name
Will always feel the same
An existence in an age
No other being can replace
The dimensions of your life
Run differently from mine
Time is the thing that fills space between
Now and everything yet to be seen
I seek everything unknown
Bygones are all things gone
I am reborn with every sunrise
I never succumb to the surrender of darkness
Today is for meaning, tomorrow is for hope
I own the future by dreaming it, and because time won’t stop
A moment may be snippet of time
But a moment can be all that counts
I live because I believe
I live to believe
I live
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2018
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The wild belongs to the wild
The world belongs to the world
I stay safe and stay away
Because nature was designed that way
You can’t escape the reason why
All carnivores are so spry
An unleashed paw in your flesh
Is not worth a stroll on a lion's turf
A roar of a lion is not a buzzing house fly
It’s an unwelcome politeness, take flight
If feasting on buffalos is how they dine
Then your blood can only be dessert red wine
Don’t let your flesh invite the canines
Don’t get de-boned just for facebook likes
Lions never takes a stroll in our streets
Why should I trespass on theirs, with camera flicks?
My love for lions is a relationship from a distance
We don’t trust each other but I keep the romance
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2018
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A night’s rest is never enough for the city always calls
A new day is like a page flip from the time a night falls
A breakfast can be leftover supper to empty bowls
Or a smile for sparing the lives of crowing fowls
I duck human traffic as I rush for my day’s grind
It is just like a switch flip, how I forget what I left behind
I have one hope but a million calculations in my mind
I take the same turns and corners but I always hope for a new find
I am a jack of all trades and I can trade like a jack
When there's a lack of luck, when I slack, I turn into a flack
Tomorrows become like yesterdays, if today slumbers
Time is mostly regrets and money, it is never just numbers
Bouyant is what we all are as the tide of struggles flows
We all float to a destiny regardless of the type of oars
We rushing through rapids to a sea where everything slows
On this voyage of life the compass points at one thing, anything goes
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2021
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I have watched winds fade away, her foot marks in the sand
Watched, as the sight of her got swallowed in a distance
Her last words still echo like a loud whisper in my mind
Last words whose meaning is difficult to find
“Good” and “bye” should never bond
It’s full of bad, its sound and its tone
Kisses and hugs are for a moment
But their absence is a great torment
Love craves for a lifetime and beyond
Love prays for a lifetime till all recitations are gone
Good and bye cannot be friends
There is no good which means an end
Apart and away, who will watch me like her eyes did
Apart and away, who will touch me like her hands did
Apart and away, who will call me like her voice did
Apart and away, who will know me like mind did
Tides of tears flow in the cracks of my heart
Memories and fears fill up the emptiness inside
Promises and dreams are like a dim light
Suffocated like loneliness in the darkest night
Building inside me were melodies and words
That shot out and diffused in the air
They floated around, lost like flightless birds
They search for flowers and found them nowhere
Surrounding me are walls with no photogragh to hang on
An audience to a show without an act or a song
A stroll without a companion
A call with no ears to fall on
Tracks of love, tracks of her
Tracks of love, marks of her
Foot marks of love, is all I see when I stare
Foot marks of love, that lead me to nowhere
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2018
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Dancing trees, clapping leaves
In their shade a whistling cool breeze
We listen to nature breathe
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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A knife stab on a man
Hurts as much on a kid
He has to remain mum
A brave face to cede
A woman on his side, on the other a son
Two souls to shield, emotions never freed
He has strength to lift a tonne
And more to make his tears recede
He holds the tears back like a dam
When his boiling anger feeds
His heartbreak may have no span
But he won’t flip a lid
Lucid is heartbreak to a woman
It is heart dust to a man crushed to plead
A moon ray in the absence of the sun
Sparkles a tear drop on his eyelid
When the world looks away he becomes human
Allows his tears to flow and dilute his bleeding
He knows crying a river killed no one
But bleeding a river did
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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