Hold my plea up high,
To the most high.
In whom all power is vested
I weep for my mother’s health and sanity
For she has succumbed to pain close to death,
for failed were vast remedies for the same plight,
to which she ails and writhes in pain day and night
Her own veins have turned corrupt, as such the flow of blood from her heart.
Casting progenies away far from her hut.
The rest being stepped on like a doormat
Such audacity to molest her
Her hairy subordinating itself like wet fur
Demonizing and victimising the few that stay erect like ears if a hare
Once so fruitful, yet now so barren and bare.
She once boasted of a full basket for her kids and neighbors to share.
Until some of her kids robbed her and left her without even a pair.
For her cheeks knows not the temperature of a smile but that of a tear
For it ranks in the epitome of the semiotics of fear
For drained is all the courage she used to bear
To down the fighter like a bear
Insecurities distraught her all the times she had to check the rear
Warry of anyone who dares to come near……
Of a Rose-that of Sharon
By Tatenda “Colourful Villain” Matake
My eyes were dazzled by thy aesthetic INCARNATION
When I glanced at thee, a neon SHONE
Thy beauty is like a rose, that of SHARON
And when you told me they named you SHARON
Then I knew that was their CONNOTATION
A few smiles and words spat, enough to leave me all SMITTEN
Of my desire for you, I became CERTAIN
From the commencement of our SOCIALISATION
Much to the demise of your REALISATION
There’s no fallacy knitted in this INCARNATION
Or in his noble PROCLAMATION
For his desire to be your romantic COMPANION
When I speak of you, it’s a different kind of INCANTATION
An occult dialect, only for your TRANSLATION
In my heart and thoughts, I’ll never seek your DELETION
And to my AFFECTION,
And desire for you, no DEPLETION
The feeling of being with you mocks my IMAGINATION
Of which I yearn for MANIFESTATION
Please, in parity, merge yours with MINE
Be MINE
For you have the very core of my biology kept like a FELONY
I’ll never make you FROWN
And to your face, of a smile, a SHINE
Daily I’ll shine your CROWN
For your fabric is that of a QUEEN
I got my armour ON
For you, ready to shine ON
My all for you to OWN
What a pearl to your CROWN
Death
It’s satiric how death bring people together
To witness a whole life and legacy light weighted and blown away like a feather
Easy for the departing but for the remainder it’s far a bother
For once gone there will be no other
It’s an inexplicable pain for the mother
And a spit on the legacy of the father
For some it comes with pain for some in their sleep rather
For some gnashing of the teeth and no breather
But all to be downed by loved ones in-gather
The memorial supposed to sooth is a constant reminder
That of them ,there’s no remainder
For our souls it’s a plunder
And theirs a lost of , only the Creator to be the finder
What God hath put on earth the world has thus put asunder
RIP MIMOSA MAPONGA!!!!
A foul cry
Second chances are the refuge of men who FAIL.
Try and fathom the demise after all that TOIL. Excuses are choruses of those in FOUL.
Too much utter without depiction is all a HOWL
Only in surrender do you throw the TOWEL
Intellect can land a seat at the BALL
.While chivalry’s boat steers into a BRAWL.
The gullible and naive taken as LOYAL.
Chivalry will fate you into a royal TOOL.
And land you among warriors stupidly gloatin in CHORAL.
