1.Beauty of colour
On the Canvas of verve,
brushstrokes have done their mileage,
the hand waltzed its way through empty spaces,
sweeping through blank paces,
gunning its way despite mental blocks,
It kept on flirting, splashing ‘n’ spattering paint,
till life size metaphors linger like the warriors plumage,
Cupping our dazzled eyes,
We marvel at the beauty of ink,
painting the colours of love
‘n’hate
With meanings prominently awaiting elucidation.
Yes minds are stirred to reflect,
the gist behind colours,
When we refrigirate moments of joy ‘n’hapiness,
Through images that speak ‘n’ rhyme.
Yes we now know,
We now feel,
The power of paint
On the canvas of love,
Stretching variety beyond time ‘n’space.
2.Money changer
Salutation to the brave new world!!
of Conquerors of the alleys,
Your empire has grown its size,
woe to a stone cold sphere!!!
were bliss has turned its back,
on desert rock-hard jungles,
of hard denomination deals,
n’ dollar strong pockets
habitat of hearts that reside in pouches.
Hail to the captains of the lane corner!
vermin of the street-ways
only ones who can furnish Nandos,
whose cash is cast out of emaciated air,
through golden hands flaunting wads of notes,
while time swallows the pitiable,
muddling for a petite dough.
From the street curvatures dollars swapped,
while you roast in unending files,
gridlocking for a dollar ‘r’dime,
others will be hounding riches,
while you busy chasing witches
‘n’ legions of demons ‘n’wizards,
in brutal ‘n’ banal escalating loops of paucity.
Yes, your initiation has just begun,
Welcome to the club,
of wall less banks,
lying in grimy pocket ‘n’ hand-banks,
fattened with banknotes,
Would this be the way?
Were roads lead to nowhere,
Yes your kingdom crumbles,
Like a deck of cards,
It tumbles to the ground.
3.Ant in the shank
Ant in the stem,
so out of the azure,
wondered how you stray too far,
from your earthly retreat,
of castles beyond penetration,
Only to fall trap to man morphed monuments.
Here you are, prisoner in a mini mechanical waterfall,
A world of pungent piss, spit ‘n’ defecations,
What a great peril?
Navigating to a leopard’s only affiliate bash,
Nowhere to go! nowhere to hide!
Serve to project your miniature legs ,
on slippery and smothered walls of the scullery
chambers.
Another flash!Another piss!
What next? Flashhhhhhhhhhh!
Gojomu!gojomu!gojomu!
A hell of a tidal wave,
Sweeping all into the sewer,
Till there is nothing other than,
turbulent waters angrily hissing in the lavatory pot.
5.Fleet-foot
As the year comes down,
And the curtains close,
Anxiety fills the atmosphere,
With people panting for the last buys,
Meanwhile the clock tick tocks its way to X-mass,
While your unexpected visitors dock ,
Ushering in an element of surprise,
Our mind awaits the dawn of a new day,
What will it bring?
What will it withhold?
Well, the answer lies in time,
the greatest adversary of truth.
Yes fleet footed we have to hoof,
path encumbered with bread,
Till we knock on that door,
The gateway to success,
Conjoining a world where we give poverty blows.
6.Warbles
No timbre is so saccharine,
like the sugary trills,
from the winged pilots of the air,
Chipping, churning n’quavering melodies,
That appease your ears,
raving your mind,
to the world tower of cavernous cogitations,
where ears partakes nature’s food.
Chocolate éclairs aren’t cloyed,
Like the syrupy assonance,
Pouring out of life-size beaks,
Unplugged but wired by nature,
To load ‘n’ reload your ears,
Till you feel the sweet croon,
Piercing ‘n’ tearing your quintessence into smitherings.
Dawn breaks with a contagious contralto,
While noon creeps, baby like with a sugared crescendo,
but as the darkness draws closer,
melodies at sunset shepherd you into the night ,
retiring your tired frame to its rest ,
like birds taking to their nest,
I hope you have a good day.
7.PEELING OFF
At the break of dawn the neighbourhood still drowns ‘n’ dazzles ,
in thoughtful degrees of slumber,
morning discovers us breathing and snoring the night away.
At the blink of an eye,
Unsullied air avails itself,
like a cool summer breeze,
Dissolving ‘n’ cozying into light,
While time’s onion layers excoriate,
Throwing away evening slough,
In exchange of the days shining armour,
The candle of life,
That drives us to sunset,
as the cooing doves retire to their bedrooms.
10.NIGHT OUT
Night out in a frenzied city,
Where florescent glows swallow darkness,
While sparkling glows pierce their arrow-heads,
slicing spaces of endless time.
Flash-lights! Towerlights!, Disco-lights!
Scintillate their sharp rays,
Beaming phantom glows across indulgent faces.
Till they scorch laden fizzy space,
Choking your breath ‘n’ filling up lungs.
Meanwhile drum sounds roar,
sending my bones into antical fidgets ‘n’ jiggles,
paralled by the coiled posture of a desert snake,
Yes I dance the night away,
I dance the time away,
The Nocturnal reveler trapped,
in a spiders web of joy.
Where joy greedily swallows night,
It is Harare indeed,
A place were the sun never sets.
11.Other life
Dazzling lights droop so high,
Like the chandeliers of shangra-li,
flashes of light scintillate the air,
showering the slippery concrete,
Yes it is here, on this space,
Where ship like feet navigate the floor,
Sliding in frenzied attics of waltz.
More coins!More joy!!!!!!!!!!
Till the juke –box coughs music ,
spitting pieces of vinyl, one after the other,
while simultaneously feeding from your pocket.
It is the other existence,
Where glee floats flag high,
In a world ruled money.
12.IN MOTION
Strange how days swell
Morphs our world,
Through age ‘n’ place,
Yesterday winter had us helplessly incarcerated,
In the deep freezer of tropical winter,
Till this blazing summer heat,
shook away the, wintry pressure,
Only to have us scorched,
In the radiating summer sun.
Yes we are, dwellers in transient seasons,
Where dark vapors gather,
thundering ‘n’ brooding with rumbling echoes,
punctuated by outbreaks of lightning ‘n’thunder
intermittently shaking’n’slicing mother earth,
into little islands.
Earth waltzes ‘n’ squirmishes,
To the celestial beat of heaven,
Knitting’n’weaving our dreams to nature,
From hotland to everglade,
Raindrops trickle erasing foot-prints,
Till the soil douses heavily soggy,
Ready for the hoe to muddy its edges,
In a new planting season.
On the bedside of hope,
We have to cope.
13.Pain
Do not talk about pain ,
even if you are from Spain.
everything is a twinge ,wrapped soreness ,
from my tired feet to my aching psyche,
experience has taught us to revere the sting,
for my mind reminisces
footprints shuttling to ‘n’fro,
infirmary beds ‘n’ theatre room,
through life- size sutures,
Leaping man made hurdles,
but alas We are conquerors of anguish,
Born ‘n’ nourished
Amply grilled ‘n’drilled
Through
the flames of a mortal combat.
Yes, like figured figures of a disfigured past,
Envisioned through borrowed spectacles
We try to recollect a shattered dream,
Seen through clouded eyes,
shodless, we limp on ,
In paths paved with briars ‘n’thorns.
14.Build ability
In the pantry of my mind,
Assorted tones of mental –
stock,
Instituted their way.
Daily piling up one after the other,
Gunning corners ‘n’ contours
Till the oval cranium,
Swelled with mountains of gray matter,
Of ideas seeking an internal anchor,
All in the build up of a mental castle,
Stronger like the walls of Great Zimbabwe.
15.A new place
Yes, these big walls still stand tall like yesterday,
Piercing their heads through the same Harare air,
Serve the name ,
The user, customer,
The titillating and magnificent space,
That drove bibliophiles in droves ,
To quench their thirst in an oasis of literary savor.
All has vanished,
For now, life-size coffins parade,
While cold refrigerators rumble the cellar,
On the extreme end, a Chinese shop shares the space,
To all those in there thirties ‘n’ forties
As you pass by, you can still recall those days,
when you could call in for a peek at
the volumes of printed matter.
16.Benign pain
Life goes,
Light smolders,
Blood surges,
Through rivulets ‘n’ spumes of blood,
via twisty avenues of intersecting veins,
Slicing up our corporeal being.
Still we feel, this benign agony,
Stealthily pricking its way,
From our fatigued soles,
through clogged artistic corridors,
of mental industry,
to broken hearts ‘n’spines.
Yes, the sting is me,
We are the twinge,
The crude dung,
That makes life what it is.
17 .Late at night
It is late at night, when all lies silent,
Serve drippy, hiss of rusty water pipes,
Baked by the croaking bullfrogs,
From the roadside potholed water
the spitefulness of an angry darkness,
envelopes my bleak horizon,
while we are turned to nocturnal consumers,
whose supper coincides with that of the jackals.
Through the muffled rasp of my respiring heart,
I still feel
the shrill ‘n’ snoring trumpets,
I shudder to think what tomorrow has in store
meanwhile outside!!
howling ‘n’barking ‘n’ mewing sounds reverberate,
sending cowards scuttling to their world of undergrowth.
Milimetrically my eyes shut their doors,
Excluding darkness to the periphery,
While my eyes sinks,
introverted in horrific dreams,
of a place called home.
18. Rise Up
With the crow of the cork,
My feet tingle for a flex,
Ready to ferry a weary frame,
Through pedestrial rides in
Summer-baked ‘n’ rain drenched earthly soils,
Till footprints speak loudly,
Of endless journeys,
through desperate hounds for life.
19. Of Broken Hearts
My heart is choked,
Lifeless like an orange squeezed,
Breathless like a bottle of larger gripped,
By a thirsty drinker,
I reel under a compressive force,
Till my skin is wrinkled ‘n’ callous,
till the last drop of juice
My spirit is washed-out,
Like an faded satin jean,
My face boldly speaks
“No vacancy! No feelings!!”
Serve broken dreams’n’unmended hearts.
19.Lonely nights
Lonely nights spreads.
Blanketing my bleak horizons,
Till my thoughts spiral,
in endless ropes of miles,
stretching through apparitions,
of legions of demons
leaving my body frozen,
like a refrigerated chicken awaiting,
an x-mass mid-day bash.
20.Long legs on it again.
thirsty to the throat,
elongated legs took to the ambush,
with a nose dive,
like a rocket shooting upwards,
she swerves acrobatically,
in an orgy of frolics,
despite blank volleys
to her failure is never a preference,
irritation effervesently shoots to the acme,
through spectacle, smell ‘n’heat,
her radar picks the victim
drilling’ n’ sharpening her stylet
another fly down,
another bite,
sinking the nasty duo of maxillae ,
deep!eep!! deep!! into the dermal tissue,
quick! quick!! injecting the anticoagulant,
the floodgates are secured,
have you ever felt?
how blood surges out of
the poisoned dermis.
x-mass
The year hastily goes to its eclipse,
Santa Claus makes his entry in town,
but his absence is clear in the ghetto,
even though sister Jean puts on red stiletto,
Tiptoeing to 'n' fro the shops,
while the watchman of our city,
Big Brother keeps a close eye,
on who is who?
Every year we have Christmas
a big!! big!!day for commerce?
or remembrance of the great birthday?
or the time of giving?
Cover me
yes plaster me,
your beauty I can see,
your love I can feel,
for you ‘n’ me we have a consummation deal,
so deep like the ocean,
for I fell into you without caution,
Spread your love around,
Let us gain some ground,
pour your mane over me,
So that I can only see beauty.
23.Les visiteurs du soir
No warning!
No appointments!
No knocking on the door,
But someone was already inside,
In the dead midst of a dark night.
Were darkness greedily swallows any faint of light,
Yes, something happened to me,
For I a burning dream,
Through my hypnotic eyes,
I beheld an uncanny creature!
Playing havoc with my life
forcefully busy shovel feeding my shut mouth,
Till I woke up to find nothing but
My pillow drenched in vomit,
“who is it?” I yelled
“Les visiteurs du soir”echoed the reply.
Long legs on it again.
thirsty to the throat,
elongated legs took to the ambush,
with a nose dive,
like a rocket shooting upwards,
she swerves acrobatically,
in an orgy of frolics,
despite missed target,
to her failure is never a preference,
irritation effervescently shoots to the acme,
through spectacle, smell ‘n’heat,
her radar picks the victim
drilling’ n’ sharpening her stylet
another fly down,
another bite,
sinking the nasty duo of maxillae ,
deep! deep!! deep!! into the dermal tissue,
quick! quick!! injecting the anticoagulant,
the floodgates are secured,
have you ever felt?
how blood surges out of
the poisoned dermis.
