Afrique Beat
African poetry
The Foul Mouthed Grub
Spilling stinking raw sewage and a foul mouthed politician have everything in common;The churlish and kraken weasel who is foul mouthed spewed raw sewage,he spouted feces from his venom,his mouth never knew a damn rhyme.His mouth had a virus,that stopped a verseA hubris and an atheist,whose mouth spoke sewer to spill excrement,like the ghetto in … Continue reading
In Prison
By Obey Chiyangwa We sleep on thin sagging legs,wobbling, weary-sodden sticks,we still fall fast asleep while afoot,very scary dreams on our sore feet,bunk beds are for seniors in rank,the chamber pot is a serious stink,food morsels are coarse and stale,they trickle the bluish-grey of bile,our cell floors remain water-logged,we swim both the foul and the … Continue reading
Upclose and Personal with Zimbabwean writer, Tafadzwa Lemuel Chiwanza
“I was born a writer…”Zimbabwean Author and poet, Edward Dzonze aka NRS (NamelesRadioStation) , talks to fast rising writer and poet Tafadzwa Lemuel Chiwanza on the inaugral edition of Monday Morements which seeks to bring the writers closer to their readers NRS :Welcome to the inaugral edition of Monday Morements Tafadzwa.In brief, who is this … Continue reading
Aluta time
Candles on the candelabra burned out
forming waxy mountains around their feet,
It just might be love
A poem by Constance van Niekerk ©2019 From a distanceIt looks like loveSending each otherEvery love emoji in the phone 😍Cyber hugs 🤗Cyber kisses 😘Who knew of their existence 🤷It just might be love ❤️ From a distanceIt looks promisingNothing can dampen the spiritsPerhaps except a low battery🔋And the frequent loadsheddingThat can really be frustrating!Love … Continue reading
A Season of Grief
Tell me,What it is like, on the other side…where the stream of consciousnessceases to flow and silence ensueswhere thoughts of shared joy andsorrow, song and verse,are carefully tucked awayin memoryburying it all in a sandy heap,where ‘nothing’ reigns andeverything is forgotten,And Youinto ‘The Fading Sun’ you disappearleaving behind a trail ofblank-verse, whispering…‘I Don’t Know Why … Continue reading
I am not judging you
A poem by Constance van Niekerk Continue reading
Good old acts
took time to hateloving easilybook promo’ fatewriting daily speak out the muteshouting quitelylook south for foodthe craving hungry smoke some you shouldthese words art cigarshome streets are rudeteaching one kindness there now and inhaling itfriendly gas ton to the ozoneshare then with one mateanyone considered your own let someone promotegood old acts for a changelest … Continue reading
Falsehood
from the mother continentvictims overshadowedto the ones now troubledvulnerable globe at hand sour sorrow makessweet sense nowpast tears our gainrain from above follow that tweetdigital know howworst fears sweetbees to their hive mere words on a pagedivas angels on wingsan act afro mid stagewords lords of rings as i watch the children playwondering why we … Continue reading
Morning Glory
morning gloryink to a scrollparts one bodyready to roll feeling sorryhearts as hard as rocksfeeding manysouls dark light knocks making moneylazy bones online trickssensing worryhearing the silent speak lonely hypeempty the homeland streetsthe only typeafro poet on a touching spree local vibemerely ritual instinctswondering whyworthy the lyrical hints. © ISAAC RAMOSHIDI BOKABA isaaclion.bandcamp.com
Come softly to me
A poem by David Mungoshi ©2015 Come softly to me sweet dewdropLike the rain after a prolonged lullLike sweet nothings from a whispering breeze Walk gently by my sideHold my hand like you’ll never let goLike one whose dream has come true Make life a perpetual walk in the parkMake it a song about never-ending … Continue reading
The End – a poem by Zizwe the Poet
On day my pen will stop bleeding,My hand will stop scribbling,The paper will be dry,A lot of people will cry,And I will be no more,Things will never be like before,Four corners of the soil will be ready to swallow my body,My soul will be from somebody to no body,It will be taking it destination,Leaving this … Continue reading
Freedom fight
freedom fightthe pen at warkingdom knightserve my lord stress let passaim for peacewhile it lastsstay at ease that is whenvulnerable you are deemedan uncut gemadorable how it all seemed cut later then highly pricedincluding its remnantsset minor backing more liesenjoyed the dividends freedom fightwords on showday to nightthe seed i sow. © ISAAC RAMOSHIDI BOKABA
FOREVER WITH ME
I found our picture from forgotten years agowhen love and happiness was all we knewwe looked like we were blessed by the hands of foreverbut here I am now reminiscent over our dusty picture tears flood my sad face for my brain is storming with sensitive memoriesI can still hear the sound of terror when … Continue reading
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