Some Poems

Some Poems…..

 

Flowing, just like Mama’s fat tears

Which really worried and confused me

On Sisy Martha’s graduation as a nurse,

Some poems are.

 

Counting the fine legs of a millipede

Is it taxing or adventurous?

The answer is best known to the individual.

Some poems are just  like that.

 

I have seen people going wild,  attacking, destroying,  revolting.

Yes a real revolution being formed.

Demanding Freedom, Peace, Equality, not forgetting Transparency!

Believe me, some  poems are fuel they use.

 

A mistress, imagine, an angel for that sense,

Falling in the ugly  and scrupulous hands of a born-crook

Who plays sense with imagery, rhythm, meter……………

Some poems shed many in grief,  anger,  disappointment, depression……

 

Words so rich, so powerful, of love’s own making

Expressing best the inner coating of the heart,

The refined thought of the wandering mind.

Some poems are wonders coupled with miracles when read.

 

Of course, some either are poisonous or dangerous.

Whilst others are action-packed and consumable.

But some remain  numerous outlets

Of both sorrow and joy: Emotions……………………

 

 

by Musimwa

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