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More Great African Poetry with Tendai Rinos Mwanaka

Time

Time will be

Time will see

What does time

know of you of me?

Time will be

Time to see

do not let time be

of waste!

For breath is now

and dust one day

let the

peace come to stay.

Beast

Slithering sounds of the beast

echo the walls of the

corridor

unsatisfied with the outcome

of its childlike behavior,

split in the middle,

not for reason but for spite

Oh how the beast hungers for power

grasping after every lowly deed

just to take some of the neighbor even the neighbor

In need.

Beula Kapp

Born and raised in Johannesburg, growing up in the country side surrounded by the beauty of nature, nurtured her love of capturing the beauty in art, music, poetry and life. She enjoys reading and writing poetry, fiction and flash fiction.

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Constance van Niekerk is a South African-based Zimbabwean-born creative writer, poet, music lover, spoken word artist, blogger and educator. She has contributed to several anthologies and published her own poetry collection, Echoes of My Heart. Constance is the Editor of two online publications, ZimOnLineNews and Afrique Beat. Writing is her passion and blogging her obsession…well just a little bit obsessed! Linkedin: za.linkedin.com/in/constancevanniekerk

FOREWARNED!

So you call him 'Prince'

I don't castigate you at all

He treats you like royalty

It's just the beginning,

I know

The inception of your relationship

The honeymoon phase

I presume

You can't believe your luck

You're in pure bliss

I see

Flowers, chocolates and sweet nothings

It is surreal

Enjoy it while it lasts

Soon he will be tired of being

Who he isn't

The shoes will be too tight

There won't be any more pretending

By and by

The animal will replace the gentleman

Slowly but surely

He will break you down with his insults

He will beat you up with his fists

One of these not-so fine days

Love will turn to loathe

Your palace will turn into a prison

The Prince will turn to a Villain

Jealousy you may say

Prophet of Doom you may label me

Forerunner is more appropriate

Consider yourself

FOREWARNED!

To the woman he's loving now

Confessions of a Junkie

Hi, my name is Black Rose

And I'm an addict.

I'm not here for rehabilitation

I have no fancy to cure my obsession.

I yield willingly to this terminal fixation

I brandish it brazenly for all humanity to bear witness.

I voluntarily surrender

To this sweet, seductive habit

I'm hopeless

But need no extrication.

Oh yes,

I'm a freak,

I'm an addict,

I'm a junkie.

My mind and

body cannot function

Without my daily fix

I live by having a drag

Every second

Day by day

My need goes stronger

I'm permanently light-headed

From the cloudy ecstasy

Constantly surrounding me

I'm in total delight

I'm in pure luxury

I'm a freak,

I'm an addict,

I'm a junkie

I'm addicted to your love.