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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.

Constance van Niekerk
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