Month: July 2020

If you think you’ve met good people here on earth,
Then, am sure you’re wrong, wait until you meet my father, StephenMusau Nthuli, you’ll have to reconsider,
Let me introduce you to the most adored school headmaster i know, Mr. StephenNthuli…,
He’s a middle-sized, soft-spoken man who up to today, walks upright even in his early sixties,

You’ll will find my father glued to his rectangular shaped 15 inch telly at nine in the pm,
Watching as well as listening to his “fellow learned friends” from the fourth estate, media,
If you want to make my father a friend, carry with you a big book,
He’s a big fan of literature, something i can feel disturbing my innermost soul,

Father would narrate his life story as we crossed our tiny legs near the fire place,
How our grandpa passed away and there was…

We used to wake up before the reveille of the military drum that awakened soldiers from sleep,
When the elderly acacia trees were shivering out in the cold winter season,
Begging for a cup of hot water as they produced a foul smell that burnt our nostrils,
Putting on a short was the first examination that teased a part of my brain,

Being an elder brother called for parental responsibilities like holding his tiny hand,
Kawasya my small brother was named after the ululating voice that he produced then,
You would take a sugary lollipop from his mouth but his bluster would attract thorough beating,
My father used to adore his last chubby son who would complete the quadrant,

Our shrimpy bare feet ushered in the inaugural slap to the wet land,
Treading through antelope paths that meandered through the forestland,
I used to believe that pocketing some white flowers…

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tag[s]: Fiction exercises on how to create justice, homeless fiction, displacements

Submitted to the cited: C.I.A. on 3119

Hello this is the leader this is a report on pursuant using name: Phyllis who is attempting unjust rapes in public with the use of the enforcement of “police” and other “authorities” such as “librarians” and as here opposed to police and authorities and librarians; difference verified on non-transferable entropy check. She who I believe is actually male is staying at a homeless provision in which I am enmeshed in deployment. Her accusations escalate with support of acting “staff” and “volunteers” End result is there is no way an actual homeless person would be able defend itself away from iterating rapes such is the “enforcement” On a personal note: She further pursued assault by stating that instead it is me hitting her, and that I…

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[Dedicated to rrow, to malki, to rosyw, to monnyw, to branlea]

[cited: c.i.a. deployment basic line notes, Theme: I’m currently having phone problems the computer screen doesn’t work completely when I try to complete the application; but  it works a little ]

She was picky, sick.

Her bode wasn’t swearing in b dub;    it wasn’t the swearing that was so bad.

It was the umbertie and the saddened lazi where she felt that s he knew

Oh she knew, she knew

As it curves, it turns into a women; see look,

I swear it is that way, I promise you the path is there

You’ll definitely see a women, there I mean a woman there

Now, snort with your nose and pretend it’s me; and it’s not an accidental snort

Leachy

She said gramma ain’t about to come to your aid, you know what…

Jeggy wasn’t laughing at the cook; she thought it looked wet is all

all wet and cakey

why wasn’t the reason she felt around her friend

and then all the balls were bubbling and she wasn’t so sure

The smoke and the dots shining on the nail those birds and other

rodents

they are singing or is it called glistening in the pleasants

Sometimes the hill is Sandy

others it is benchy and lots of others

it has friends that are hoppers and pig-like

we used to,

we used to swim,

in iowa the pache-teco was a cube you could dawn under

We felled the rim wasn’t sandy but it was stony

a tony blue with boasts of cousins,

oh my, it’s about famil-e

it is

it-is

She said come on,

Come on in, that’s why we leave the door cracked,

open,

Oil,

Let’s in, stevenson we are

frieds,

Grandma…

DISCLAIMER
this poem is purely fiction, any character or happening
is coincidental and unintentional.

I’m going over the line,
Today, I’m specifically addressing Pauline.
The girl whom I saw and I was smitten,
The one who made my pulse race abnormally within.
The girl whom I want, to be mine.

Pretty Pauline I love your eye lashes,
Wilting when you looking at me,
As if beckoning me to come close.

Pretty Pauline I look at your lips,
And wonder,
What would it be like to just brush mine over them?
Is it saline?
Or silky sugary?
That’s a theory I endeavor to prove.

Pretty Pauline,
When I am alone I tell myself,
‘I won’t fear, I must tell her what I feel!’
But when I approach you,
Your presence is so true,
That it sends weakness to the only part I can use to convince you,
The tongue!

Pretty Pauline…

The problem is,

A small pool of love and I am submerged completely.

I forget that I’m not in an ocean

I take an overdose when I’m not supposed to,

I cross the bridge, even before I get to it.

I love too deeply,

I expect too much.

At the end, I get hurt deeply.

Problem is,

I’m susceptible to love,

I fall too easily,

I don’t have caution,

I believe in love at first sight,

And I love irrevocably,

Truly and entirely

I follow a path I just knew recently,

Confidently you think I’ve known it all my life.

At the end

I wish I’d thought twice.

Problem is I go too far,

And without looking back.

I believe in love without limits, 

Without reservations.

I don’t mind if I get lost,

What is love if not forgetting one self in a world of fantasy?

At the end I…

I have these prying eyes,

For every passing skirt I can’t help but glance and watch, 

Until it vanishes from horizon. 

Even when it friends, 

The order is the same, 

then follows

The probing, 

Exclamations, 

“Wow, she’s hot, 

” Or she’s only good for a one, 

night stand.”

This habit,

Or following with the eyes, 

One time I tripped and landed in a ditch. 

One even, I lost my way. 

I’ve promised myself time and again, 

That I’ll stop, 

But I can’t prevent my eyes from admiring

The undeniable creations of the nature. 

I bet, only if my eyes stop seeing.

©poetry-academe  

Today during my quiet time with God, I felt compelled to share on this blog some of the things I learnt.

We are living in what is an extremely anxious time for a lot of people. I am a suffer of anxiety, so I understand how hard this time of uncertainty is for a lot of people. I also know I need to deal with my anxiety so it doesn’t spiral out of control.

The enemy would love nothing more than for me to cower and retreat. But I will not. Instead, when my anxiety is rising, I turn to God. If I wake up anxious, I start my daily prayer as usual and I pray until the anxiety is faded.

I feel God is telling me, for my own sanity, to praise Him every day for the next 30 days, and stay off social media for those 30 days…