John Sensele Poems

Zambia is my cherished home
Despite her imperfections
I love her no matter where I roam
Because Zambia softens my predilections.
...

Coldness is the monkey on my lover's back
Stealing her heat, chilling her heartbeat
Spewing an inconvenience stack
Through her arms, through her feet.
...

Along the tortuous path of life obstacles stalk
My shadow as I encounter livid darts and large hearts
Which sharpen my skills, to teach me not to baulk
Opportunities to cleanse frailties within royal ramparts.
...

Teacher, you are the hero
Who recognizes my potential
Taps my innate talents from zero
To transmute my work-in-progress into material presidential.
...

Don't jump on a bandwagon of shame
To reap temporary fame
In a bid to stake a claim
To choices teeming with blame.
...

Joy is a double-edged sword
That pleases and tweezes
When like a disorderly horde
Joy harnesses wheezes.
...

I gasp for breath when feelings choke my bosom
When in frustration thoughts tumble
In the vortex of my mind they can't hold t ransom
As my heart and my libido in unison grumble.
...

Shame on African men
Who blame their inability to bear sons
On hapless African women
Whose duty excludes contributing y chromosome vans.
...

Every now and then, I make a false move
Shove a foot in my mouth
As I fail to prove
My worth and I end up North instead of South.
...

Dreaming enables the mind
To explore worlds of possibilities
That empower and incentivize the blind
Whose succor lies in the hands of shorties and cuties.
...