Lisbon Tawanda Chigwenjere

Rookie - 162 Points (28 May 1993 / Harare, Zimbabwe)

The Tongue Of The Learned - Poem by Lisbon Tawanda Chigwenjere

When I quarrel my voice reaches to the South,
Lord, put a cello tape on my mouth,
I want to relearn speaking,
That's all I am seeking
Like a little child teach me anew,
Teach me words I never knew,
Your Word I want to treasure,
So that in my words You will find pleasure


Comments about The Tongue Of The Learned by Lisbon Tawanda Chigwenjere

  • Gold Star - 32,289 Points Chinedu Dike (2/18/2015 4:03:00 AM)

    A lovely poem of Devotion, well articulated and nicely penned. A poem of total submission to the will of God. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/7/2014 7:38:00 AM)

    your word I want to treasure, good writing, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 7, 2014


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