Kondwani Simwaba Poems

POETRY
As defined by
KONDWANI STANLEY SIMWABA
It is the definitive art of expression; the channel I have to my heart's deepest desires and feelings; the bridge beyond physical experience rather emotional existence; the bridge to a world of immortality full of imagination; a world where only words live; where pain is unknown; it is a world of endless creation of possibilities beyond orthodox comprehension; it is my fortress; the only place with where if I cry, I find my solace; it is a world like no other; where feelings are nurtured like a baby and it's mother; it is one word yet defined in many; it is what brings beauty after your cheeks get rainy; it is my comfort; it is art; it is descriptive of all that a human mind can imagine and beyond; it is talent bestowed upon a common mind with uncommon virtues; it is about anything and the only thing that can define nothing; it is an oxymoron, a paradox and indeed a conundrum of words; it is porch with both its sound and feel; its rhymes tougher than steel; it is the relief from pain beyond that of a pill; it demands patience, talent and skill for it is tactfully real; its shrewdness is both undeniably astounding and inexplicable; it is Art.
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The story of two stars
There's a story in the skies, in the dark of the night and when you see nothing that flies, be not deceived for this story precedes mere sight: Brightly night in the grace of the moon and somewhere in the dark is a passion more fierce than to face the desert dune; while this passion entwines itself with the Hummingbird's tune; for it began in the night only to hide at noon.
Ravaged by midday light, this enamor endeavours relentlesly to continue at the fall of midnight light; in the night something shines bright from above, so look closely and witness this love's might as two stars of distinct galactic spheres merge to cause a bond of much more durability than serge. This is a story of two stars...
The milky way lays wide open; while it's defences are weakend by this inexplicable cosmic energy that causes these stars to merge in a distinct pattern; eyes lay wide open, as perception of this mystery grows rampant, no one dares to close their curtain; for darkness is only the genesis of this passion, so why fear? But look closely for deep therein lies a little of unresolved tention.
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TALE OF A CRESCENT MOON
Sequel to the
Story of two stars…
The weather is chilly, while the moon stands incomplete; appearing much less audacious really, for its other half is entirely obsolete. Unfettered by the mirror reflections of its void, it still stands for broken mirrors can not reflect its sorrow; yet deep to the coal of its very existence lies nothing but hollow and unabashed by this so clandestine truth it'll still endeavor to glow in the dark, neglecting the very fact that unravels its once so mysterious ennui, now brought to light and in reality it is but one half of what was so bodacious and complete. On a lonely night, with a gentle breeze brushing through the leaves of tall trees; it shall surface past thick clouds, beyond the dense sky trynna pour out light; look closely beyond its smile shape for this crescent moon is but the remnant of a once so gracious enamor; it is what was left of a strong cosmic collision that once caused the universe to tremble; so careful not to misjudge this smile, for this goes beyond a mere tale of a crescent moon…
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Blind faith
I gazed upon an Angel with adoration, hoping to myself if she could fall into my arms I'd never let her go; thinking I'd be her pillar, that even if her name is Victoria, I'd still never let her fall; except head over heels in love with me, even though I know nothing about ladies shoes; but she'd be my Queen, for like 30cm, even though she doesn't know it, my heart she rules; See! Because even though others say she's short, I just believe she's down to earth; because I'd still love her as much even after death and I swear at her smile my legs trembled, knees weakened and my arms got heavy; while I prayed for that day when in bed together we'd both be lazy…
I glanced upon a shooting star, hoping to myself if it aims at me I wouldn't need anything bulletproof; because her voice is the only music I desire to raise my roof; See! She glittered brightly across the sky; while her beauty let me shed a tear, even though I didn't cry; for a second my heart froze and I felt numb; while in her arms I felt young, kinda like a sheep and its lamb; except when I opened my eyes she was already gone; like the shooting star that she was, she shot past me, through my heart living only glimmers of what could be termed as hope; that maybe next time she'll be trapped by my heart and will be mine for to keep…
I gazed upon the moon, hoping to myself it'll make me whole rather than crescent; while my tears will form a lake on my chick for which she'll drown into my request; she blossomed bright in the heaven unfettered by the number of thick clouds below her even if they were seven; million miles separate her heart beat from mine and several seas created these rifts; but I carried her in my heart like the single sky and these stars it lifts; I swear! In my heart is where she belonged; for when she left, this void made me realize that for years it was for her, I longed; see! Even though many moons have gone by, I have known no other to make me a better guy, because even though I wait, I know not when she shall return but still I believe in this blind faith…
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CAN YOU FIX ME?
Windows wide open in the night; as I lay wide awake with terror in my eyes hoping for a knight; I fear my own misdoings, my lies and secrets have embedded in me a sense of profound fear beyond relevant; a topic in my room that's not up for discussion, like an elephant, in my room. I plan to take these so clandestine secretes to my tomb; I am enshrined with over excessive pride to admit that I am broken; I need help or atleast someone to pick me up in my falls like Victoria; I don't wanna pretend to be the capital, when we both know it's not me; like Pretoria; I am a contrite spirit let me warn you! So careful when you come to me; for there is no loving me, I am broken; there is no trusting me, my secrets are not outspoken; but if you are convinced I am the one, then you better ask yourself this: Can you fix me?

Wounds lay uncovered as I expose them to the sun; I've been the cancer to your perfect plan, not sure if I could be called your son; see! I've made you shed tears, maybe blood too; like a bad movie you wouldn't desire to see my part two; see! I pretend to be alright but when the night falls and the serene wind blows, in the midnight when the moon glows and like a lonely wolf my beaten heart growls; I am broken, though I stand firmer than a blue gun tree; I am distorted, though I speak English finer than old wine; I am helpless, so I ask you once more if you think I am the one for you; I ask you with terror in my eyes and blood dripping from my nose; I ask you with tears in my eyes and a crack in my heart, can you fix me?
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NOT JUST ANY WORDS
These are not just any words; these are my stories, my life and my feelings; this is not just mere poetry rather, this is a conviction of those values held so dear to my heart; I mean! Words alone are empty, but these tell wholly of who I am; this is not an ode like any other, NO! This is a weapon; to conquer all my fears and maybe act as my comforter in solitude and wipe away my tears; these are not just any words, No Sir! These speak for me; the weak; the voiceless and the helpless; these are a sequence of life, so look beyond punctuations and the sentencing; look beyond the spellings and the paragraphing, because only then will you fathom their cause; see! These are all I'll remain with when everything else shrivels and dies; when I lay naked with no clothes and my smiles all turn into cries; I mean, everyone has been bestowed upon with immeasurable abilities and I use these words, that one day I may also touch the skies…
I am not a magician but I could conjure these words to depict my soul; I am not a physician but with my words I could heal a broken heart; I am a rhetoric and that's why my words are so sublime; see! Because they can take away my breath but my words will last the test of time; these are not just any words, so look beyond the rhyme; for herein lays my whole worth, even when I don't have to my name a single dime; see! Something told the birds to flap their wings and fly and it turned out magnificent; something told me to pick up my pen and try and it turned out beyond benevolent; I am not a ventriloquist, but I speak for the meek; I am not a doctor, but my words too can heal the sick; these words can fight for the weak and so I will keep writing ‘till one day I stumble upon that which I seek…
#RhapsodyPoetry
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I confess!
There's been times when my faith has failed me.
When the future has seemed bleak.
My prayers have been unanswered.
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To whom Veracity is concerned!
I've been thinking a lot lately, sleepless nights at best;
I've been drowning in the abyss of my profundity,
Pondering upon the alteration of my ubiquitous sobriquet;
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