Paul Mwenelupembe


Paul Mwenelupembe Poems

1. Lulomo Peninsula 11/7/2012
2. Mama Africa 11/7/2012
3. Blissful Democracy 11/8/2012
4. Anxiety 11/8/2012
5. Ngara Fishing Ground 11/8/2012
6. Ode Of Mother Mphizi 11/9/2012
7. Hate 11/10/2012
8. From Motherland 11/4/2012
9. Forcing The Window To Flow 11/6/2012
10. My Day 11/7/2012
11. Summit Of Drying Breath 11/10/2012
12. In The Dying Moments 11/11/2012
13. Our Chikangawa Forest 11/11/2012
14. So Deep 11/12/2012
15. From Lifeless To Crisp 11/16/2012
16. Slippery Road 11/17/2012
17. Beauty In The Woman 11/17/2012
18. In Morning Breeze 11/18/2012
19. Darling 11/18/2012
20. Natural Mirror 11/18/2012
21. My Head 11/19/2012
22. Nyagondwe The Grandma 11/19/2012
23. It Shall Come To Pass 11/20/2012
24. A Crier At Hora 11/20/2012
25. I Need My Stuff Back 11/21/2012
26. Invest In Eternal Account 11/21/2012
27. White Lonely Bird 11/22/2012
28. Double Eyeing 11/11/2012
29. Rhythm Of The Day 11/12/2012
30. When The World Vanishes 11/13/2012
31. Mulanje Mountain 11/13/2012
32. At Baobab Stop Over 11/22/2012
33. And I Sing This 11/22/2012
34. Pass On Calls 11/23/2012
35. Shinning Dreamer 11/23/2012
36. Sonnet Of Green Nchalo 11/14/2012
37. So Did My Heart 11/24/2012
38. A Glorious Focal Point 11/25/2012
39. Triumpant Lamb 12/25/2012
40. Falling Into Lips 12/27/2012
Best Poem of Paul Mwenelupembe

Love Comes Softly

Rains are to sow and good times to love
Built on soils rich of grave land
Such a valley long way to go, it comes softly
From that dead land, a place of living
To a loving land limits by the spring

So hard to shoot the routing star
A seed of peace into roots and leaves
Comes slowly in the stream sand
In the rivulets valleys, slops of God
Going deep in loam soiled hand
Down the rivers slowly it comes

The invisible altar is meant for pottery
As God provides the step of ridged love
Falling from the sky of love
So love comes softly

If gentle ...

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The Desperate Woman

She stands there, dripping saliva
She is sick and going wirry
She reampts slowly like a tortoise
Leading down to the loo
And back into the thatched house

She was, and has anew born
On the mat, striped palm leaves mat
But why is she

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