Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche Poems

Am keen to face you,
but your beauty glows like seraphs,
pangs my heart like bodkin, your eyes makes me die within thoughts,
a blush of your beauty is an epitome that sings to the storms and placidity reigns,
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I have been in a trail
For a year now, for a crime
The jury or the judge don't know, neither I knows it.
I had succumbed all the summer blisters and the famous winter vodka nights
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If you pierce us, don't we bleed formidable?
If you slap us, don't we feel the pain?
If you rap us, don't we see the crush of dignity and death of divinity?
If you steal from us, don't we feel robbed and betrayed?
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Wreathed in a blanket of despair, colours of grief
Running through the corridors of my mind,
Mauling and dominating
The little sanity left, and
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Spell of my pigment


The land we belong, virtues of land remain sacred.
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I hide inside a chest
Drawers draw me in solitude
A solitary pain that braai
Draws of heartaches slums
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Is it a force to die of starvation?
Is it a right to rape her and make love?
Is it normality to have shackles on my legs?
Is there a place to breathe, the iron face mask is suffocating?
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Today freedom is aligned by slavery
On a silver line knitting the black skies
A man earns wealth of freedom and buys slaves.
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We don't want justice we want the truth...... what happened in the stream?
What happened in the field?
What happened to my son whom I planted and never cultivated?
What happened to my mother beyond the reel, what happened to my brother and sister whom I left in my homestead?
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We don't want justice we want the truth......
what happened in the ocean? What happened in the plantation?
What happened to my son whom I planted and never cultivated? What happened to my mother beyond the ocean, what happened to my brother and sister whom I left in my homestead?
What happened to me? .....
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Been dreaming of ancient drums, trumpet blowing like gorges
ants fighting man,
hills melting with tongues of man that pierce watching rats eating man‘s feet, judges with human wit,
shaming people forgetting they are spurting yellowish putrid characters.
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Dust of black

It blaze through my soul
The corruption soils
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Do you have a cause?
Do you have a conviction?
Do you have a purpose?
Do you have a reason?
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From the standpoint of all injustice suffered in the world
The only prejudice that suffocates the system are the autocratic leaders who sulk on the breast of the devil.

The principle and foundation in the building of the world was crooked in other parts and strengthen in other parts.
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Don't race with me I know the colour of darkness,
Awaken the dawn within me
Unravel the sunset gold within me
That giant faints and fades on the facade.
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He was black as the night knitting on a blackberry.
Angry as the sea that consumed him and left him stranded there. When ever we spoke about our race,
when ever poetry or folktale were recited or spoken there was two wars the rest were ashes.
I asked mother to introduce me to the land I call home. She said she does know home, for she lost the navigation on the blue azure sea.
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Don't you see?

Don't you see that I am marred?
don't you see I am tired?
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child who plays with elders knows his fontanel is protected,
a child who jumps a rock twice had mastered a skill.
A child who cries at dawn knows the mystic sound of the ancestors.
A child who goes crazy, dances on the echoless drum.....
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You are driven by the pain we bleed.
A brunette inside the pot of brutality
An ebony facing racial facts
All round humanity the scar pangs to the heart
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philosophical greedy people killed the world
In manipulating intellect and showing no mercy in the colour of skin. Do you think psychologically psychodrama that is taking souls and banners painting the anger and the rage that is seething in our blood. Do you think the world will be better place in the next second or it will be worse of in the next minute? Political dynasties fighting for power that is trailed by blood of innocent and the virgin blood sacrificed to the beliefs and religious calabash that drinks human blood and soils humanity.......
The manipulated generation
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The Best Poem Of Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

Sweet Genevieve

Am keen to face you,
but your beauty glows like seraphs,
pangs my heart like bodkin, your eyes makes me die within thoughts,
a blush of your beauty is an epitome that sings to the storms and placidity reigns,
your blue eyes,
are ultramarine,
your apricot skin,
just evoke and folk the thundering,
sundering,
trampling thought of bliss and a smile among blossoms.
How so my Sweet Genevieve, two decades we dined among thorns and the singing heat of the tranquil sun,
your long brunette hazel hair had given me the pleasure to plait it. Why Sweet Genevieve,
do yu think I will have the courage to love someone after you?
My matrimonial companion leaving me with a sacred sacrament of marriage and
knots of speechs before the priest.

Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche Comments

Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche Quotes

Is poverty leading us to the stagnant sea of prostitution? Is the pauperism playing a role in tarnishing our image? Is paucity injecting a lethal poison in our morals?

Roots that are deeper are not a victimized by frost, the winds cannot overwhelm with malice song a forest. Where is my line? Oh gods of past clock Where are my forefather tales? Oh ruins of my past

Lord I am just another activist in silence.Let my books speak what lacerates deep into my spirit. Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche

WE WERE BLACK AS THE ASHES OF THE SUN STOOD UPON US. WE FELT IT, WE FELT IT IN OUR BONES WHEN THE PAIN OF BEING INFERIOR FESTERED ON OUR SKIN. WE LOST OURSELVES IN THE CONFUSION OF CONFLICTS OF SLAVERY. I WAS BLACK WHEN THE OCEAN STOOD ALOFT AND UNDERSTOOD MY TEARS. I AM STILL BLACK EVEN IN THE DUSK OF THE OCEAN AND PAIN OF BEING ABANDONED INSIDE THE LAND OF NO JOY. TAPIWANAISHE PAMACHECHE

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