dumisani-ndlovu - Hello Poetry

Darker than six combined winter mid nights The uneducated minds For they know not when and how to use their knowledge Knowledge without character Is tea without sugar The superior complex do As the inferior complex do other wise Life has the wise and the other wise Those that stand things before understanding Undemocratic knowledge Retaliate democratic knowledge Global democrats Are likened to a boxing ring ‘Jab, hook and uppercut!’ Opponents hit each other hard And destroy not each other. Gracious, after a tough contestant Embrace each other with unity of purpose It’s indeed a game and gambling of knowledge Confidence building knowledge Vision-less vision knowledge Knowledge engulfed by the hocus-pocus Vampire of' ‘Anointed' knowledge Illogical malicious transmitters of words Utter knowledge with utter amazement Indeed, Knowledge is power Power to do evil...or power to do good. No thief, however skilful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire L. Frank Baum accurately observed “The greatest enemy of knowledge is not illiteracy , It's how we illusion knowledge

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Apr 27, 2019

Apr 27, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC

Knowledge

Darker than six combined winter mid nights The uneducated minds For they know not when and how to use their knowledge Knowledge without character Is tea without sugar The superior complex do As the inferior complex do other wise Life has the wise and the other wise Those that stand things before understanding Undemocratic knowledge Retaliate democratic knowledge Global democrats Are likened to a boxing ring ‘Jab, hook and uppercut!’ Opponents hit each other hard And destroy not each other. Gracious, after a tough contestant Embrace each other with unity of purpose It’s indeed a game and gambling of knowledge Confidence building knowledge Vision-less vision knowledge Knowledge engulfed by the hocus-pocus Vampire of' ‘Anointed' knowledge Illogical malicious transmitters of words Utter knowledge with utter amazement Indeed, Knowledge is power Power to do evil...or power to do good. No thief, however skilful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire L. Frank Baum accurately observed “The greatest enemy of knowledge is not illiteracy , It's how we illusion knowledge

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You can tell by a pale shadow of former self And shape of the scattered pieces You can tell , From the pieces of the once bread basket of Africa That someone is slowly And artistically looting the store I can see, The trailing blood and the aura of warmth That there was once, Electrical pulse of the heart As povo cry, For broad-based and inclusive Dialogue to rescue, Yes! I could hear,increasing calls for precipice And wails to avert further implosion And the winds of memory floating by The crescendo in the calls for sound talks Yes sound dialogue, In the wake of an increasingly restless citizenry struggles Still dustbin of a golden history You can sense from the tremble of the chambers The undying pulse and the scent of a beloved That the heart once danced to a dreamers' beats To them tears are, The horse pipes they use to water their worth To multitudes,tears are words the heart can’t express As the black cloud sheds rays of hope Still leaves “imminent light” behind As the mass bank hope In our eternal message of hope Ushered by Martin Luther King, Jr. "One day dawn will come". I can see traceable traces Of corrupt foot prints And traceable track record Of 'prominent' looting finger prints As the influential turn aside the needy from justice, Rob the poor Chimanimani people of their right, Making widows their spoil, And willy-nilly making the fatherless their prey! Dear LORD! Why your wrath upsets not these moral monsters? Who are by no means worthy of following Those that deprive the afflicted Those who because of their hard and impenitent hearts Attract your necessary reaction to objective moral ill Dear Lord why has your wrath not fallen On rightful time? How can hell be just?

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC

PALE SHADOW

You can tell by a pale shadow of former self And shape of the scattered pieces You can tell , From the pieces of the once bread basket of Africa That someone is slowly And artistically looting the store I can see, The trailing blood and the aura of warmth That there was once, Electrical pulse of the heart As povo cry, For broad-based and inclusive Dialogue to rescue, Yes! I could hear,increasing calls for precipice And wails to avert further implosion And the winds of memory floating by The crescendo in the calls for sound talks Yes sound dialogue, In the wake of an increasingly restless citizenry struggles Still dustbin of a golden history You can sense from the tremble of the chambers The undying pulse and the scent of a beloved That the heart once danced to a dreamers' beats To them tears are, The horse pipes they use to water their worth To multitudes,tears are words the heart can’t express As the black cloud sheds rays of hope Still leaves “imminent light” behind As the mass bank hope In our eternal message of hope Ushered by Martin Luther King, Jr. "One day dawn will come". I can see traceable traces Of corrupt foot prints And traceable track record Of 'prominent' looting finger prints As the influential turn aside the needy from justice, Rob the poor Chimanimani people of their right, Making widows their spoil, And willy-nilly making the fatherless their prey! Dear LORD! Why your wrath upsets not these moral monsters? Who are by no means worthy of following Those that deprive the afflicted Those who because of their hard and impenitent hearts Attract your necessary reaction to objective moral ill Dear Lord why has your wrath not fallen On rightful time? How can hell be just?

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To millions, he was an intellectual guide A source of unconditional love Indeed Dr Cephas George Msipa was a cherished comrade For the seekers, he was a treasurer For those suffering, his words gave them solace and comfort He was an inspiration Gone but not forgotten The nation learnt your departure with shock To Zimbabwean, you were a social economic and political guide Without you the nation is left poorer He was a socioeconomic guru, A source of unrestricted love For multitudes he was a dear friend A friend of unusual depth and innocence For academic seekers, he was a fortune For the suffering, he was compassionate His words gave solace and comfort to several humanitarian organizations A genuine glimpse of his precious wisdom Is in the compilation of his academic assistance In his superlative wisdom was a fountain of guidance, In curbing violence, fear and anger Without him,Zimbabwe is left pooer Our tears may go dry but our memories will never He was the Godfather of peace, He is sadly missed along life’s ways, Quietly remembered every now and then He is no longer in our life to share realities of life But in our hearts he is always there Yes, he is gone but not forgotten

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Apr 19, 2019

Apr 19, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC

ZIM LEFT POORER

To millions, he was an intellectual guide A source of unconditional love Indeed Dr Cephas George Msipa was a cherished comrade For the seekers, he was a treasurer For those suffering, his words gave them solace and comfort He was an inspiration Gone but not forgotten The nation learnt your departure with shock To Zimbabwean, you were a social economic and political guide Without you the nation is left poorer He was a socioeconomic guru, A source of unrestricted love For multitudes he was a dear friend A friend of unusual depth and innocence For academic seekers, he was a fortune For the suffering, he was compassionate His words gave solace and comfort to several humanitarian organizations A genuine glimpse of his precious wisdom Is in the compilation of his academic assistance In his superlative wisdom was a fountain of guidance, In curbing violence, fear and anger Without him,Zimbabwe is left pooer Our tears may go dry but our memories will never He was the Godfather of peace, He is sadly missed along life’s ways, Quietly remembered every now and then He is no longer in our life to share realities of life But in our hearts he is always there Yes, he is gone but not forgotten

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