Poet : Praise Ncube

Poem : I'm not racist


I'm not racist
I was born to love
Whether you are
Black , white , brown
or Australoid
I respect you , i care about you

I have accepted everyone
But not everyone have accepted me
Just because I'm black
They see my colour as a weapon
They are uncomfortable to have me close

I'm prone to discrimination
And I'm exposed to death
Who said your colour means supremacy?
And who said my colour means slavery?
Why are you so stereotypical and skeptical about me ?


I'm not a brouhaha trigger
I'm a peacemaker
I have a phlegm of oppression
I can't breathe
Racism is for the flummoxed minds
So dowdy and noxious .

Your labels led to self-fulfilling prophecy
Because i had no choice
I am what i am
Because you made me who i am
I was born innocent
And you said I'm violent
Your perception made me one
Is it too late to stop hate or
It's still early ?


I'm not racist . Why you ?

Poet : Praise Ncube
Sestain : love is freedom

Love is freedom ,
Freedom with respect
Freedom with conscience
Freedom with prudence
Love gives you the best reminiscence
Love is freedom.

The end.

Poet : Praise Ncube

Poem : Death of democracy in Zimbabwe.

Date : 19/01/22

They fought the oppressors,
For them to be oppressors.
The blood
The sweat
And that unity , was all meant to
slaughter and cremate democracy,
FOREVER !!!

Look , she's crying.
Democracy is crying
They have given her capital punishment.
She's facing the guillotine
Surrounded by soldiers with guns
and so ready to ****
Brutal policemen , equipped with button sticks and handcuffs.

Look at the soldiers and the police
,they are hungry
Their kids are being chased out of  classes ,
They have uncleared fees
One of the soldiers lost his mother
yesterday.
How ?
Hospitals are now pigsties
Good doctors and nurses are in the Diaspora.
But they still have courage **** DEMOCRACY.


Let the citizens speak
Refuse to be a state apparatus
African politicians are liars !
Killers !
Corrupt idiots !
They assassinate and eradicate,
prominent speakers.
Prosecution and persecution won't link
But African rulers intertwine them
And that's too harsh for democracy.

And you citizens ,
Don't be too proud to say , I don't do politics
Interested or not
Politics will do you !

Printed in the constitution is ,
FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND EXPRESSION
Translation :
YOU SPEAK , YOU FACE OPPRESSION.

With nothing resolved ,
We still face the polling station : that ballot
We queue ,
and they teach us to draw that X,
By that we suffocate democracy

We think we decide whom we want ,
No , they decide.
We elect , they select.
Voting is not part of democracy,
That's a cancer to it .

She looks helpless
It's sad and weary
But we shall be happy again.
Aluta continua.

Poet : Praise Ncube

Poem :  l couldn't resit her beauty

Just a glance , i got intoxicated
Her scent was so sweet , intoxication escalated
From head to toe , i saw nothing mistakenly created
I couldn't resist her beauty

If she was a singer , i would choose to be melomaniac of her music
Every men gazed at her , it all became melodramatic
I braved myself , cleared my throat and moved towards
Dear friends , i couldn't resist her beauty

Astonishingly built like the ruins of Great Zimbabwe
No additions were made , just formal and natural
I really wanted to praise and compliment her in vernacular
No , it didn't suit her
Dear friends,  i couldn't resist her beauty

She smiled , looking at me ,
I looked left , right , centre  and back
To confirm that surely the smile was meant for me
I saw nobody,  maybe i had already gone blind ,
I then smiled back,  and that's how it started.
Dear friends ,i couldn't resist her beauty .

Poet : Praise Ncube (takilla)

Poem :The Imagined Dead End

I faced reality but failed to accept it
Upstairs i had gargantuan expectations
In my prayers i had this tremendous faith
In my heart i knew i would immensely conquer


I saw the walls become stronger
I saw the war becoming longer
Longer than i anticipated
Stronger than i envisaged


I just gave it a thought , this is the dead end !
Alone in my misery , no friend
It's all hazy , i think I'm now blind
Sudden changes barricaded my path

I heard the voice shouting ....
With tears in your eyes
You will see no future
With war in your mind
You will cogitate of no future

I had to go back
I had to redraw the map
It was A  First Attempt In Learning ( FAIL)

We are all evil
We hurt
We hate
You made me mad
And you said I'm bad
You thought I would just fly away like a bird
No , i love to revenge
Avenge
Submerge
And sabotage .


In his arms , Morpheus
We love to be
Those who hate to be
Become what we all wish to be
We then hate them for becoming what they worked to be

Don't agree with me that you are evil
But confess that you are evil
Without agreeing that you are evil
But you can't runaway from the fact ,
that you are evil .


We are good
We love
Peaceful like a dove
You gave me food when i was starving
You rejuvenated my energy
You thought I would just forget you like that
No , i love back
I help those in need too
Love
Peace
Kindness


In Heaven we love to be
Being good we endeavour to be
We wrestle with the voice ,that says , don't be ,
Peaceful we long to be ,
So it shall be .

Poet :Praise Ncube

Poem :when i look into your eyes

Date: 10/03/21

When i look into eyes
I see the bloom of the flowers
Of the next season
Your eyes peels my depression
down to the ground
I see rain in your eyes
giving life to the dying ocean
I see sunlight in your eyes , sunflowers
praising the moment

I love how u blink
I value it like a wink
You are a drop of ink
that fell on my page of life
I can't erase it ,

I found peace in your eyes
I found a home in your eyes
It's an unblurred vision
In your eyes there's truth
There are no hallucinations
In them i found a class of patience

I can't get over how ,
your cute eyes makes you look.
You set me ablaze ,with just a glance
You allure me , your eyes are magnetic
The more you look at me , the more the ******


Your amethyst eyes give me comfort
Maybe thuswhy i dream of you
Every night .

Minimise praying for gains
And watch what rains

Pray to lose
Pray to lose jealous, greed
Hate , selfishness, fear,
anger, stubbornness
bad attitude and unkindness

That’s the essence of spirituality.

A costume that glitters with coal , and darkened by gold .
But who is he , that bestows peace to the devil and vows to wreck folks ?
Who’s he that sees sunshine at 3am and says the moon shines at 12pm ?
How sinister it is ?

Can you say a paradox maybe incoherent OR
it’s incoherent?
Who brings forth a dysfunctioning element to emancipate humanity ?
And claim that a paradoxical element maybe INCOHERENT
But has the capability to set free the folks ?

How dare can one perceptions death as a means to life ?
A daring elite club that cares not but themselves
Playing God because their pockets are 9 months pregnant with deodecaplets

Who’s he that’s going to destroy the club,
Before the club destroys the nations ?

You were lifting sleepy faces in heaven,
looking for me
You saw all great figures, and even went
to the VVIP section
You were looking for a perfect man,
I was on earth dining with my demon.

Even God saw you and laughed at your maniacal search
Even Galilei and Newton never had such a typical research
Your faith was misplaced, so were your priorities
Im still here on earth, all the imperfections, voluntary sins, and all my zealots are still with me .

Had i known you are a perfectionist during your quest ,
And had i known you were looking for me ,
I was still going to hide my face from you
Hope your soul is at peace,
let God read this poem out lead out .
And let the heavens remind you that ,
Im still on earth.

The invisible scars , and my untold tales
The battle of the mind , and my fake smiles
My world going clockwise, the opposite of these normalities.
I hate it when it gets dusk , my room gets dark , and the monster comes and whispers “ lonely”

The silent battleground ,
Only me hears the noise and
the screams of my troubled soul .
No one to tell , only this phone knows what  kind of a therapist i need .

Each day a battle, fought within,
Against the demons, beneath the skin,
But courage rises, a steadfast friend,
Guiding through storms, until they end.

A damaged mental health,
is damaged soul .
The outcry is loud , it feels like a blow
The world cares less , so i wear the plastic smile
I wrestle with this mind, to myself i try to be kind .

Detrimental as it is
I’m used to it as you see it
But what’s a beautiful skin
When a demon resides inside?

Let us embrace gentleness, for hearts are fragile,
Every soul carrying its unique story,
In the complex pattern of human life,
We find comfort in the enduring power of belief.

A cloudless sky but it drizzles love and cries
Calm storms , silent thunder and deemed lightning could be heard and seen by just a heart
It’s sunny but give me a jacket with fur

I busk in the sunshine of your love
You give me purpose to trim these rays ,
Or make them charge in different ways
I tell you no lies like NASA ,
I have been to the moon but unnoticeable like the shaved eyebrows of MONALISA

I will keep you just like Leonardo Da Vinci kept the portrait…..
But surreptitiously because they won’t approve of your knockout
My world was once like Dubai in 1970
And you breathed life into the Dryland

As i rest now , put no flowers on my grave
Rest on it because you are the flower
Maximise your visits ,
I will let the heavens rain butterflies

This Uniform is stitched with honour
thread by thread,
Not meant to fill towns with dread
This uniform is for love ,peace and security
Not meant to frighten those it guards
It’s worn to shield, to stand between the innocent and the unseen.


Wear it to safeguard homes and clear the skies
Not to abuse , nor to oppress
But to uphold and redress
So walk the path with careful tread ,
for in this uniform , much is said .

Don’t let the privilege of this uniform make you think otherwise
You are not extraterrestrials or some hardwired robots
You are still vulnerable men in camouflage
with offsprings and ancestors

This uniform belongs to no political entity
But to the country’s integrity and it’s sovereignty
This uniform must let the citizens face a whining government
This uniform must not be a government’s personalised property .

This uniform loses value when worn for inappropriate purposes.

If words were powerful as preached,
then you would have been enwrapped in my expressions.

But so , they seem to gather up their power when i speak evil ,
They seemed to affect you when they were clothed in my angry voice .

Maybe , the sound of my silence will speak  what your heart hears,
For the visible ears are a decoration of human beauty.

In trying to fight her husband’s disgraceful behaviour, Alia made it a mandate to wipe out the ‘cause’ . She had cogitated about it for a long time until the thoughts engulfed her and left her with no choice but to be an amazon woman. By the time she realised it, she had followed Luis Garavito’s footsteps. On a Tuesday night, before the arrival of gendarmerie, she took a black pen , and on a bond paper she wrote :

I wish love was still love , and all that mattered was the heart
When the chosen remained chosen ,
despite the slips and all seems to rot
You shouldn’t have came and rose my hopes
For  love is what i lived for

A killer i am , a killer for love
A killer for a lover that never chose me
I am in this domain, because i wiped out the ‘cause’
I wiped out the wrong ‘cause’

For this guilty mind , i will pay the price
Don’t neglect our children like what you did to their mother
And when my relatives gather,
to mourn me , be close to them like their father.

History have i become,
Cremate my flesh and let my ashes wander
Hell awaits me , hell is my new place
For those i leave on earth , choose wisely.

I know it’s gonna end . I’m staying because I want to experience a new torture
Im just curious on how you gonna tear me apart
From head to toe ?
Toe to head?
Or you gonna cut me into pieces, then enclose my naked heart in a dark box ?
Just don’t be long ….

I once knew you as calm waters,
but then you became the storm,
wild and fierce in ways
I never imagined.

Now, I see all of you
not just the gentle tides,
but the waves that crash and roar.
And somehow, I love you more for it.

There are wounds beneath her skin
Wounds you will never see.
She’s just a girl child but she has been to war ,
The war you will never know .

She flees the world through music
But these songs end
She battles the idea of fleeing forever
and live spiritually
But She says , i can’t be defeated .

Our love should stand the test of time
A test whose power many couldn’t stand
Keep the imagination alive
These ventilators will help it breathe

Time is ancient
It has seen many fall
Let’s surprise it
and change history
For they are not like us

You were not my first love ,
But you are the one who hurt the most .
That was first degree ****** on my emotions, feelings and imaginations .

The Pencil that used to write you odes and amatory thoughts,
couldn’t believe the plot twist.
It cried the most , i had to tune it to political rhymes.

Just yesterday, it said , let’s write one last elegy for the dead love ,
Just one ballad of sorrow.