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 May 2016
david mungoshi
Endless blue everywhere
below and above
a consuming blueness
Perhaps a preview of eternity
 May 2016
Grimmest
Even an ordinary day has the potential to become a great adventure, if you approach it with childlike wonder and fascination.
 Apr 2016
david mungoshi
imagine me
imagine you
under a tropical sky
frolicking on the beach

imagine palm trees swaying
and the sea gently roaring
as the waves wash ashore

let me adorn you sweet lady
with these flowers of paradise

hold my hand and stay there
feel the blues tumble and disappear

you are so abundantly endowed
like a mad man's dream of surfeit

now we walk and are happy indeed
the honey trickles through our fingers
entwined in an intricate consummation
and verily heaven is but a breath away
the winking moon and twinkling stars
stand forever in silent vigil; waiting
for our perfect moment of alignment
 Apr 2016
david mungoshi
poet that i am
i shall be gone
only a little while
then shall my words
jump off the page
in a felicitous chant
that speaks a new truth
that i was never too far away
from the minds of the  human race
and the fluttering hearts of the world
i was never really gone though interred
poets live forever in their breathing words
that ride the winds across the years into new epochs
in new millenniums where a poet's words shall be gold indeed
this is now the final version
 Apr 2016
Gidgette
We are none truly alone,
I've written of this before
I shall write of our souls
And the invisible chains, once more

We are all connected,
By these universal chains
From the beggar on the corner,
To the broker squandering gains

We are seven billion shades,
Different shades of the same hue
From me here in my mountains,
Across the earth to you

Whether you're a dancer,
Stepping to a tune
Or a night fisherman,
Gathering food, under the moon

These universal chains,
They bind us each together
That's what the universe wanted,
And so it is forever

Each time you defame,
Your fellow human across the way
You're defaming part of yourself,
So be careful what you say

This is how its been since the beginning
This is how it is until the end
Be kind to each other,
Remember we're all akin
Oh wow! Thank you my fellow poets. Thank you for reading and liking my words.<3
 Mar 2016
david mungoshi
your words are like soft pattering rain
falling upon multiple consciences
on the day after nasty weather
and the predicted heat wave

your words drip from invisible funnels
and sweeten the air that we breathe
verily  verily you're the voice of doom
lulling our beings into a deep slumber

there will be pangs and passions galore
in this world of moneyed automatons
who smack their pale but avaricious lips
that spew stale drivel from dead hearts

lo and behold the bell tolls indeed
and we stagger forth in compliant unison
and wait for the confessions of the age
words about how we slid into turmoil

swallowed in an abyss of sticky froth in bubbles
and a cacophony of dismal largo choruses
that say it's time for another thorough round-up
as the skies darken and the rain comes down in sheets

forever a curse and a blessing unavoidably certain
so friend and brother from another place and another time
let's do this thing together and crush this flea that won't flee
generous givers are beckoning frantically from the horizon
Even though I still struggle with sins in my life, here on the earth.
I sin less then I did a year ago , he has forgiven me for the sins.
For on the cross, he died for my sins so that I may be free,
For no not one can get to heaven for his works here on earth.
But by trusting in the only one that lived an sinless life here.
You can get to heaven through him, the Living Savior the Christ.
For he loves you so much that even if you were the only one.
Whom believed in him, he would have still went to the cross.
Because he loves you and me that much, that he feels we are to die for.
But this is the greatest part he raised up again and sent the Holy Ghost to us.
 Mar 2016
david mungoshi
perfect poise
between diction
imagery and tone
measured rhythms
and true fine feelings
that fall like soft rain
to mirror humans
in tender moments
and coarse grim cameos
of things best forgotten
things nuanced and bitter
this vast field of experience
is the business of poetry
the art of aptness
the art of compactness
and incredible depths
leading to damp squibs
we search nevertheless
for unique form and content
that exercise in futility
till at last we rest from our labours
and we understand at last
poetry like life is a bitter-sweet  illusion
28 May 2018. some re-writing in the last three lines. sounds better to me and feels better too. my thanks to all the guys here keeping my poems alive.
 Mar 2016
david mungoshi
hush little brother mine
huff and puff no more
mother is at the open fire
little brother of mine
she's cooking your dish
the one that makes you drool
and the dogs keep watch outside
so eat dear little brother of mine
eat your fill and fill in those hollows
eat little brother of mine, eat
till your tiny plate is shining clean
and mother thinks it is all right
getting smoke in her eyes for you
 Mar 2016
lluvia de abril
I want to be
                 your happy poem
    to write myself
                             into your eyes
your lips, your shoulder blades
to fall into your soul
                         and leap from there
into that heart within your heart
not known to you just yet

I want to be
                    the verse that rings as true
        as the promise of your gaze
late in the day, an uncontemplated
word
a whispered phrase which keeps
and holds and stays with you
                throughout the day

I want to be the sound
                        and smell of fresh felled rain
to stir your thoughts as you awake
                        a storm
relentless, unafraid
                       to bring your laughter
and retreat into the wants
                                      within your veins
I just want to be honestly romantic. Did I fall close?
 Mar 2016
amrutha
Silver fog
the stairs wet
knock knock
would you let
the winter enter
your door
would you let her
swallow the floor
underneath your toes
collapsing into her heart
would you meet her there
waiting in the womb of silence
 Mar 2016
david mungoshi
smog
has assailed tropical havens
nostalgic weeping
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