david mungoshi

david mungoshi Apr 2016

he wrote in his diary
how the lord had blessed him
t'was the thirteenth of the month
a fortnight later the lord blessed him with demise

david mungoshi Apr 2016

telling grandpa the way

a thoughtful little frown
on his face like a crown
the little boy's cute words
waft gently from his lips
as sweetly he intones:
grandma when you go
how will grandpa know
how to get to where you are
grandma, tell him the way.
his words are like the cream
oozing out of a sweet spout
into life's waiting receptacles
as out of the mouth of a babe
words about demise come forth

david mungoshi Apr 2016

earth day

like a flea-ridden and famished hyena i drool
as if the earth is an appetizing carcass in waiting
for my sharp teeth that tear all and crush all
but one fair day there will be a price to pay
that is the truth we keep hearing from Earth
we shall weep bitter tears driven by Dearth
and laugh the mirthless laugh of the clueless
earth's bounty is diminishing every single day
ravished by our exponential greed and callousness
and Mother Earth sheds a forlorn tear as her heart breaks
she is worried about tomorrow's children and how they will fare
in this brutalized world where the avaricious ones flourish
and the cries of helpless babies and orphaned children
are a macabre soundtrack to a score sheet of decayed morals
take some time this earth day to think about an extinction
that is by no means a nirvana; the bell is tolling a dirge

Apr 2016

Denel Kessler

Eulogy

We attempt rescue, unable to bear
the stardust-coated dragonfly
beat, beat, beating
frantic on the glass.

We entice him to perch
on our extended lifeline-broom
nurse him in a box, where he flutters
quivers, lies quietly blue.

My son cries bitterly
as we place a minute cross
upon the dragonfly grave
while intoning our final goodbyes:

We honor those who have fallen victim
to this fatal architectural trap, lured
by skylights of enticing white-light death
and the paned illusion of freedom.

In admiration of winged determination
and perseverance in the face of futility
we carefully tend the fragile, curved bodies
lay them here to rest under the mock orange.

years of gauze-weighted detritus
swept beneath these ponderous shrubs
a reminder - what seems like freedom
often isn’t.

We lived in a house that had outdoor skylights. Insects would be lured by the light and die trying to fly through the glass that imprisoned them.
I hated those skylights...

Hey lovely poets! Thank you so much for being a supportive, amazing group of people. I'm truly honored that you take the time to read my poems. The Daily is just icing on an already sweet cake.
: )

#trapped #funeral #eulogy #futility #dragonfly #illusions

david mungoshi Apr 2016

and the east was red (thinking of a comrade)

The fiery winds whistled
As another fateful dawn
Materialized in the east
And the east was red!

Silhouettes danced in the shadows
And the bullets swished and sang
A macabre melody to celebrate a ****
With mirthless abandon

But you came out unscathed
Your time had not come
You’d live to tell the tale
And ask the questions of the times