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joel jokonia May 2020
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when the Queen sleeps.
the World goes quite.
Daughters. dads. enough said. the struggle getting her to sleep .you gatta make sure she does wake up soon...you keep the world quite for her
joel jokonia Apr 2020
In 21 days,
We became strangers.

In 21 days,
They fell in love again.
Still in 21days lockdown in Zimbabwe. Stay safe. Stay indoors.
joel jokonia May 2020
you have to choose
its either us or her
I chose them
subliminally I chose her too
joel jokonia Oct 2017
my friend you the worst friend
i dont know why we friends

how could my best friend be the worst friend
arent worst and best opposites


but still my best friend is still my worst friend
joel jokonia Aug 2018
Sometimes as poets
We get lost in
Aggression, Depression,
Situations,
                   Creation...

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in the
Definition of oppresion,
Selection of
                   Emotion

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in
Voice projection, Crucification,
                   Medication..

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in
Imagination, Intention,
Intimidation
                  Hesitation..

Hesitate to Speak out
On the blood of our brothers and sisters
You spilled

Hesitate to Speak out
And ask for GOD's assistance
Cause as people we have failed...

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in
Education, Discrimination,
                 Manipulation...

Manipulated to think
Poetry is nuisance
when its sense has been ****** out by the SYSTEM..
And made us SLAVES

Manipulated to think
We have the right to FREEDOM...


                                 AAAAAARE WE FREE???

No
     we not
                We are slaves


Slaves of
Time...
Money..
Colour..
Death..

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in the
Fiction of our diction

An addiction to POETRY
and its all emotion...
joel jokonia May 2020
I
miss the young you
You
weren't so complicated
when I was young. so free.
joel jokonia Mar 2018
He fingerprints my melanin skin
I bleed lust, i trust
Alien tongue playing a seductive touch on my **** lips,
Dropping my guard, gulping every ******..
Hard pacing in and out of me, i let him an inch closer to my heart,
As i pick a scent of city life on his chest,
His skin so smooth it mends my dents and cracks, my perfect match,
My soul dances in the light with the freedom of a mad man,
Dead brain this sweet pain, whispers pleasure......
I chose him and left all behind
The lights of the city held a pride
Which i would bask in beside him

See..... I lost me
Imbeko packed and left me lonely,
Getting high in dark spaces of the street lights,
Yelling die, this was not living was just trying to survive
Gutter life, suffer i, had to sell my body away,
Stained my soul, my conscience couldn't stay,
Mr urban see had hit the cherry got his share of merry and walked away,
Finally unmasking the veil of deceit, i saw the true colours,
But i couldnt go back to ravaged community of round mud houses,
Pride was the bouncer that kept me inside,
Had to die here and i did

But no i am not that young woman
Didn't let go of this culture
Content with these village ethics, nature's majestics,
Completely free from these misguided pledges
I would rather fetch water on earth's edges,
Why try mold into world classes, african being is rare,
And i am that her, who brushes my black hair with pride,
You.. yes you, your african hair is nice,
I rap myself in colours of native love,
Catching the cries of early *****,
Not waking up with a bunch of different strangers in my bed,
You might think i am misguided, i am not driven by philosophers of english communities
In which the music is within us.... In the untamed soils of mother africa

So i keep his fingerprints away from my beautiful skin
Cause i never wanna be where she has been
Telling a story of a girl who forsees the dangers of city life
joel jokonia Feb 2018
Do not mind my decisions
These deceased emotions
River my thoughts
Ts rot claws on them
And feed them
This disgusting way of thinking
joel jokonia Oct 2017
when i am on stage i tremble
um not able
to recite words slip
away
as you stare at me you strip
me naked
but at least i made it, here
i lost my confidence along the way
if someone saw it, i bet he wouldnt say
its okay
i will do without it today
joel jokonia Jul 2020
Great Zimbabwe
With no mortar it stood
Stone over stone.
Let's what we have . Be creative . It's lockdown but so much more can be achieved
joel jokonia Nov 2017
a smooth going has no challenges
you will forever be in the un-knowing without these bandages

a little death brings a strength and a purpose
       more will to try                                                    

it is in heartbreaks good music is made
the best of poetry crafted in sorrow shade

bleeding hearts paint the brightest portrait
so i guess tears and screams in art are more vividly said
poets suffer more emotionaly and they can only write about it and evry emotional write is the greatest
joel jokonia Oct 2017
why hesitate
ask the cat he knows
his eyes has seen the night in broad day light
but the night as broad day light, right
so he knows

nine lives has seen more
in beelzbub’s time he explores
on fours, he stares at those after your soul
You have to ask the cat he knows
in africa we believe cats are the devil's tools
joel jokonia May 2020
Make someone's
Prayer
A reality
Give. Time. Food. An ear. Help out.
joel jokonia Apr 2020
there was something about him
that could not keep my mind at ease

my fingers fidgeted,
I wanted to scribe these things.

i had to bring Augustus to life
so you may also Believe
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i couldnt kiss her
her lips have not known sin yet
her eyes spell innocence
young and unspoiled
but her diagram
stills the very thoughts in me
i stare at her with lust boiling in me
as i debate within
whether i should
if i dont someone else will
............. i will
that moment you have a tight *** girl but she way too young for your *** for old people romance
joel jokonia Jan 2018
I choose to have a choice
Let my voice be heard
Me no mind not if their ears dead
As long as I let free my thoughts

Choosing to have a choice
Not a ticket to wisdom just free will
Willingness to take the blame when miseries fly in
Reaping from choices we making

Still when crowded with evils
Our fingers will find one to point
As the point of what we reaping
Forgetting our choices

A choice may be small today
But results will come in due time
U may choose to sleep with her today
Kiss him tomorrow
Be friend them this week
Sow all these choices
And let time decide your reap

Don’t blame me
Nor her
Or them
You chose these to be part of your life
You chose your friends
You chose
It’s a pity you chose bad
Cause Good choices exist
joel jokonia Apr 2020
Shoot one in the air.
Scare the birds away.
Sometimes you feel like something or someone is taking away what is yours, what you love but you don't have the power to fight. But you Might not realise the war is already won cause just when you take one shot, your problem disperse like scared birds
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i'd rather be a disappointment
so when you disappoint
people wont be disappointed

if you succeed
still they wont be disappointed
joel jokonia Feb 2018
We mostly float other people's boats
Rather than just snatching a leaf from their book
Brainwashed to think our ideas are chasing rainbows
When they are actually worth the salt
joel jokonia Apr 2020
How she smiles
Melts my pain away
Takes me to a place
A glimpse of peace
Once a while
Like gentle breeze of green
And a happy sun
And pure air
Sanitised by nature herself
Touching the hairs of my skin
Clean
Lasting only a while
Not too long

I only catch a breath

Then back to regrets
Everyday spaces
Familiar places
Orchestrated in
Reverberated agonies of souls
Haunted by sin
Eating away inside our skin
A bit by beat
Pasts that will still lay
Before my eyes
With an uningnorable scent
Stubborn on my nose
On Statuses.
On WhatsApp.
On Posts
On Facebook
Wherever, my eyes look
Wherever, my life breeds
Wherever, my nostril finds air

Hanging strong
With such unignorable scent
Like freshly painted walls in cheap paint
Annoying
But
One that defeats love

Then she smiles again
With a little squeaky sound of laughter
Her little tongue
Peeking
Seeking
A shot at my soul

And I swear
Its only just
For a while
And again I am lost
In the gentle breeze of green
And yet again

I only catch a breath

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NB) to my little darling Nealah
Heavens blessing.

📌 ~Nea-ism~

Poet : Joel Jokonia
Edited : Khana Moyo
Dated : 14April2020
Title : Breeze of green
~Number 11419~
joel jokonia Jan 2018
Deception and lies, lies
amongst us, within us
causing cracks from disappointments
breaking our souls, holes created
we, you and me
have seen the devils
the evils as different as they
we have seen
within we carry them
piled pieces of hearts and emotion
noted is we all
are broken some broke and
feel left out
we all do
broken, didnt start with you
we thy all broken souls
joel jokonia Oct 2017
Candles lit, music is right
I ve got plans to ****** you tonight
I’m in charge today, the fear of yesterday has passed away

So I hold your thoughts strong and push them against the wall
With such physic, no technique at all
Physic, when I am so skinny u laugh
But yes this mind does penetrate through souls
Today I am here for yours

So I gently place my finger on your **** lips
I whisper love me I insist
You sit
There with your eyes on me but um on this stage lonely
And um checking you out

Hopefully when um done
I would ultimately pleasured you in your head
So since its my time now
I pound you as I please
And your Please
Stop I ignore
Cause today um in control
That sweet wet hole of yours I explore
Slowly while you on fours

I pause for you to catch a breath
Your knees are weak
These phrases I speak
Your eyes are daring
Pacing faster now
Scream, as our body tears rub
Scream its okay
I have reached ******
Poetry such a sensation
I have come
um done
We shall meet another day
joel jokonia Jan 2018
someone's president was not  born today

i caught him
joel jokonia Nov 2017
me and my sub-conscience fight over weird things
i wrote this poem with a vision of making this the longest poem if possible
i poem by poets around the world in one topic
any poet can add at least one phrase keeping the topic at hand, a twist could do to but keeping the head on

i would appreciate to write with you all
it would the greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatest of all

i am going tag all words cause you never know what it will become.


you can start from
'me and my sub-conscience fight over weird things.....
joel jokonia Apr 2020
The air is murky and infested,
Could we run far, fast enough
Before we explode our lungs under the weight of the crown of death
Could we pray now, hard enough
Before we cough out life
And be carried away to the mass graves
To be dimly remembered among the many
Lost in history of and age
That witnessed the Coronation of corpses
While wearing burial masks
To keep away the smiles of death

Which is now more familiar to us
Than in yester times,
'tis no longer a favour
Reserved for those bent over
By the weight of years
We're all at risk
No signs of redemption
Only symptoms of contradiction
They say technology has no power
To banish the misery it has brought to us

So we run and lock ourselves inside
Only to find Sir Poverty and Lady Hunger
Waiting for us with a menu that reads;
Rules of staying indoors and eating and eating little
In idle feeble brittle fickle minds,
Conspiracy begins to breed.
Credits to Madpoet. #RandomPoets
joel jokonia Jan 2022
On and on, I go, following the flow to wherever it settles me. There I wait for yet another wave to carry me, someplace else, another awaiting adventure destined for the blank pages of my scripts. Gradually, it becomes rather sane to be teleported in-between worlds, and never quite ending stories, tasteless poems, and on good days, hit songs.

Most times, unfortunately, it's the ever-there pain of the past that make it to these pages. And no matter  how much I have tried, seemingly all that is meant to be forgotten and buried, finds a way to live on As words on pages. Without hesitation, it's a skewed opinion to take away, the heaviness and beauty of such creations, disregarding an amount of agony carried within.

On better days, we find ways, to paint the happiness, so It could be shared to those in need of comfort and a little bit of love, which is mostly us. Apparently, it only lasts a breath, then away it goes, to be sighted once again. When it's good it's going great, air is fresh and alive. Words dance then, sometimes calmly, step by step as if waltzing to a classic lady in red jam.
joel jokonia Jan 2018
When the day starts
You got all your plans lined up
When days ends
None have been achieved
joel jokonia Aug 2020
I know you play a lot, work a lot and proly can't tell it apart.
So after working games and playing work
you sat down wrote **** while smoking poetry.
Not aging with every hour that went by.
But by and by you grew high,
oh my 70years high as the **** withers old and is cremated white ash scattered in the sea of dust.
Wisdom is a ****
420
joel jokonia Feb 2018
We live to die
Right?
So life is
For death is
With no death
What would we live for?
Live for life...
joel jokonia Mar 2018
Hate the feeling of declined poetry
As it lies aimlessly un understood
It still hold words worlds can not
Define

Poetry declined
joel jokonia Dec 2017
God gave us the liberty to choose
But because we have choice
We choose to choose wrong

Silly us
joel jokonia Jan 2022
Dark as night,
her eyes.
Where did the glow,
Go!?
Cold as ice,
her heart.
Where did the warmth,
Go!?

Pale as death,
her lips.
Where did the delicacy,
Go!?

Gone along with
Perishables treasures?
Instant pleasures?

Don't you worry,
imperishable!
Magestic as an angel
You heal! You heal!

Fresh as a rose,
her aura.
where did the pain,
go!?
free as thought,
her mind.
where did the worry,
go!?
joel jokonia Apr 2020
Sometimes I do wish you would talk back

What exchange we would have?
Because right now my mind is all over. So the only way to cure my insanity is poetry. So I write
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i **** myself everyday call it self sacrifice
i am afraid to go home my folks aint satisfied
they have a dream for me
a bunch of ideas
they say poetry is a joke focus on serious
things,
the strings, they got me tied on
i tried em back then,
they didnt do

but you
you poetry
i had a love for you

i run away with you everyday u have a better place
even when you angry you were a better face
i only wish you would let me stay
my reality is far far from okay

i am afraid to go home today i die

but if i do
i hope you will remember what i did for you....
my parents dont understand poetry..
they think its fucken waste of time..

yesterday i was at an open mic in town and came home late and ever since i came back they havent said a word

maybe they will kick me out

i hope poetry u wont break my heart
joel jokonia Feb 22
When the poor man
Opened his eyes to see what he can
He met her eyes again
They glowed like fine gold
They welcome like you have found home
And everything vanished
But her eyes alone
And again the poor man
Was lost, bounced way out of realtime
joel jokonia Oct 2017
high, this chair
hie whose there
must be my shadows cause their not here
i fear
i lost my mind
these lights too bright
they shade light inside
um high....
joel jokonia Jan 2018
Beheaded again my heart ‘
We headed straight for disaster apart
From the vibe we had and that smile
We had none much to keep us together
Though forever.. seemed not too far
U were to me  my star
Envisioned a brighter story ‘
A Cinderella tale probably was on molly
******* that’s it um *****
Will get a ***** to ***** one or two rounds only
But all me belongs to you
Despite your ignorance n attitude
I do good
Play boyfriend wish girlfriend was played by u
I guess when new things came
Old wasn’t valuable nomore
The pace whoever came
Changed your loved for a no no
But I still dream guess that makes me loco
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I know one day she will say "I knew a poet"
I knew a poet once who had an abstract imagination
Who told stories in jingled verses
Who built empires with his paper and pen
Again and again spilling the beans right in the streams of my emotions
A poet who stood shy in his own corner with a couple of unattended emotions
In his bag
Dressed in baggy sags torn pieces of the world
He had tales even his pen wouldn't tell



I know one day he will say "I knew a poet"
I knew a poet who moved mountains for a girl
But never was his efforts appreciated
Who never took life seriously
Found humor in heartbreaks and bleeding souls
Who was mad dead in the expressions of the edges of the world
You knew well how he fished spirits in the deep oceans of life
Sliding his pen lazily on his paper and making a thought
A poet who let his pains disguise in his convincing smile
Breathing life into tired thoughts
But still he had tales his pen wouldn't dare tell
For his pen feared what he would tell
And never got the ink to.................
joel jokonia Oct 2017
u only know the sound was too much after it stops
but for now do enjoy the music and hope it doesnt..
joel jokonia Nov 2017
a toddler's lips
have tasted a thousand stories
without judging
joel jokonia Sep 2020
Inquiring sons of daughters,
Equipt
Of a day, one day,
The unmalleable grounds
Of Untanga gardens
Will beget,
By far Richer.
Than today


Down to their own sons
Of a day, one day
Our land,
Agleam in lights of progress.
Surging nights
Bedeviled by the buzz of utopian youth

They, then also
Down to their sons
Of a day, one day
So on
And on...
joel jokonia Jul 2020
Your presence
Is all I need....
I can't stop thinking about you
joel jokonia Oct 2017
DEL


CTRL                     ALT

these three we need
ME ON MY COMPUTER ON A MONDAY MORNING HAD TO RESTART IT
joel jokonia Oct 2022
no pain is much
as to watch
love vanish
slowly
day by

day.
joel jokonia Apr 2020
Augustus is Dead
let we not celebrate
his life nor his death
For
he was no brother
to us
third eye. i.
joel jokonia Jun 2020
Tite tichitambidza ivavo sando dzavo
Ivavo vatinavo
vek'kukanga kek'tanga
Kukusonera ganda
Ukavapo
Ukak a mbaira uka k ama
Vakakuridzira ukamira..
Pawasasvikira vaikutambidza
Vaikunakidza ka
Ivavo usafe
Wavasvimise misodzi
joel jokonia Apr 2020
without doubt
One day I shall leave you.


f.        o.        r.        e.        v.        e.         r
mE
joel jokonia Oct 2017
mE
i dont make a lot of sense
but when i make sense
i make a lot of sense
joel jokonia Apr 2023
How shall this time ammuse the monkey.
A movie perhaps, first, old way romance; without the wine or the dine.
Or the roses,
Or **** boxers,
Or the good cologne,
She dreams of.
I will look into her eyes, "Oh monkey".
I will seek what her soul desires,
Our eyes will catch,
And ******; a moment as boundless,
As the cloudless azure,

Well, then shall it be.
To leave each scene,
To the hand of time,
To weave as per desire.
But I do promise,
Monkey shall have to sweat a little
No, I won't give easily,
Monkey will have to make moves.
Monkey tricks.
Monkey licks.
Monkey tease.
Monkey kiss; my neck
And maybe I will give in.
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