#harare - Hello Poetry

We ambled the streets of Harare Meandering aimlessly Fleeting past wide-eyes scanning us enviously Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant Leisurely on Second Street Our hunger awakened Our appetites heightened At almost closing time With no one in overtime mode A signal that here we could only dine on another day Joina City was our next stop Up the lift right to the top 'Closed' it read at the coffee shop Into the nearest chair I went flop! Though hungry, we gabbed non-stop By and by we regarded the clock It chimed 8 o'clock And sadly, it was time to go home Busy and noisy Were the streets of Harare Jabbering crowds, kombis hooting Hawkers, vendors or is it hustlers now - Calling for buyers or just huddled to pass time No chill in Harare Picturesque like a dream Surreal… Hand in hand we dawdled In despair for a hot meal In the shimmering distance Like a mirage in the desert The neon lights read 'Creamy Inn' Something to calm our rambling bellies At last… Nippy evening air hit our souls 'Ice-cream tastes better at night' I said 'I can't believe I'm having ice-cream' He said We frolicked Hand in hand we danced past faces painted with adoration 'What a handsome lover!' They probably thought: My delectable younger brother

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Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC

constance-van-niekerk

Down the Streets of Harare

We ambled the streets of Harare Meandering aimlessly Fleeting past wide-eyes scanning us enviously Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant Leisurely on Second Street Our hunger awakened Our appetites heightened At almost closing time With no one in overtime mode A signal that here we could only dine on another day Joina City was our next stop Up the lift right to the top 'Closed' it read at the coffee shop Into the nearest chair I went flop! Though hungry, we gabbed non-stop By and by we regarded the clock It chimed 8 o'clock And sadly, it was time to go home Busy and noisy Were the streets of Harare Jabbering crowds, kombis hooting Hawkers, vendors or is it hustlers now - Calling for buyers or just huddled to pass time No chill in Harare Picturesque like a dream Surreal… Hand in hand we dawdled In despair for a hot meal In the shimmering distance Like a mirage in the desert The neon lights read 'Creamy Inn' Something to calm our rambling bellies At last… Nippy evening air hit our souls 'Ice-cream tastes better at night' I said 'I can't believe I'm having ice-cream' He said We frolicked Hand in hand we danced past faces painted with adoration 'What a handsome lover!' They probably thought: My delectable younger brother

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Dear Musician play me a song Play for me a song so long Though the words may not be new All I want is a tune so true Play for me the mbira And take me back to Africa As your hands hit those metal notes Let from your mouth come musical tones Pluck the strings of a Spanish guitar and send my mind to a land afar Create a song I want to hear it Create a melody and make me complete Play the African drums in contrast Create a melody and make it last I want to dance the way my forefathers did To dancing the African way I myself bid Rub gently the strings of violin On your shoulder let it lean With the bow make music Make music and make me meek Let it heal me, I'm no longer sick Hit the notes of the marimba I want to hear their deep sound By the melody I'm spellbound Deep satisfaction I have found Dear Musician play any instrument for me Play me any song, whatever tempo, whatever genre, whatever melody All I want is the sensational harmony Of your voice making music for me Miss Fit ⚓

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Jul 2, 2023

Jul 2, 2023 at 12:28 AM UTC

missfit

Dear Musician

Dear Musician play me a song Play for me a song so long Though the words may not be new All I want is a tune so true Play for me the mbira And take me back to Africa As your hands hit those metal notes Let from your mouth come musical tones Pluck the strings of a Spanish guitar and send my mind to a land afar Create a song I want to hear it Create a melody and make me complete Play the African drums in contrast Create a melody and make it last I want to dance the way my forefathers did To dancing the African way I myself bid Rub gently the strings of violin On your shoulder let it lean With the bow make music Make music and make me meek Let it heal me, I'm no longer sick Hit the notes of the marimba I want to hear their deep sound By the melody I'm spellbound Deep satisfaction I have found Dear Musician play any instrument for me Play me any song, whatever tempo, whatever genre, whatever melody All I want is the sensational harmony Of your voice making music for me Miss Fit ⚓

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 11:07 AM UTC