"zimbabwean" poems - Hello Poetry

To millions, he was an intellectual guide A source of unconditional love Indeed Dr Cephas George Msipa was a cherished comrade For the seekers, he was a treasurer For those suffering, his words gave them solace and comfort He was an inspiration Gone but not forgotten The nation learnt your departure with shock To Zimbabwean, you were a social economic and political guide Without you the nation is left poorer He was a socioeconomic guru, A source of unrestricted love For multitudes he was a dear friend A friend of unusual depth and innocence For academic seekers, he was a fortune For the suffering, he was compassionate His words gave solace and comfort to several humanitarian organizations A genuine glimpse of his precious wisdom Is in the compilation of his academic assistance In his superlative wisdom was a fountain of guidance, In curbing violence, fear and anger Without him,Zimbabwe is left pooer Our tears may go dry but our memories will never He was the Godfather of peace, He is sadly missed along life’s ways, Quietly remembered every now and then He is no longer in our life to share realities of life But in our hearts he is always there Yes, he is gone but not forgotten

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Apr 19, 2019

Apr 19, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC

dumisani-ndlovu

ZIM LEFT POORER

To millions, he was an intellectual guide A source of unconditional love Indeed Dr Cephas George Msipa was a cherished comrade For the seekers, he was a treasurer For those suffering, his words gave them solace and comfort He was an inspiration Gone but not forgotten The nation learnt your departure with shock To Zimbabwean, you were a social economic and political guide Without you the nation is left poorer He was a socioeconomic guru, A source of unrestricted love For multitudes he was a dear friend A friend of unusual depth and innocence For academic seekers, he was a fortune For the suffering, he was compassionate His words gave solace and comfort to several humanitarian organizations A genuine glimpse of his precious wisdom Is in the compilation of his academic assistance In his superlative wisdom was a fountain of guidance, In curbing violence, fear and anger Without him,Zimbabwe is left pooer Our tears may go dry but our memories will never He was the Godfather of peace, He is sadly missed along life’s ways, Quietly remembered every now and then He is no longer in our life to share realities of life But in our hearts he is always there Yes, he is gone but not forgotten

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A humanitarian crisis, A situation catastrophic, A sprawl of ramshackle buildings, Now vacated, As masses continue to flee, What’s left of their battered motherland, With operation Murambatsvina at its apex, I left where my house used to stand, Now a rubble of broken bricks and choking dust, Just with the dress I was wearing, And bitter memories of a faceless monster, The prophet of doom, An epitome of conflicted personality, The hardhearted devil personified, I fled on foot, Ran-walked, ran-walked, Swam across the Limpopo River, Ran-walked across Kruger National Park, Met the police, Abused, ***** and sent back, Swam back, Ran-walked, ran-walked, This is the Zimbabwean fate, Our heart-wrenching fate, Exodus after exodus.

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May 18, 2015

May 18, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC

dr-noah-kaliofas-marutlulle

Exodus

A humanitarian crisis, A situation catastrophic, A sprawl of ramshackle buildings, Now vacated, As masses continue to flee, What’s left of their battered motherland, With operation Murambatsvina at its apex, I left where my house used to stand, Now a rubble of broken bricks and choking dust, Just with the dress I was wearing, And bitter memories of a faceless monster, The prophet of doom, An epitome of conflicted personality, The hardhearted devil personified, I fled on foot, Ran-walked, ran-walked, Swam across the Limpopo River, Ran-walked across Kruger National Park, Met the police, Abused, ***** and sent back, Swam back, Ran-walked, ran-walked, This is the Zimbabwean fate, Our heart-wrenching fate, Exodus after exodus.

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Now Smithy was as angry as poo He said Mickey, "Oi, Listen, must you! Come here for a meeting It'll be only fleeting But be there by a quarter to two." As loud as he dared With nostrils all flared Smith ranted and raved Like he was depraved No wonder Mickey was scared He began with a deep fierce roar And huffed like a bear that was sore "It's not easy to say I can't stand things this way I can't take it like this any more." Smith blew his red nose on his sleeve Then said "You must take now your leave You've driven me crazy No, I'm not being lazy I need some more me-time to grieve." "I know that our feelings were strong I am sorry that you must now be gone I'll always love you You held my hand in the loo It's not that you did anything wrong." Now who should replace him within? Our choices are looking too thin. I do know a man... This could be a plan... A Zimbabwean that has a big chin. Now the panel has been sacked The whole system looks cracked Who is next their line? Graeme Smith would be fine.. The captain has not yet been whacked. But what more can we say? Madness now leads the way. Since Onions' not out South Africa have doubt 'bout all that's 'tween night and the day.

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Feb 9, 2010

Feb 9, 2010 at 10:47 PM UTC

david-bird

Saffer Selection Shambles

Now Smithy was as angry as poo He said Mickey, "Oi, Listen, must you! Come here for a meeting It'll be only fleeting But be there by a quarter to two." As loud as he dared With nostrils all flared Smith ranted and raved Like he was depraved No wonder Mickey was scared He began with a deep fierce roar And huffed like a bear that was sore "It's not easy to say I can't stand things this way I can't take it like this any more." Smith blew his red nose on his sleeve Then said "You must take now your leave You've driven me crazy No, I'm not being lazy I need some more me-time to grieve." "I know that our feelings were strong I am sorry that you must now be gone I'll always love you You held my hand in the loo It's not that you did anything wrong." Now who should replace him within? Our choices are looking too thin. I do know a man... This could be a plan... A Zimbabwean that has a big chin. Now the panel has been sacked The whole system looks cracked Who is next their line? Graeme Smith would be fine.. The captain has not yet been whacked. But what more can we say? Madness now leads the way. Since Onions' not out South Africa have doubt 'bout all that's 'tween night and the day.

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I did not decide, To be Zimbabwean, Neither did I decide, To be in Zimbabwe, If I had a choice, I would neither, Be a Zimbabwean, Nor be in Zimbabwe, Only if I had a choice.

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May 18, 2015

May 18, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC

dr-noah-kaliofas-marutlulle

I did not decide

I did not decide, To be Zimbabwean, Neither did I decide, To be in Zimbabwe, If I had a choice, I would neither, Be a Zimbabwean, Nor be in Zimbabwe, Only if I had a choice.

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TRAVEL Take me to the sunny cities of Africa Especially to the sunny beaches of Madagascar Or a moment at the Zimbabwean Victoria falls Just to fill my insatiable need for cool air A taste of fresh breeze tingling my skin As I enjoy God’s immaculate nature creations Take me to the Biblical soils of Israel Make me visit the rice growing farmers of of Thailand And show me the fabulous Great Wall of China Then relax me in the floating hotels of Dubai Then you know I like travelling much There is a lot I need to see in this world From the great historical monuments of United States To the so much fabled twin tower , And maybe a sea-ride with the US marines Staying a day in the samba cities of Brazil Listening to soft reggae tunes from Jamaica Sometimes I wish I could see the Stonehenge And have a cup of tea with the Queen Does the Berlin corridor still exist? That one I will check on my own … As I travel around and around With a plane made in Japan

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Nov 3, 2016

Nov 3, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC

simbarashe1

travel

TRAVEL Take me to the sunny cities of Africa Especially to the sunny beaches of Madagascar Or a moment at the Zimbabwean Victoria falls Just to fill my insatiable need for cool air A taste of fresh breeze tingling my skin As I enjoy God’s immaculate nature creations Take me to the Biblical soils of Israel Make me visit the rice growing farmers of of Thailand And show me the fabulous Great Wall of China Then relax me in the floating hotels of Dubai Then you know I like travelling much There is a lot I need to see in this world From the great historical monuments of United States To the so much fabled twin tower , And maybe a sea-ride with the US marines Staying a day in the samba cities of Brazil Listening to soft reggae tunes from Jamaica Sometimes I wish I could see the Stonehenge And have a cup of tea with the Queen Does the Berlin corridor still exist? That one I will check on my own … As I travel around and around With a plane made in Japan

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Elders tell me the battle of 1992 was something else, All I remember is the yellow sadza, I was there, nonetheless. The scars I have are from the 2007-8 battle, I can’t imagine anything worse. I wouldn't wish my experiences, then, on my worst enemies. I have badges & trophies, medals & memories I would rather not possess. I am not resilient, I am not strong at all, as many suggest, I am just powerless. I see the tell tale signs of another one coming, My heart is beating, I am sweating, I am anxious. I am not prepared despite all my experiences in these battles. The battles for dignity, The battles for livelihood, The battles for three square meals. I am just a Zimbabwean.

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC

gaius-julius-caesar

I am Not Resilient, I am Just a Zimbabwean

Elders tell me the battle of 1992 was something else, All I remember is the yellow sadza, I was there, nonetheless. The scars I have are from the 2007-8 battle, I can’t imagine anything worse. I wouldn't wish my experiences, then, on my worst enemies. I have badges & trophies, medals & memories I would rather not possess. I am not resilient, I am not strong at all, as many suggest, I am just powerless. I see the tell tale signs of another one coming, My heart is beating, I am sweating, I am anxious. I am not prepared despite all my experiences in these battles. The battles for dignity, The battles for livelihood, The battles for three square meals. I am just a Zimbabwean.

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A heart, A soul, A troubled heart, A wounded soul, A bleeding heart, A wandering soul, My heart, My soul, My hardened heart, My battered soul, The heart of a lion, The soul of a bull-dozer, The heart of a survivor, The soul of a fighter The heart of a guerrilla, The soul of a gorilla, I have seen it all, I am a freedom fighter, I am a Zimbabwean, At heart and soul.

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC

dr-noah-kaliofas-marutlulle

Heart and soul (Zimbabwean)

A heart, A soul, A troubled heart, A wounded soul, A bleeding heart, A wandering soul, My heart, My soul, My hardened heart, My battered soul, The heart of a lion, The soul of a bull-dozer, The heart of a survivor, The soul of a fighter The heart of a guerrilla, The soul of a gorilla, I have seen it all, I am a freedom fighter, I am a Zimbabwean, At heart and soul.

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