The Poetry Night was held last Friday, 15 February starting at 2000 hours. Present was Mrs Anne Mukabe, the Director of Programmes who recorded the poems for the day for the Poetry Corner Radio Program which is broadcast every Wednesday at 1015 hours on Radio 2. We hold these every fortnight, so the next one is on 22 February 2013 at Kitwe Little Theatre in the Main Bar.
(Pamela is Business Manager at NKAS, NKANA-Kitwe Arts Society and coordinated the first Poetry Night for 2013)
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Disjointed Emotions
by Barnabas Kanjela
Mostly understood or is it?
How … in a world of motives
Motives disjointed in emotions and supposedly affections
Affections found in loose bindings
Evokes grand contentment and sometimes contempt
In full bloom it evokes bliss and joy
In contempt it evokes wrath, harsh and pain
Like fire, it is a double edged sword
It can even pluck out life from itself
Disjointed Emotions
It takes one to extremes
On its uncharted path it leaves no stone unturned
Matrimony, acrimony, harmony or even divorce
Like a river depositing silt into the sea
It ends in disjointed and mixed emotions
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Roses, Kisses and Chocolates
by Bwalya Kazungo
Looking to and fro
None but the sound
The wind that brings smiles
Smiles …
Smiles with Roses, kisses and chocolates
Then eyes focused
Focused looking at you
You and only you
The joy that gives roses, kisses and chocolates
Looking to and from
Like a bird flying
Flying with Joy
Yet looking down
Down on the beauty
The beauty you have
Just like roses, kisses and chocolates
Yes …
Roses, kisses and chocolates
I just love them
Like I do
Roses, kisses and chocolates
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If I were a painting
by Webster Kamaloni
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait
I would stand
I heard you were living down in Kitwe
With them high class friends of mine
But did I ever once cross your mind?
You told them I was dead
And of my existence you denied
Oh what pleasure it gives me now
To learn that you’re pleading inside
If I were a painting
Caught in the still life
Surrounded by shadows or lost
In the back ground of blue
If I were a painting
My life would be pain
And the artist would be you
You were my breath, you were my life
You were my every move I ever made
If I were a painting
Imagine the colours would all run together
if you ever allowed me to cry
So, don’t paint the tears
Just let me remember me
without you in my eyes
It’s only the flame that holds me together
Or else I’d be falling apart
Please go away you may spoil everything
Your love has just turned out too late
If I were a painting
I wouldn’t feel and you wouldn’t be breaking my heart!!!
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The friend we Love to Dine with
by George Howard Musonda
I’m a man without a poem, you can’t see me
I’m a man without a poem
In man’s world I’m the jewelry you like to wear
I’m like a diamond ring, like a gold chain
Yet I cause you so much pain
In the bird world I’m the eagle high
Lion of the jungle doesn’t fly
Boring and dry
My poetry is deep
Yet in the sea world I’m wide and hollow
Empty, tiny the path you fancy and easily follow
Between the lines find words you want to borrow
I’m a man without a poem, yet poetry is all I see, feel and touch
This is the line upon which my poetry dwells
When I speak, I spit sweet and split it well
I know it’s off the rail
My path a sure way to destruction, hell
I play words like a ringing bell
I’m a product of my own time trail
Brush-off the shadow
I’m the head himself and not the tail
I’m the friend you love to dine with
I’m sin
Beware! I’m the man without a poem, proud and free
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It’s all about me
by George Howard Musonda
What’s the rush speed or fuss?
Pass – my seed is a bus without gas
Dash and cruise to be trash
I’m clever, smart and I know it
Stuck in the middle of nowhere
Pluck a little courage to somewhere
A deep breath I take
Hear me, feel me and listen
It’s all about me
Nobody but me
I … am … – Queen
Me, myself and I
Oh yes
It’s in the air
The wind – speaking softly to my soul
Am I dumb, deaf or dead?
Who will cry when I die?
It matters less …
Is it a blessing?
It’s all about me
Oh my death bed, as I lay to die
It’s me, myself and I
Who shall I see when I die?
Where shall I be when I die?
It’s all about me
Me, myself and I
It’s all about me
Who will cry when I die?
What about me, myself and I?
It’s all about me
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