WHEN MY MIND SMILES
My thought has tasted sweet
Transferring it to the mystery
When my mind attain smiles
Like that of the blossoming parrot
I have enthroned a throne in palace.
When my mind wins smiles
Passion has overwhelmed
My heart is broken in pieces
Like destructed by flickering
I hold smile to overcome pains.
Smiles hide the dying souls
Caging them like broods
Under the hen's wings
Finding rest from vain
Running away from rain.
YOU ARE THE JEWELLERY IN RUSTING
Whenever my mind navigates your inbox
What I find is your glistering thin rods
Worn around the swaying strings
Of your black creations in springs
For sure, you are the jewellery being.
What I know and can ask of you
What I show is something in few
I found skins but not sweating black
I bestowed and adorn your uniqueness
Like the Maasai jewellers in blackness.
Sit on a circular bamboo chair
Bring the wine to soften my mouth
What I am telling is adorable in nature
Spirits of thick forest and sleeping gods
Can break my head into halves and suffer.
The drum beats are danced in rhythms
To let the the song sink in ears like boats
Songs in black tongues provoking beauty
Beauty of natural dancers painting alters
Dust covers the sky and energetic dances.
Africa of the ancient warriors
Africa of the epic ancient tales
Africa of the richest oral tradition
My great great grandpa told in tales
My best stories reside in your beauty
Of traditional values you enriched us.
You taught not pen but harvest and plants
The sky changed to blacken your natures
From black tongue to awful fake tongues
Your farms grow out market not catering
Your sky is full of glistering artificial lights
No longer sindimba but nightclubs in dark
You accept noble death in a vain sights
No longer mubhilizi but pills and injection
I will cry for your noble death and loosing.
THE FRAGMENTED HEART
Broken in pieces
Spoken in peaces
In its absences
Picking troubles
Of the innocence.
Thought was hanged
Brought in wrapped
Twisted to its burst
Burst of reddish fluid
Sweat in glaciers fluid.
Tears of righteous
Falling from rights
Cracking difficulties
Tracing tears beats
Hopping in disguise.
Fragmented heart
Declared humanity
Decadence humility
Destined from guilty
Geared to tranquillity.
BLOOD IN MY PEN
I found my pen soused in a chap of blood
My pen was crying in reddish tears flood
The hyphen of inhumane had captured
The wrinkle of my pen lined in raptures
When men were celebrating in happiness.
I looked south, west, east and north
I glimpsed the cries of matured men
Skies were smeared with bloodshed
Like the flesh moon struggling to emerge
Water had engulfed the souls of men.
My pen was in a deep mind blowing
Salvation was hidden in narrow pathway
Blood was the only fantastic drink passion
To quench thirsty of monsters like men
Flickering fetched the souls to rest men.
My pen found rest on towers elevated
My pen spoke of the machete rested
Across the innocent necks and struck
Kids found homes in a smoking lands
Displaced homes like land earthquake.
Blood in my pen, blood in my eyes
Flood in my thought, peace in vain
Souls are fetched like spring waters
Humans are tigers attacking humans
No more peace, no more big smiles.
PSYCHOANALYTICAL DRIVES
I hold knife, I hold life
Kissing blood in public
Peeping amidst rubric
My minds count presume
Reluctantly reacting reality.
Resentment in nonsense
In predicament hopeless
Mediate dilemmas to rest
Knotty is known as spoonfeed
Looking men underneath feet.
I am the Lion of the jungle field
I am the tooth to streak jumbled
Confidant and hot blooded being
Confide me not of the humanity
For I found home not in tranquillity.
If I say no, don't say yes
This is what I can breath
Out of my will and my fate
I can kill because I am brainless
I can feel guilty in mind absence.
Inflammation in me is like petroleum fires
Gospels are strident awaking disturbance
No compromise to my compiled thoughts
Like hell my heart perceives no righteous
Id - ego - superego work in a disunited.
Regnard Bishoza is a Tanzanian upcoming poet holding Bachelor of Arts with Education (Literature and Linguistics). He is enthusiastic in literary world for peace and humanity. He participated in International World Contest for best Poet and Writer of the world conducted to honour the commemoration of Kazakhstan independence in 2017 and awarded with an International Diploma.
PEACE IN A LONELY LANE
Peace
Peace is hidden
Since no reason
Seeking for it on
The surface bay.
If peace
Would be writings
World would have peace
For writers would write to fade
Of course, peace is living in men.
What? peace
What a cutie jewelry
But costs souls of men
Men are paying homage and
Peace is a deaf god under caves.
Peace waved
His hand and said
"I will come after ten"
Land was bloody and mass
Graves greedy grinded men.
Peace is Noah's ark
Enters few as needle's hole
Lingerie like hidden and hark
To let the mass shout dying cries
Land is deserted dug by flickerings.
Peace is a pupil
People are eyelids
Protecting pupil from attacks
If eyelids fail, pupil is at dangers
If eyelids are active, pupil survives.
Written by : REGNARD BISHOZA
Country : TANZANIA.
A NIGHTINGALE SINGS THE SOOTHING ELEGY
Tears drop from the liquidised eyes
Heart aches when it comes to wars
Fought in alien innocent lands poles
First great wars in the African lands
Fetched men from home to bloodshed
On the lands of their gods with heartfelt.
Millions of breaths were buried in graves
Million of breaths in East Zoo found dead
Bayonets and guns found friends in blacks
Adversary ammunition dismembered and
Bloody howling winds to mass killings
Gathering like pearls in alien graves land.
Hunger and starvation permanently lived
Fear and ambition battled in African land
Shedding blood in a no value of futures
Creating smiles to masters, cries to slave
Witnessing incest crimes, killing relative
Sympathy bore brutal treatment cures.
Eyes declare victory in mysterious
Ears perceive vicarious sumptuous
Igniting humanity to complex values
Fate supplementing to vacuum laughs
Fermenting value to noble emptiness
Counting in vain to praise cacophonies.
THE STUBBORN MIKE
A mike that echoes
At distant than Jericho's
To reach the entire races
The drivers and passengers.
Handle me with a mike
To cry and let noise
Disturb the vagabonds
And lazy digesters!
Handle me with a mike
To blow the horns
Like the trumpets
To summon the undermined.
Mike awakes fight
Of fair and spare threat
To empower the chameleon
To fly higher than the eagle!
