Jumapili, 23 Desemba 2018

PASSION OF THE WRETCHED HEART

PASSION OF THE WRETCHED HEART

Finds grace in disgrace
Finds hoping in hopeless
Finds strength in weakness
Smiles in lonely mockeries
Finds light in total darkness.

Passion of the wretched heart
Tortures the lonely stubborn thought
Conquers the honest stabbing spears
Like lightning strikes the high creatures
Grinding solids to softness and stillness. 

Passion of the wretched heart
Stays majestically in mysterious
Like an owl singing the evil songs
At the midst of cool and silence night
Creating fears and tears to the ignorant.

Passion of the wretched heart
Soothes the negligible thought
Finds destiny in a vain disarray
Like the dawn illuminating sky
From total darkness and sparks.

Passion of the wretched heart
Covers blood with Holy waters
Outbursts ignitions with screams
Taking pains with smiles of heart
Feelings companion in loneliness.

Ijumaa, 21 Desemba 2018

THE PARCHED SOUL

PARCHED SOUL

Scratches and parches
Fractures and freights
Inceptions with deceptions
A soul in a tattered perceptions.

A soul found refuge in disarray
A fool sound engulfed the way
Triviality false cause dwelt hell
Hell to frail fainting soul to fail.

Scratches of the harden heart
Structured own spoilt patterns
Blinded conviction admittance
Homogenizing and energizing.

Evils ascendance to mount high
Rifles like to shoot the life to die
Making no efforts to escape cage
Erasing shame, hatred and cruelty.

The mystery of the Monastery
In the entity comes Sanctity
Cleansing of the sensing
MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA
MEA MAXIMA CULPA.

Jumanne, 11 Desemba 2018

ANGELIC CHILDHOOD

ANGELIC CHILDHOOD

Insults explode like electric fire
Fights rise as bullish fight higher
Anger dwells in hollow souled
Shaking vigorously the mankind.

The bitterness of mothers
Smiles fade over soft faces
Daughters now mothers
Mothers now daughters!

The planet would smile
Like the dawn at east
If adults would be kids
Playing the childish games!

Paradise would be at down
If adults would be ignorant
Of the wicked ways and naughty
Learning Biblic vowel n consonant!

Singing the bird songs
Seeking for Puritanism's
Like the white doves at airs
Flying with funny and smiles.

Jumapili, 9 Desemba 2018

SCINTILLATING PUNGENT HILLSIDE AROMA

SCINTILLATING PUNGENT HILLSIDE AROMA

Anointing descended from beam space
Landing on a land of total whim space
A nose holds and engulfs pungent smell
Like a birth giving mother to exhaling
Screaming and scratching for delivery.

Aroma causing twitters and whimpers
Aroma vengefully cracking scruffy
Fluffy face frightening fox
Frowsty room swallows
Swallows men in vain.

Fetid fluids fell freely from farthest
Splashing vinegary killing vampires
Acrid fluids cure to kill brains
Acidic fluids quench thirsty
Blowing of air curses land.

Scintillating pungent hillside aroma
Tastes bitter, blows in a stubborn corner
Captures humanity in madness and hate
Hate of common garments from ere
Holes open mouths to engulf sparks.

Alhamisi, 6 Desemba 2018

A POEM FROM THE CAVE

A POEM FROM THE CAVE

Once in the cave my light died
A few inches from my face and scared
Scared to enter the rocky mountainside
It was a cave mouth of impenetrable side
Impenetrable blackness shadowed side.

It was dank with dripping water sound
Its general shape, ovoid, walls ridged
Smoothly curved, walls above arched
Hundred feet to giant stalactites bat.

Small, loose stones littered the floor
Causing trip as I got closer to rock face
I shone the beam of my touch ahead
A cave came into view, small entrance.

The cave was built into muddy brown
Brown rock of cliff, stone at entrance
Was jagged uneven, difficult arrangement
I led up a trail created by countless
Countless footprints, obscured by bushes

Entering the cave becoming engulfed
Engulfed in chilling chilly blackness
Underfoot loose stones twisting ankles
The noise of disturbed rocks echoed
Echoed off the dense of dripping waters.

Ijumaa, 16 Novemba 2018

HONEY BEE, BE MY POETRY

HONEY BEE, BE MY POETRY

Honey bee, be my poetry
Honey bee, be my poultry
To let the poultryman collect
Meat and eggs into the basket.

You're my heart, you're my merriment
You're my treasure, you're my fulfilment
Heartbeats reach its maxima, a strange
A strange phenomenon love I smell
Thank you God, I found you living.

You're the light of my life, apple of my eye
You're my perfect match, one for me
I cherish you, I give you the privilege
Your love is magical, an endless tango
Your love is like a flame, to light my path
You care like a galaxy, in darkness midst.

Your love brought us, height of ecstasy
You're a bird in my hand, than millions
In the bush, we're the twins joined
Joined by God, Creator of the universe
You cast a spell on me, stole my heart.

Love is beautiful, love is cute, wonderful!
You're my choicest, out of millions
None deserves my heart, none but you
Love isn't just rapturous tickling
And loads of glamorous sensations
Love is purely giving, I give you my love !

Jumatano, 14 Novemba 2018

MY HEART IS SO TIRED

MY HEART IS SO TIRED

I'm tired of fighting
A lonely battle and paining
For once, I want to be fought for
It hurts but I'm used to bear it
Tears are words the heart can't say.

That I would stop loving you
Was my endless heart attack
It pains, it hates, to stop loving you
I cry not because I am extremely weak
But I have been strong for too long.

Being alone is not the worst
But being forgotten by you dearest
For you have become a stranger soonest
I swear, it was not a mistake loving you
But thinking that I love you, it was.

I always try to forget you, let you go
But in the end, you live in my mind
You lied, I cried, no apologies right
Anyway, I don't miss you, but personality
Personality that I thought you belonged.

Jumanne, 13 Novemba 2018

A GAZE FROM THE HORIZON

A GAZE FROM THE HORIZON

A gaze from the mountaintops
A gaze towards the scattered fountains
Beneath the valley of swallowing craters
A swing to let rays dwell above skies
A black sky, above the richest landscapes
Africa, a magnanimous continent you are!

Africa of the richest ode and sweet stories
Africa of the heroic and horror tales
Africa hidden behind the illuminant tales
Africa of the most powerful telescopes
To let hawks and vagabonds emerge
Emerge from the hidden treasures.

Africa told by gods' and goddesses' tales
Tales of the virgin lands and richness
From the time immemorial to civility
Awful civilization and brainwash
Tearing off African golden garments
Nostalgic Africa you're, Mama Africa !

Flutes and criers of the silent night
Summon for African awake and fight
For it's a battle to restore the lost dignity
African dignity and humidity over leaves
Leaves are dried that no creature lives
Wallowing covering homes of braves.

Jumatatu, 29 Oktoba 2018

SUBMISSION

POEM TITLE : ME AND YOU AUTHOR : REGNARD BISHOZA You're the reason, my hurt runs thump ! thump ! Darling, my precious princess ! Your feet of arched bone Your hard little feet, take my spies! You're the treasure to keep my tenderness Compassion in passion of craziness Heartthrobs ride our twin like naughties. Dearlie darling, my candy ice cream You're the light of my life, one and only Amore in amours, under shed we lie Loneliness takes breath in your absence Your fatigue flowing in my frozen body Held by your wide fruit smoothest mouth. Honey pie, lassie to invest endearment Fondness architect, my gem in brightness That I'm a prisoner devoted solicitude To cherish, to warm, to paint smile Over your intimacy desire and doting In our by shore nostalgic Cinderellas. THE AUTHOR'S SHORT BIO Regnard Bishoza is a Tanzanian upcoming poet and lover of literature. He holds Bachelor of Arts with Education in Literature and Linguistics. He holds an International Diploma in poetry awarded by World Nations Writers Union in Kazakhstan. He is a Chief Representative of WNWU Kazakhstan in Tanzania. His poetry has been massively published at home and abroad in different anthologies and magazines. POEM NOTE : This poem is original, not published anywhere.

Ijumaa, 19 Oktoba 2018

THIS IS FOR YOU

THIS IS FOR YOU

The replica of my mystery
The fresher of my fiery
The helper of my failures
For you're only you
For no one but you.

Hold my roaming heart
Wrap it into your chest
Hold it into your veins
Gulp it down your throat
And I will sink totally.

For love is a roaming bird
Over skies seeking for perch
Hold my heart, I want to perch
For you're the only greenish
To nourish my withering heart.

Jumatatu, 6 Agosti 2018

POSTULATES AND SUBSTRATUMS FOR HUMANITY RELIEF

POSTULATES AND SUBSTRATUMS FOR HUMANITY RELIEF.

Better life for all is a sacrificial agenda
Service regardless of culture, creed, class or racial claims tying the global groups
Commitment for humanity and destiny
Majority service for majority greatness.

Equality, liberty and fraternity leading way
Addressing essential community issues
Courage, willing to die, we can live fairly
Nonviolence though water hoses around
Police clubs, police dogs, majestically.

Soul inflammation for love and humanity
Awakening slumbering consciences
Defending justice for all and sundry
Injustice anywhere, injustice everywhere
Confronts inevitable for social welfare.

Community for sister and brotherhood
Oppression pangs, manslaughter kind
Come together, abandon race, religion
Love thy enemy and victims for enjoying.

Readily endure suffering and sacrifice
Seeking of your cause for humanity
Human dignity, respect human beings
Forgive victimizers, respect brotherhood
Let faith prevail for universal justice.

Jumapili, 15 Julai 2018

A LONG LETTER OF GRIEF

A LONG LETTER OF GRIEF

When I think of you
I cry but don't mind
Because each teardrop is for you
And each teardrop brings a memory
And each memory brings a smile
And each smile paints life back
For death left a heartache
That no one can heal
For love leaves a memory
That no one can steal !

My memory falls into a ditch of love
Asking for you all the countless time
My eyes find total umbra like darkness
When I try to gesture of your presence
Ooush ! You're no longer there
You seem to be near though invisible
You're with me, laughing with me
You are in my heart, I can't say
You're in my thought, in life always!

Sometimes, my wish is your presence
Telling you, how much I need you
Crying for you, heart wrench all the way
The way you would carry my heavy cross
The way you would shade away my tears
Overwhelming sadness is my home
Hopeless, feeling numb to the world.

Grief is like the ocean, comes in waves
Ebbing and flowing in cool and disguise
Sometimes the water is totally calm
Sometimes it is too overwhelming
All we do is to live swimming
Holding back waves and swaying.

Grief is like a portable ice
Held in hands, cold much
Dropped down and smelts
Held in hands and freezes
Tormenting most beholders.

#nostalgicmemoriesofgrief

HOMECOMING

HOMECOMING

Africa, the cradle of giving birth
Africa, heaved out her loins opened
Opened to let hawks and harks explode
Wearing wings to fly over finding path.

For Africa wraps souls of racial oneness
The trumpet blows summoning races
Races lost in vain of total darkness
Races of illuminant hinges of lights.

Homecoming summon for home having
For home is supreme beyond all beauties
Glittering like galaxies swaying over skies
For we are one and only Africa is our land

Africa resorted to public serenity latrines
Africa raped besides her mother lingeries
Africa wrapped in dried banana leaves
Africa wrapped and dumped into fires.

For African voice raised and echoed back
Africa lost for Africans lost in darkness
Wearing jeans and left back jewellers
For patriotism was told beyond borders.

Hey Africa, put on your Maasai gumboot
Hold the amulet and enter the forest
Beasts must be bruised and killed
For it's our jungle, let majestically step in.

Ijumaa, 15 Juni 2018

ME AND YOU

ME AND YOU

You're the reason, my heart runs Thump! Thump!
Darling, my precious princess!
Your feet of arched bone
Your hard little feet, take over my spies!
You are a treasure to keep my tenderness
Compassion in passion of craziness
Heartthrobs ride our twin-like naughties!

Dearlie darling, my candy ice cream
You're the light of my life, one and only
Amore in amours, under shed we lie
Loneliness takes breath in your absence
Your powerful army invaded me at night
Your fatigues flowing in my frozen body
Held by your wide fruit smoothest mouth.

Honey pie, lassie to invest endearment
Fondness architect, my gem in brightest
That I am a prisoner devoted solicitude
To cherish, to warm, to paint smiles yet
Over your intimacy desire and doting.

I was lonely ever since you hid behind
Lost in the unseen world accomplishing
Accomplishing the tarantella to withhold
In our by shore nostalgic Cinderellas
But I frankly love your most caring feet
That took you in air and blowing winds
Until they trapped me like the magnets.

#regnardbishoza

Jumamosi, 12 Mei 2018

WHAT IS THIS, BIAFRA?

WHAT IS THIS, BIAFRA ?

A peaceful land invaded with riots
Riots against disapproval mankind
Riots to return the promised land
A land bleeding and raining blood
Blood of innocent, bruises of crowd.

Shrieks and shreds, mankind mutilation
Shrews all over the shaking entire lands
That freedom raped and stolen in vain
Freedom freedom, a song of endless
Creedal novenas to let peace reign.

That a mankind finds refuge in peace
Is an adage and hopeless to reveal
Why intervention to distort mankind?
Why intervention to resort bloodshed?
Killing and deserting the pearl of peace?

Once patriarchy nocks at neighbourhood
We all feel the internal restlessness
Once peace is mixed with wars
We all walk in terror and death
Die a little, for the poor survival.

Why creating the iron hand to kill?
We are already crippled and needy
And you want to cut our flesh
And drink blood from sunken
We are innocent and tired
Tired of smelling blood
Blood of our sons and daughters
Our tales have turned to dirges
Covering our smiles like masks.

Jumamosi, 5 Mei 2018

TELL ME AFRICA

TELL ME AFRICA

Africa, Africa of Magnificence
Africa told behind stories
Stories of bitter and sweet
Immemorial Africa you are
Paramount, Africa you are.

It's in you that we're made
It's in you that we cherish
Pride of greatness chaste
Cries rise, cries sweeten
Like lions of jungle fields
We walk twisting our tails.

Tell me Africa, tell me Africa
Africa, the pride of ancestor
Africa walking in bone marrow
Africa circulating in blood veins
Africa controlling the heartbeats
Africa of unusual magnanimity.

Tell me Africa, tell me Africa
Bizarrely I sighted you in horizons
Twisting the binocular for clear sight
I saw cloud cover hiding you behind
Behind the gorgeous sight of delight
Bitterness invaded sweetness beside.

Tears falling down my watery cheeks
For I found that you're the public sight
Public serenity to hold pinches of nose
You're the deserted, abandoned orphan
You're told behind stories of barbaric.

Africa, the industry of splendid artefact
Africa, the own despising and ignorant
They say, you're not a civilized being
They say, they find comfort beyond
Africa, collect your chicks behold
Underneath your mightier wing.

Jumatatu, 26 Machi 2018

SPLASH OF TEARS

SPLASH OF TEARS

Befallen to the bosom of east
Encroached to liquidize dry face
Endless triumph of crushing beast
Because it was culminated with fate.

I was raped in a sunny day at arena
I was raged to succumb struggles
Struggles to spare my virginity
And I was overpowered to surrender
Struggles from fate ended into silence.

I cried and exploded, voice ran to driest
Thundering to terrify the fiercest beast
The beast whistled to summon beasts
They came wearing in tidy costumes
Like the ancient Greek tragic comedians.

I was surrounded in a lonely like grave
I was asked to surrender soul to them
And to surrender my lineage to them
Like a dumbfounded being I was in grief
They held into their hands my poor life.

I was ignorant of holding pen to write
On their emptied white paper of oaths
I was inked with concentrated ink
Soaking my thumb and marked papers
Written in a language of the Goliath
I was David to exchange tongues.

When I break into oceanic tears
Then stop grieving with my parched heart
For I know who opened his Fallopian tube
To let birth of my cries, to please my soul
I am a poor man to please myself with fly.

Jumatatu, 26 Februari 2018

POETRY AT MIDNIGHT

POETRY AT MIDNIGHT

Poetry at midnight
Nightingale at midnight
Of entry past the doomed pace
We all weep away tears for tease.

Poetry at midnight
All the way at darkest
When words lack an exit
Like the caged bird to extinct.

Poetry at midnight
Knowledge at midnight
Nonsense grabs the mind
Hopeless pays a legal visit
That we all live for emptied.

Poetry at midnight
Pen tears ink in pales
That air extinguishes pads
A poet at soliloquies of faint.

Jumamosi, 24 Februari 2018

BLOOD IN MY PEN

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.

Ijumaa, 23 Februari 2018

PARCHED SOUL

PARCHED SOUL

Scratches and parches
Fractures and freights
Inceptions with deceptions
A soul in a tattered perceptions.

A soul found refuge in disarray
A fool sound engulfed the way
Triviality false cause dwelt hell
Hell to frail fainting soul to fail.

Scratches of the harden heart
Structured own spoilt patterns
Blinded conviction admittance
Homogenizing and energizing.

Evils ascendance to mount high
Rifles like to shoot the life to die
Making no efforts to escape cage
Erasing shame, hatred and cruelty.

The mystery of the Monastery
In the entity comes Sanctity
Cleansing of the sensing
MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA
MEA MAXIMA CULPA.

HELP THE POOR

HELP THE POOR

My ink will dry
If I stop to cry
For the needy
If I stop to pray
For poor men
And I will die.

The life we live
Is the life we love
The smile we have
Is vanishing a weep
We smile big today
We cry big next day.

Save the poor people
God blessed you a lot
A lot as Abraham's joy
Share mutually your joy
To those in a needy living
Starving in a driest desert.

Share your smile with others
Share your pride to please others
Spare your minutes dying a little
Flair your gentleness declaration
For your reputation will never vanish
On earth and heaven, will forever shine.

Curse not the noble beggars in streets
Curse not the orphanages in camps
Curse not the old, blinds and crippled
Wipe away their sweat for little you have
Wipe away their tears for daily curses
Pray for them, finance anyway for them.

Alhamisi, 22 Februari 2018

THE TRELLIS OF HUMANITY

THE TRELLIS OF HUMANITY

Humanity is a planet hanging over skies
Humanity is a planet with no orbit
Humanity is a map with no scale
Humanity is a zigzag line, not straight
Humanity is the hidden tressure in vain
Humanity demands light illuminations.

We all need to fix trellis for humanity
With no reeds of egoisms, humanity
Unity welcomes home for humanity
Unconditional love is the trellis
To let humanity stay and rest
Humanity dwells in humanity.

Humanity is a blind creature walking
To be tenderly held and led to destination
Humanity is all about wearing one's shoe
And find yours foremost after others
Humanity is life sacrificial for others
Humanity is live and let live for happiness
No more live and let die for happiness!

HEART ACHES

HEART ACHES

When it comes to violations of life lines
Then it hurts to abortion of life rights
Heart pulses old purses to stinks
When an adult bursts into tears
Then men turn back to shame
And uncover his clothes outs.

Violation of human rights
Poisons meals to killings
Fate is invited in honours
To let humanity get buried
Underneath the carpets
Carpets of dehumanizing.

Let the flag of humanity be hoisted
At the peak of the world mountains
That the blinds will sense illumination
Let the breeze of humanity sway beyond
Beyond the limits of their boundaries
And we shall all testify hope in despairs.

Let the cries of dehumanization be filled
With over spouts of humanity to please
Let parents remain parents, not chaps
That the world will find peace to enjoy
The fruits of justice and harmony.

Ijumaa, 9 Februari 2018

HOLD MY HAND

HOLD MY HAND

To let my body emerge
Out of the bondage hell
To let my humanity raise
Like the sunrise at the east.

Hold my hand
To redeem my blood from shed
At jungles of humanity abasement
At unanswered cries of slaughters.

Hold my hand
To let men see jeweleries from shit
Like doves, let skirts fly over skies
Declaring funerals of innocents.

Hold my hand
To sing the feminist song
Promoting smiles to the grieved
Fixing wheels to run the dying jet.

Hold my hand
To let fists become garments
To let spits and swain be kisses
To let patriarchy bow and humble.

TO HELL BE BLASPHEMY

TO HELL BE BLASPHEMY

When I was young
Mummy told me
Porridge is sweet
When it is sugary.

God created Adam
God created Eve
Adam was grateful
Eve was likely grateful.

A man and a woman
Join and bring kids
The house is engulfed
With joys and smiles.

A mortar and a pestle
Grind and smoothen
Stubborn mixtures
To find the contents.

A man now a woman!
Let men terrified with
Ugly faces and muscles
For beauty and tenderness
No longer found to men.

Let females terrified with
Feminine body and beauty
For both possess bullet
Lacking guns to shoot.

Let demonic spirit
Quit from Holy place
Let blasphemy civilization
Spare the dying planet
For God is against evil
And angered by evil men.

Alhamisi, 8 Februari 2018

GRAMOPHONE AT THE MOUNTAINTOP

GRAMOPHONE AT THE MOUNTAIN TOP

Gramophone in cacophony
Gramophone hung topmost
Leaning below, underneath
With wrath, shouts to hells.

In a desolate lonely land
Land amidst abandoned
And deserted apprentice
Shaking to let destructions.

Gramophone of natural sound
Awakes the asleep and the died
Cracks the walls of ancient castles
Gramophone, destructive anathemas.

Natures sway in rhythms and praise
Praising and nodding to confusions
Miraculously sighting to the dawns
Skies opening to declare the essence.

Gramophone fixed anew to fill gaps
Hollowness of the brain rain tumours
Of manhood assassination in witness
Of darkness to rebirth the lost lightness!

Copyright@2018
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