Poly's Eerie Belly - Emon Fire

Eerie as motions slowed, symbols en-route directing caution
Impeding the dual passage was ‘impending expansion’
Robotic control- stop!
Go! Rumbling and we crawled into a steady cruise
Jolted into semi-consciousness by the odd imperfection on the uneven tarmac

Awakening – music by delegation
I-open to distant lights beckoning

Welcome is orchestrated by a cosmic spattering of rushing lights
Feverently they seemingly dizzify, Acting ‘Town Criers’
Question Cries out allowed,
Yet Answer lies just beyond yonder
frustrated Myopia then fuels Mr Antics
Ohh Man the trixx (poly in nature) of Empty Vessel’s expongent Bursts
So we now encounter noise – Termed Blackholes Back Hose

Suppressing all ideologies of illumination
Enlist Porn, of which few dare ingest

Youth them minds need condomise , protection on the future
Mass conception buttered into play-play, greenhouse researchers
From half-baked exhaustHeAD . . .

Lights out Again! Till enlightment
I PaUsE!!

My Distant Sister ~ Xolile Sizephe ~

Ten crippled someone was dialled but no phone rang. No one came charging in while the lights were out in her room… damn

The vibrations of her silent phone call shook my subconscious and lead me to that the unseen crime scene where the white outlines of childhood died. I Took a look at cadaver and what I saw was tell signs of struggle: wet lines that ran from eye to jaw, I singled out helplessness as the cause, next I came across puddles of tears drops, evidence of broken hearts and dejected dreams, so I followed these forlorn streams to blue coloured arms hidden under the long sleeves’ of cover ups, lies and social awkwardness to elude the questions and fuss.

The pieces were falling into place this child’s damp and aged face and eyes look like they have stared the devil in the face… maybe they have because she closes her eyes but doesn’t fall asleep. in fear of falling further when he creeps into dreams that aren’t mothered by imagination. Her nightmares trickle into reality. She is incomplete as her soul is filled with holes but I can’t get a ballistic match, I can’t dust the fingerprints on her thighs, I can’t calm her and tell her it will be okay when she cries. Father give her strength to make that call and forgive us all for simply listening and not acting. I can’t continue my investigation I can’t get her testimony cause the emotions of hate she feels fall out the jurisdiction of my page! But I can hold her hand lovingly in prayers and hug her tight never wanting to let go of my distant sister in my hopes will she heal only tomorrow knows.

Case closed

BrokeNscribE


© 2009 X Sizephe

... ~ Joseph Nii Allotey ~

who cares if lil children are dying,
afterall we watch their mother's crying.
we kick em in their stomachs even as they are dying
and look upon their infants as tho they are prying.
who dares accuse the other of lying,
when secretly both parties are smiling.

there is no solution, remedy, or resolution.
must wars continue without absolution
or are all our hopes and dreams tied to an illusional evolution?

© 2009 J N Allotey

Young Men's Struggles today ~ Joseph Nii Allotey ~

struggling young man had his palm glued to his head by the sweat of his brow

no matter how hard he worked, life always dealt him a fresh blow

Downcast, he surrendered to what he did not know,

nearing the end, every beating heart tends to take it slow.

Struggling young man released a deep sigh

all the while his eyes remained fastened to his left thigh

from the bar stool where he sat, he felt quite 'high'

regretfully he new in a few moments he'd have to say goodbye

Struggling young man swallowed a pill,red or white, he could no longer feel

He knew in phases his life would begin to peel,

His final moments, captured on life's golden reel.

© 2009 J N Allotey

My Thought ~ Lerato Sinaye Dowse ~

Tell me how Am i supposed
to write about ubuhle be Afrika xandibona
ukonakala..
OOOyyyiiini, Khanindimameleni
Ndimncinane ndingaka ndineecginga ezivuthiweyo..
Why wont you listen to us Zuma,
phela kwento oyaziyo zingooma zase'khwetheni
kwaz'ba uqhayisela bani kwedini ndini...
Ilizwe lethu laafa nguwe,nezi Youth League zakho
zikrwada, abazi nes'mamva, nto bayaziyo
ku thula oo Tata bethu ezihlalweni zabo...
benditshilo ndathi, ndinomlomo ovuthiweyo..

Arent we supposed to boast about our Beauty,
of a good lost heritage,
civilisation....Africanism...

Makhosi, if you can
throw your bones ask my forefathers
Tlatlamatjolo,
Mvelinqangi
Mfo ka Sisulu
Qamatha, Hector

YOU died for this freedom
to take it back....
its too much for the black man.....

© 2009 L S Dowse


finally a piece in an Afrikan Language more is to come . . .
as I said before it is the time of the Afrikan Writer!