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Marrily R. Kuzonyei
We Belong to Each Other
ISBN 10: 1 4241 2596 0
ISBN 13: 978 1 4241 2596 8
Synopsis
My poems resemble the pages of my life which portray my emotional revolution from anguish to bliss. This is presented through various forms of imagery and lyrics combined with themes of transformation of the mind and body through sleep, dreams, love and natural phenomenon in a narrative form. By means of poetry as a mirror to my innermost being, I am reflecting and revealing my undisclosed existence in response to my life experience. Therefore, it is my great endeavour to impart to my generation and the one in the making, the way in which the love, smile and presence of a true friend as well as a loved ones pulls rank over pain, glum and tears.
Excerpt
A true ray of hope
I cannot take away the heart ache,
But I can surely hold your heart
And gently stroke it whilst you rest.
I cannot make you forget,
But I can give you memories to enjoy
And know that life includes you.
I cannot be the sun in your world,
But that candle in the night,
A true ray of hope.
I cannot stop the shedding of tears,
But I will dry your teary eyes
And show you the way to live to see the next day.
With you
My mission is to be wholesome,
Having what many call an example,
Being a visionary with thoughts abound,
A lover with feeling so real,
And a heart of gold, feelings untold.
Our mission is to be awesome,
Having what all call enlightening,
Being a missionary with feelings so vast,
Lovers with healing, a daily meal,
And hearts of ages, untimed, untamed.
Their mission is never to be lonesome,
Having each other, what all call “us” Being.
Words from a friend you have
In a world of total strangers,
Smiling like angels singing,
Eyes set and fixed,
Upon an angel gracing
The earth beneath, sadly,
Her heart weeping.
Tears like a fountain pouring,
Fears, like a mountain rising,
Dreams running wildly,
Dancing like starry pages of skies,
Different worlds, different strokes,
The same heart, stop weeping.
Beside, stands a friend,
One holding your heart in his,
Constantly running the wrong race
But always wearing the same smile,
Wish you could join him,
His wish by night and day,
We’re watching over you our baby,
Let him watch us with you.
Snow white turning grey
Snow white turning grey.
Streaming clouds feel and fill the sky,
Snow white, snow grey,
The breath slowly changing,
Colder by the second,
A wash following through to cleanse,
As heaven cries, that’s falling,
My beloved earth, greatly receiving,
Such a blessing hope for nature,
That life is still at hand,
A future of hope, that so much needed,
The scenery, great honest of green,
Mammals joyously streaking
Through ‘scapes that welcome the soulful play,
Foals falling; nestles their first, flying
Into nature’s comforting hands, those arms,
Receiving, loving, a great something
From streaming clouds filling the sky,
Snow white turning grey.
The Voice of The Voiceless
ISBN 10: 0 8059 8385 6
ISBN 13: 978 0 8059 8385 2
I cannot elude the dreadful truth about the death of a sovereign nation once built upon democracy. There is so little ground beneath the feet of the oppressed Zimbabweans that they have all been long silenced. To the ruling minority, crisis in
Excerpt
25 years after independence
We are
... angry
And
... hungry.
We are
... ill
And
... still.
We are
... suffering
And
... dying.
We are
... crying
And
... trying.
We are
... bleeding
And
... pleading.
We are
... homeless
And
... hopeless.
We are
... dejected
And
... rejected.
Call for deliverance
We are in bad shape.
We are close to extinction like apes.
The law plucked our feathers.
Regulations clipped our wings of liberty.
Democracy saw us rapped;
Left us in shock and horror wrapped.
Our spirits are sapped.
In misery we are trapped.
We' ve been deceived.
We' ve been misled.
We' ve been used.
We are now dispirited.
Today in history
Time goes back to 1890
When forefathers embraced
The hands of colonization
Losing land, homes and possessions.
We are equally doomed to demise,
Deprived of roofs over our heads.
Piles of ashes stand in place of our habitats.
We have nothing but memories to keep us warm.
Our hearts are bleeding in billion ripples.
Authorities discarded our lives
In the rims of cities like garbage.
We are disillusioned. We are disenchanted.
I query your compass
The wise men came from the east.
The sun rises in the east.
If we look towards the east,
Will salvation come from the east?
The settlers came from the west.
The sun sets in the west.
If we look towards the west,
Will doom come from the west?
No, it won't come from the west.
It will die in the west with the rest!
Tribute to WOZA
Happy Mother's Day women of
What would our lives be without you,
The soil in which we sprout?
Accept my bouquet of flowers.
You are the true unsung heroes
Standing up for the rights of this nation.
There is no field as fertile as your love.
Your love is endless like the sky,
Older than the earth and more enduring.
Mothers you are eggs of stone, resilient to police brutality.
I salute your courage in the struggle against these chains of bondage.
I admire your aptitude in erasing tears with lullabies.
Happy Mother's Day women of
What would our lives be without you,
The soil in which we sprout?