Poets And Their Planet by Ndaba Sibanda The avid reader wanted to read, Perhaps to read between the lines She had various unrequited questions Are they aliens? Where do they come from? Where do they get their graceful language from? As she read and read between the lines she concluded That the profoundest emotions they excavate from within On a given subject or area or their experiences and visions Are their magic and engine that propel them to another planet Whose words can move mountains, whose waters flow with flair
Poetry, Passion And Inspiration by Ndaba Sibanda Poetry provokes the brainpower It is a passion that propels poets With polish and perception Poetry powers poets in the form Of a passion, a prophecy, a muse Poetry is a painting that conveys Pleasure, pigment, beauty and ideas
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Standing Sentinel by Ndaba Sibanda She protects them against pecking and violent predators, she’s adoring! She’s an indulgent, vigilant parent She gathers them when a threat’s present She gathers her chicks under her wings She herds chicks away from danger’s rings She knows how to nudge their beaks into water so that they learn the drinking procedure faster! She is not only a shield but also a great instructor Motherhood is her emblem, what a heroic protector
A Client Who Originates In Outer Space by Ndaba Sibanda she was on the verge of spewing out something raw like shut the hell up, hence her heart was burning however, she had been taught that a client is always right the potential buyer in the shop was like a creepy meteorite the bookshop clerk’s look was a film of utter astonishment the lanky lady, the comet in the shop was odd & insistent I want a book that will soar and swing with me to its sky one that captures, coaxes and coerces one’s mind’s eye one whose pages will drive me to make an unrest of a yell like hell as I freeze & freefall into its crest one that will daze me with its turns and chases one whose words are warm & crazy cuddles one so touching that tears will be a torrent a book whose word choice is an absorbent a breeze that will brush away all my tears and make me laugh out loud on its stairs
Shero`s Live, Love And Learn It Appeal by Ndaba Sibanda The heroic hostess talked about a dam At times Shero touched on a crime What gave her TV program Its enduring appeal Was her seal What a deal She would put the lid on With her: life is a lesson, Live, love and learn it every season
The Experimentalist Has Gone Too Far by Ndaba Sibanda he says his style is prized and purposeful besides inventive writing helps us catch a break from monotony, from real life? he says hear hear – is he real or he has gone overboard? when did criminality pay off, good folks? I called for his arrest with immediate effect but his fans would have none of it as if he hasn’t been raping the rules really wantonly in fact, his enthusiasts howled for my blood they claimed that they are weary of rigidity I asked him where he got his poetic licence from – the one he hypes about, but he wouldn’t tell me! the poet finds pleasure in playing with language calling himself The Experimentalist, he wrenches meaning, narration and syntax in unimagined ways by the way, when I write wrench, he writes rench when I spot a misspelling, he sees an apt, arty spelling when I tell him it’s no longer funny, he calls me a fossil he brands his poetry a lawless dish of foreplay & wordplay he says when convention died innovation resurrected peeps, it looks like The Experimentalist’s insanity is sane, hey, excuse his hooey, the poet has a legion of enthusiasts surprise, editors and publishers fall over themselves for his brand of works; wild, wild works they call divine his punctuation is unconventional, his words are unruly he pushes boundaries, made-up words and nonsense ‘in a bid to keep the fire of absurdity, freedom & fun alive’ doesn’t his ballooning record of made-up words, parodies, paradoxes and oxymorons turn perfect readers into morons? hear hear, he says the difference is the same, reading should be fun! he acknowledges that oil and water don’t blend at all but that didn’t stop him from coming up with a portmanteau word: oiater; dear Lord! he relishes fosic, and this funny combination comes from music and food! peeps, I give up, let him boil his oaiter and enjoy his fosic, and be ecstatic
