POI- This great month of May – sometimes endowed with cloudy mist dawns while evenings are dressed in shadows in a journey to black pitch caves of savana nights. May ,the month of hooting owls , laughing hyenas and regretting baboons, WINTER is knocking our dizzy brains and quite a tough and a musical festival in African jungles . The Tenor of the evening chilly winds, the soprano of hooting birds , the baritone of barking baboons and the tempo of laughing hyenas. POI affords to bring to you our readers , followers and personalities , an inspiring personality Poet , Performer, Published Writer and Creative arts activist Rebaone K. Motsumi. The Poet and artist is proof beyond the shadow of clear doubt , the princess blessed with verbal dexterity and syntactical thoroughness . Her poetry is a must READ. Rebaone is a fast rising poet based in BATSWANALAND present day Botswana. She boasts of her magical choice of words. POI presents Motsumi to you enjoy her heart-beating and soul-ticking poems.
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I WRITE BECAUSE…
This blood running in my veins… has got excess reserves measured in gallons confounding even the most astute As sternums heave and strain under duress of words hidden and decompressing in a heart much too small to contain them
Veins pulsate with surplus crimson Ruptured syntax convene with scattered semantics As I bleed cerise ink from pen No choice have I but to pour myself out Lest the air becomes privy to thoughts solemnly promised to paper In fervent presuppositions of adultery kept at bay
I write because no choice have I been given But to pour myself out To pour myself out Pour myself out…
Only I know the colour of my rainbow Dark hues, soul coloured of black crow Blue blackish innuendos tarnish immaculate tendencies Turning them into grey overcast skies Screams of delight screech over smiles of red painted lips as slowly you uncover the hues of my soul Meanwhile increasingly uncovering your perfect will in me
Only I know the colour of my rainbow But then there is you having gently insinuated your hallowed dominion over my earthly abode You are arrived… I’m nowhere near your rapturous flawlessness Ha! Royalty has always been the bane of my existence
How fitting that I be privy to kingdom secrets! Secretly secreted away in unknown places I have rendezvoused with angels They equipped me with royal priestly etiquette Singing praises to Him who declares freedoms from the entirety of His benign heart Light beckoning to souls galumphing in inky darkness
Trudging through the muddy alleys of life Feet cracked, cracks caked with fine dusted filth Sandstorms not withholding their bludgeoning… in contentment not found My palms were always meant to massage love into feet having traipsed forlornly through heartache The kaleidoscopic colours bursting forth are my rainbow let loose
I cannot hold on to the colourful constellations circling Circles in-cased in my mere existence let them colourfully attack your senses as I let go and create another rainbow Whose colours will only be known to me
Burrowing in a deepening gorge In decadent self-indulgent orgies Mourning like a virgin in sackcloth Grieving for the beloved of her youth Daughter disregarding her mother’s words For straying and decaying worlds Of prostituting selves In clothes spelling expensive yet screaming cheap Matrimonial beds defiled beforehand Culmination found in sin Consummation profound, premarital Soundless and keening groans that cannot be uttered The Spirit’s place taken By the unworthy given token Of appreciation undeserved Avenging angels of sensuality reign Sackcloth cover where in lace ‘twas supposed to be adorned Virgins wear black for men lost Given to the world at no cost Husbands given the worst In brides having long given the best To scavenging birds of prey Gorges don’t spew the burrowers Who deepen the caves of hades For themselves and demons hate While we cry for our betrothed Who now in decadence stand clothed Dead in spirit to the heavens Leaving the mourning virgins widows Whose husbands live in dead-like daily obscenities
Hearken unto my stricken cry You heaven Because in all I had I did try Though life I did not leaven Still forces I could not control In everything set me off And my life became unbound as a roll My chest heaving with cough Ailments I could not overcome Though I fought With this I could not love Could not dare dream to be bought All I do will be in the fight Till this one takes flight
WITCH DOCTORED MASQUERADE
Beady eyes punctuate groans uttered Careening off limits from shrines cluttered with debris resultant of avid fanatics disillusionment Their growls Their howls Sending chilly spine tingling sensations to ears long deprived of sticky sweetness Sweetness doctored with an after-taste of bitterness
Beady eyes punctuate groans uttered Careening off limits from shrines cluttered with debris from screeches of witches thrown down caves They crow They hoot As owls respond with wide eyed speculation as water flows down to create a dam reputed to have healing powers powers doctored with a crafty astuteness of vulnerabilities availed for extortion
Beady eyes punctuate groans uttered Careening off limits from shrines cluttered with debris from souls and spirits having found a saviour discovering destinies long lost to misty and belligerent enemies Whose sole aim was to derail and detain destiny To the horror of a benevolent creator who gently guides in a quest to supremacy
Beady eyes punctuate groans uttered Careening off limits from shrines cluttered with debris Of shirked irresponsibility Of exorcised demons which had masqueraded as angels of light Now keening in distress As souls discover destinies And wrench themselves from witch doctored masquerades
Rebaone K. Motsumi -is a young lady from Radisele, Botswana. She is a missionary working with Urban Rhythm Youth Center in Lobatse. she also is a writer with a published book; a poetry anthology called Letters to my Beaux. She performs poetry under the stage name Soetik. She also sings and dances as well.
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