Charles Lipanda Mahigwe - Poetic cycle - Part -II-
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CHARLES LIPANDA MAHIGWE - CONGO
Charles Lipanda Mahigwe President of African Youth Artistic Poetry-AYAP
THE GLOWING GOLD
As a fourth grade student
I knew nothing about love
But I could feel something in my heart
As she came inside
Thinking that that feeling was just temporarily
She was the glowing gold
With a fine and soft skin
The one which no boy would dare to touch and hold
Her beauty was incomparable
For her eyes shined more than sun
Her fingers tapping a six stringed guitar
Producing angelic voice
Her smile could hide her pain
Even when she was hurt
Looking at her was all I could do
She was my copybook
The one I'd easily memorize
And not even forget a single page
When asked to describe her
She was the ink of my pen
For I'd not even write a test when she's not around
If I were a singer
I'd write her a lyrics
Composed of frozen words
That would melt down like waxy
When she said that she was taken
If I were an artist
I'd sculpture her with bronze
Standing millions of feet more than that of Babel
But it would fall down in a second
When she rejected me
IF WORDS WERE KEYS
If writings and words were keys
I'd have opened thousands of dreams
And bring them alive
Like air swirling in the space, my life would be
If my thoughts were answers from God
I'd have filled my inner doubts with hopes
And shut them down
Like shining bronze, my life would be
If worries were flash floods
Fear, bad spirits and demons would have been washed away
And our bodies would remain temples of heaven angels
Like devouted Christian, my life would be
If heaven had had a door
I'd have visited my parents thrice an hour
And they never recognized me unless I told them
Like bipole, my life would be
If school was a girl
I'd have married her before other people knew
That she can breathe,, speak and show the path of success
and I'd apologize for being selfish more than millions of days
Like teaching, my life would be
If my mom and dad died when I was 17
I'd not have been struggling to death
I'd not have been going to school with an empty stomach
I'd not have been walking barefoot
I'd not have been wearing worn and torn clothes
And I'd know where there were engraved
Like worse misfortune, my life would be
If I die today, many unfulfilled dreams at my deathbed
will tell that if I were alive, they would've been brought alive
And my soul would be complaining above the lake Tanganyika
Like malleable, my life would be
DAYDREM
It'll reach a day
That you've been hoping to see
Like chickens ticking on the eggs to lay
Been waiting to discern what's inside your flight
Your way will be full of lights
No more darkness to hinder your insights
But no matter what, but you'll still need to fight
For there's minor problem in life
Initially people lived for the beauty of the nature
But today we live for the sake of life
Dreaming to be alive that day
That holds thousands of pages like a book
Being written by your own visions
Can't be wet nor destroyed even by violent floods
For they've been encrypted by your mind and soul
This day is the sky
For one part is cloudy and another is milky
But don't give upon your dreams
For they are like streams
Carrying future for you
You're expected to work harder after failing
For failure is not the barrier to success
But the courage for your progress
Changes will come
Like heavy rains from the sky
'Ts when you'll realize that
It's not a man that makes dream but a dream that makes a man
Daydream is for you to dream bigger than the the corpsus of Brain
Or even bigger than the vastness of Drcongo
WHY SHOULD I LOVE WHEN NOBODY LOVES ME?
I told a girl that my heart
Was like a bird searching for her nest
While thunder and lightning were after her
She never replied
But only her lips could speak
Speak in a quavering voice
For they trembled like earthquake victims
Like gravels been washed away by the strong wind
Quelling her panic inside her
Should I say love is hell
Living in a tale
For it burns my heart
Till my chest becomes a bundle of ashes
Does loving someone queries art?
I hope she shall hear these feelings
Moving like blood into arteries
If love was a scar
You'd never find even a little trace of it on my body
For I've never been loved even a second.
If love was heaven
Only a few souls would walk into there
For mine never tasted even a little.
If love was sky
Stars could be counted
But only me who would not be seen.
If love was air
I'd die suffocation
For my body would contain no oxygen.
What's love when words themselves are weaker than actions?
Where foes defeat soldiers in the battle
If lovers were warriors.
And war was love
I'd die before they even shoot me
And this wound could get no cure
For it's like AIDS.
I'm scared of this type of love
For it makes my body shiver
Like smoking wrecking liver
This love is quarry
Where unstoppable feelings are dug out
Where a girl is quasar
Shining like gold and silver
But it flows harshly like water in river
If love was a car
Those names of boyfriend and girlfriend couldn't even exist
That I'd travel the whole world by my feet
She and I walked a thousands of miles
Before I finished telling her
These words stained on my burned heart
While reading her smiles
Love is queasy
But this piece is not a quibble
Then why should I love when nobody loves me?
Prepared Angela Kosta
