CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI Poems

I heard a knock on the door,
Or was it a thud on the floor,
Wow! My dear friend,
Come out and follow the trend,
...

Gazing at the graveyard's gate,
I hear echoes from the land of the dead,
I hear echoes of the sound of regret,
I hear echoes of the words that remain unsaid,
...

THE OTHER WALLSIDE

On the other side of the wall,
We shall stand and be tall,
...

MY LOVE, MY JOURNEY, MY LIFE.
It is a far journey, my love,
But there's no journey a man may fail to make,
Only if he sets his heart to it, my love,
...

HEAVEN'S VISITING HOURS
If Heaven had visiting hours,
I would visit my grandpa for hours,
And suck the sap and juices from the fruits of his wisdom,
...

WALK WITH ME BY MUDIENYI WA MUSHIRA
I sat under the dreaded sycamore,
I guess that I was no more,
Or was I in slumber land?
...

These scars are still crystal clear,
They remind me of that star so dear,
The star that wanted to shine so clear,
Time that has swiftly flown,
...

She looks down her tummy and cries,
She's full with child and full of lies,
The broken promises and shattered dreams,
The promises made during passionate whims,
...

When the stunning sun cordially rises,
The morning drops of the dew sluggishly fade,
As the slinking tide of hope rises,
All and sundry graciously pick a spade,
...

I thank god for my lovely bed,
That I am still alive and not dead,
For this is my source of comfort,
Taking me away from discomfort,
...

To Dave, yourself, you gave,
You mother of the grave,
Was that really brave?
Can you still ask us for a way to pave?
...

You kill with sickening suspense,
And see no ounce of offence,
Could you fill us with a will of defense?
So that justice we can meritoriously dispense,
...

It is under this lovely tree,
That I feel so liberally free,
And my mind, my mind is free,
Free without any fee to decree,
...

THE LONG LETTER.
So long a letter,
That I wrote later,
A letter to be read later,
...

THE STONE CASTLE
The wide walls stand tall,
They stand bare as they glare and stare
Reflecting an epoch when he was there
...

16.

When the bubble bursts, we shall be illuminated,
The light of reality will shine on us,
When this cocoon is ripped, we shall be liberated,
We shall be hooked to the light of freedom,
...

The symbols of stagnation, chaining our progression,
Walls of retrogression, derailing our transformation,
Borders of segregation, A separation from information,
A mark of limitation, dragging us into transgression,
...

I gave my whole heart as a token.
It came back totally broken,
I offered it because it mattered,
But it was brought back shattered,
...

Its thirteen years ago,
It's been thirteen years at a go,
And the apparitions of his memory,
Still so fresh in my memory,
...

I am here but here, I do not belong,
I have been here and it's been long,
It's been long but here, I don't belong,
I have been here and hiding for so long,
...

The Best Poem Of CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

That Journey

I heard a knock on the door,
Or was it a thud on the floor,
Wow! My dear friend,
Come out and follow the trend,
I was very much confused,
So that to be convinced, I refused,
Then the immense booming voice,
That cruel, grumbling voice,
Was to welcome me into the desiccated jungle.

I was being thrown out of the semi paradise,
To a land full of trials and cries,
I set out on a journey so long,
Though I did not know if the way was wrong,
The way taking me from the greens of nature,
And slowly leading me into the browns of the feature,
The land was extremely dry,
How I wish the heavens could cry,
This tears that could save the baking earth,
From unknown wrath.

Basking in the non - optional midday sun,
As hot as it was, I felt I could run,
Not to sound like I was crazy,
Then lo! I saw this beautiful daisy,
I plucked one that was about to bloom,
So that my day could not be of gloom,
Through the days to come though stiff,
I could at this flower actually sniff,
At the hard smell of the desert,
That a chilly aroma if I am to assert.

As the days went by,
I was filled with hope that seemed nearby,
I saw the daisies amid the cactus,
This made me remember the green nature's features'
But that was not to be as my daisy came to wither,
I was still on long journey that was short neither,
Over the rocks, across the sandy plains,
I looked at the skies but no signs of the rains,
Then I went down the valleys,
Until I came to this little oasis.

Here I got some life,
That made me forget about my daily strife,
Then guess what! I saw a rose,
And with sighs of relief, I had to pose,
But who brought this rose to the jungle?
Where the conditions do strangle,
I had no answer but at least I had hope,
That out of the dry land I would hop,
The wonderful scent made me relieved,
But I was wrong in what I believed.

I did not know that roses were thorny,
And that the aroma and the colors were Connie,
There was a thorn in my flesh,
And I had to begin afresh,
On this long and usually short journey,
Though I did not know where to with the journey,
That was through the terrains,
And how I wish there were trains,
To take me on a journey so long,
Whose destination I so long.

Will come with me?
No! Please don't come,
For I have witnessed the tribulations,
And I don't want you to be in these trepidations,
My dear it is so tough a road,
But I have a guide to lead me on as I tread,
Through the vales of death's shadow,
Until I come to the truth of the meadow,
Where the chuckling birds full of jubilation,
Will tell me that this is my destination.

CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI Comments

Christopher Mudienyi 22 February 2019

Poetry is a land of plenty of journeys of imaginations spanning from the knowns through terrains rough and smooth to the unknown one at a time and sometimes at the same time. an enigma, a mystery.

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