http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mupfeki1 The original writings of author Baldwin Mupfeki en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064821 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You were intelligent; had it allOf the lot in our yesteryearsLife fucked you early, it did!Yes, for its selfish reasons!All to lye in waste, buried!Somehorw to think of it,I think, i wonder...?All jambled, hazy-We were young,5's by then,F**k, life's lame horse!But when your pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1947175/ The costly, sprightlyimage,here an' there all alongBusying in cupping itwholly whole,‘in closing my hands round it' There’s always that something;everywhere ne’r, up thereSomething, a thing/things ‘that my handscan’t cup’ Yes! It’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1837349/ Who are we to rot like carcasses?Shall my seedlings perish in streets,without proper burial?These so called whips of lifePatterning bruises on our backsSpearheading our deafening yells‘They’ informed us to shun expectationsTo be content in circumstancesAren’t hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1837347/ (1)   Monologue Coming right to it, nothing seems to make sense.Of storms in my being which keep on robbing destiny’s-. “We will get over it,” townies utter. “Faith the key,” Christians shout.The church synonymous with hypocrisy; pulpits an arena .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1836623/ Something in him, he heldOne or two, maybe three-Pray he don't die soon,'Tis, [his] stagnated spirit,Won't ever rest, it won'tFor now, or for laterTo haunt his GrandsonsHer soul, he who robb'dForce, plunder; occupation-Dessertion: weary, rage!Unparalled treats; rage!Hole in hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1819214/ When you see nothingWhen today is sorrowfulWhen flying is hindered When you can't forgiveWhen you can’t feel comfort When everyone has it When you keep drowningWhen you fear tomorrowWhen you prefer dreams When you can’t feel aliveWhen suicides fleeWhen God can't answerWhen al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1698647/ Of vivid memories in Bindura,1993 l still cherish,The then, young:In 'glass' shoes,white top, black trousers,With hair combed,stretched, knotted, backwardsWith vibrant, lify faceTo time, which has always,always parted us!Nev'r of it, there wasn't,if anyOf lines I do pen,One.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1698399/ She gave it to me on my 21st;Like a noose on shatters hangingFor by these memories,Of so many colours-'f so many hues they holdReminding of scars left,Of what was to beWe tire of being brave!They say strong 's pretence,Or, "one can get o'er love"Of mortal masks wornFor concealment of flaw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1697009/ In a tranquil reatreat,sandwiched by innercircles;elations catapulted byendured lengthy lanes.Of gloomy cancerous thorns,Of muddy paddy darknesses,hovered!'n greeneries; nature parks!Feel'ng thorny pawny-lawnWe didn't know any better:"Indulgence of 'Tonics' andloudmusic- prerog.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696984/ Out of its mother's womb,to weep, it arises,Its tears shedding;drowning delicate luminancein earthly atrocities!To a sun which won't smileenough to lighten the palinghorizons;One, like an ant,when safety callsin its anthill it prefers-For earthlings rob everything,cutting acr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696974/ Lorah, go see your Dad,by now wishing him dead!One pile of mad l trashed,He's your ill- Dad!Not my husband, for you carry his blood;Let him rot in junkyard!A thief of night;Paralysed me 'n ditch,Pathetic mendicant,One l won't give an inch!Now in my castle,but once a mere bettle,herded l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696964/ Glad l can post, not that l ambetter, but of courageto withstand criticism.Not that l was everin need of poetry Judy,but floating on the platformwith poetic brushes settingthe vivid scene ablaze-To rhymein rhymewith rhythmfor rythmin rhyme!To poetry,To all, Judy,... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696952/ ...like two coastal ships,passing each other in the night,Life has to move on, fortomorrow is another day.They know what its like,to cement a unison;One which never stooda test of time,They know what its like,to struggle, struggle,and struggle;To never get there.Memory holds them priso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696948/ Like a seam that slidnear the seal of the world,paling and yellowingtomorrow's raylings.Eying the West, seeminglikea drop of burninggold signalling its farewellto lost souls;Lost in the bluingsof the horizon usheringdoubts of its springas clouds put shattersupon its ambers, doomingit t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696887/ Ah! They said it to my Pinnaone is beateous likea darling dawn,I vie them out one by oneon top of that am a Pastor,l mean, a Pastor's son!To one, one mermaid,erotic, me mad thenfall for her;Ne'er, ne'er, ne'er!Of a mermaid in my dreams;l saw l ejaculated-Bountful beauty,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696883/ Up to me to let you know!Unto you will put itOf utterances, Nestled under my toungueNothing short of the lines:"Its o'er, yes its o'er!"Of virtues l couldn't unmask,How of parallels we were,Same way, never to meet!Aboard a ferry to the City,Shall pen more, time forbids! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696880/ I won't doubt fatein keeping presentill for future good!Churning out similes,across Isles,much of miles;Along came he,for my emotionsto evoke!Was l ever in needof praise for yousuch a conduct to raiseAs far as daisieshave burrows,Poetry is to my arrows:Of comfort; of retreat!Much .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696700/ In its unruly abode,it cried of alien voicesunheard by earthlingsOne awaited bydestiny in bloodOne that hugged'gloom' in its form,size and degree.To one, one earthlingthat never was;To one that wasdoomed to deathby cruelty!To one innocent soulwho received pricksin the abode.We answ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696694/ Masked icons crawl by,To decipher we're fooled of!Of rivers, of forests, of strangers:Seers discern, "Marine spirits"Psychics prod, "Spiritual wives"Pastor shouts, "Deliverance!"'Townies' utter, "Its minor"Destiny awaits at hem;Of unmasked spiritual worlds,Nestling future presentimentsWe c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1696669/ O' no, Stop crying Mi''nto that skin put little cream',Earthly life is one we all have!To innocent souls throwing pricks;'n tears drowning them-An adult woman now you're!In mud don't roll yourself Mi'To pull you out they won'tGet up, shake it off, face 't!Wake up, wash up, show up!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1695377/ For l am poor,words being onlyjewels l posses;only clothes l wear.I write in woe likea slave spinningwool with a tool.Laid in my woundwas of love,a letter letteredwith the shapes of bruises younurtured in me.One letter left for me to drownmyself in.So madder, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1695372/ My heart's eye envisions a lamb,Too, my mind's eye ponder:Upon a lamb, to tame a 'tigris'T'is predator it knows not ofOf untamed winters l've seen;Than rosy summers you hovered'nd let it be known, in short:"A mate fit for a 'Tigris' is a Tiger!" Not a mere lamb in fox's wear!Forgiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1695361/ Here l stand Mathius,I can't do otherwise!I set you high on a pedestal,Only your feet of clay l discovered!Ones which blighted our plightHow much can a woman stand?To plough foreign seas in isolationTo love which whipped us!Farewell l shall avow at lastOf new 'my love' l discovered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1695357/ One inflicted with choppersFinding hands unfit,They turned to clawsSmell of death diffusing byTo 'justice' waving byeFor its liver also they craved,Taking, wanting and taking-Silencing roars of Eco-Feminists:"Peace and justice to all"But chopping won't stop,Until profits are realised. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1693143/ Unto you this l utter,Me, short of finest virtu's-A falcon, l hear, singing...Throbs, a heart to embrace'f inclinations; my incitationsOf tulips, daisies, lilies- Oh! 'Roses', red, um yes,Of a picture painted- Though, your brow rebelsSpoken, your heart has Unto you Mi', l kneel a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1693136/ His only lovely sweetheartOne he couldn’t comprehendOne she too couldn’t unlove Wherever she keenly kept her love buttonHe couldn’t push it She hated his disfigurementsHe, her deformitiesCouldnt they have made amendmentsIn nursing d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mupfeki1/1505659/