
All calendar days matter,
But one is sanctified yet flapdoodle .
April 18th…
Who knows not the April 18th song?
But who can touch that which is of April 18th ?
Antediluvian , power party defecated into independence pot,
Now feeding children have mouths full of sh*t.
Largest inland Lake Kariba ,
Nhai Baba…
Why tinker’s dam micturition in our precious flower garden ?
Cathaya and Muhacha , damn that synergy !
Red China + Black Zim= Hell
Dug deep into a snake pit ,
Zimbabwean hollo for life , unhearable!
I Shall Be Their VOICE!
Indigent Zimbabwe has precious life ,
Kill not younker for puddenhead raj!
Author: Wordsmith Lee
A world of pen and paper.
Sad Poetry 1

A lover’s jilted call ,turned heartsick .
The pain causes rough pen movement on paper.
Gravelly An Expression .
An innocent man caught up at a pugnacious act :
Watery eyes .
Floyd G , cold blood murder
Tears babble visage .
Droplets land on paper
Pen becomes too prickly for yet a soft surface .
Ballpoint rents clean paper
The novel virus , catastrophic for a penetrable earth .
Sadly , made so by Sin.
Aroma of Death blocks the deodorant olfactory .
Vino is tasteless for the dipsomaniac :
Blood , he sips.
Terror , who knows my flesh is up for deglutition !
This poet is too sad!
The Accident(Sonnet 2)
They want the serous talent to just be a ghost ,One whose presence on death bed will make frost ,
No Pity! For the half-dead body of a Youth :
Youth’s deterioration awards grey hair and a mind wisdom to burst myth .
From the dustiest earth he rocketed ,
From the top , Sun laughed
A kick through heat broke the vision rocket :
Landing him on the stars , things fall apart.
Dwelt in dark house of million compartments ,
Whose window curtain is night- bright with star lights ,
World saw glory but reality , accident :
Planned not did he for a star resident
From his dream , the Sun forced him a sorrowful repent .
Father-Nun(Sonnet 1)

“To the Most High , be the glory ,” on the pulpit
Before men a Reverend Father, before God a culprit .
Following a decree to refrain from the naturel :
Of the Father’s , Nun knows everything au naturel ,
Twinkly yet burning heart , salt they eat in the day :
One act for darkness , ” bring the sugar vessel in a tray “
Father eyes Nun , in the pants one becomes rabid ,
In the prayer room , semen rancid .
In the Church Orphanage are seeds Father had to sire :
Holy Gown saves him from illegitimate parental mire.
She wears a veil , only to strip naked in the sanctum :
Caught in state of Spiritual doldrum .
Too Holy for Profane ?
Why Bible cover as medicament against acne ?
Africa With Maths 2

Little Phoebe on the hand:
The same hand holding the pen
and fail to compute the equation of pentad.
Is this the mathematics of human?
Mind controls the hand, too stupid:
Can’t make out the cinque…
Numbers for the arithmetician,
The political chassis has them for confusion
And exploitation of the too-numbered populace.
Yes , there is Maths in Africa ,
that we can calculate not !
Risible , indeed !
Africa With Maths 1

1 + 1 = 2
Simple maths from elementary school teacher !
1 x 1 = 1 , you can’t get more .
Boy with boy, you can’t get more!
Homosexuality , they told me.
But – x – = + , why can’t she proceed with a she ?
1 x 1 = 1
Rume rimwe harikombe churu !
Foolishness , solitude…
1 + 1 = 2 , why not African with African for more ?
Damn the (x) sign , more (+) I guess !
1 + 1 = 2
Simple maths from elementary school teacher .
Elementary she not ,
Life coach , yeah , she is !
Nightmare

At the first House stands
An adult tombstone , shiny – polished
“Elected Leader ” it is written!
It was an elphialtes , woke up covered in sweat and tears .
Now the existent expression:
Leader launches National cleanup
To protect the environment
Dictionary of environment : natural life on earth .
They demonstrate , Leader calls:
“beat them .”
So killing nature ?
Notice the confusion
Tall society figure , an element
of Discombobulation !
The Beauty of our Flag now in
Murkiness …
The Boomerang

Child calls out to Father ” let’s make a kite “
In the beautiful sky it will glide , raising up my head
And our hope and focus won’t be down .
” No , child , have this boomerang .” Old Father yet wisdom indigent .
Child , ” but Father it’s made of steel .”
Yes , it is strong and will teach you to handle life the hardway .
Wsssshh! It is thrown .
Next , the child wails and not to mention the catastrophic damage to the visage , it is !
A boomerang of Stupidity , it is !
A boomerang of Agony , it is !
A boomerang of Sharp Blades , it is !
The Ruling Party , it is !
_By Wordsmith Lee