The Green
Ankh Collection
The Poetry, Songs and Musings of Menzi Maseko
Love
a dream love
in waking
could be found unwelcomed
in reality
love
no one can
escape unharmed by
love
pay all you
can but can never
ever buy
love
without the
sweet thorn of love
what are we
living for ?
for just the
sweet thought of love
makes the
longing
makes the
pain
the yearning
all worth
the loving
all is worth
the life of love
Re deuced 2 Numbers
It’s a
numbers game
the unlettered can also play
being numbered amongst the
rest of the number – D
shadows boxing shadows
spectres wrestling spectres
ghosts in a shell
sponsored by the order of the day
royal rituals cloaked in the grag-net
striving to learn what life is worth
the lesson has become cumbersome
at the feet of a sped up change
if you pay with your soul you can’t get no change
and what has been here before you can’t call it strange
is the sun strange
in its heat
is the wind
in its sweep
is the rain, pain and joy
how are any of these new every morning?
should have listened and done what was told to you
now look out
before you can earn another number
Aaron’s Iron
say inspiration
have you wings of steel?
I am trying to find insight
Something to excite
Enfright
Delight or incite
In the words of these so called poets
so say ancient tool of the mystivs
have you a pair of Mercurial feet?
or do you possess a Gemini’s half smile
looking at life with a piercing love
a love that’s a hate
a dissatisfaction with it all
can you fly
inspiration?
Into this cave
This cage
flutter your wings in a rage
and break this silence
with your world shattering flutter
Generosity
i am first grandson of
MaNdlovu
and my love is a generous
as hers
prayerful woman
so powerful
like days of sand and
thunder
these words are fire
conceived
after
love entered hope
and faith was born
GIVING
giving
like grandmothers hands
is evergreen
yes it comes in other colours
too
I once felt a love that
was of an undisclosed hue
At first I thought it was
blue
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