Witness of Evils (Haiku)


Sun rays  rains on me

Radiating profound disappointment

From its higher position, the sun saw my evils.

(c)Elizabeth Semende – 2016


A Past That Ain’t Passed.


At this grave I presently stand,

Deep within wishing I had a magic wand,

To turn time and season to that fateful night,

When he and her showed each their might,

Started as a talk but ended in a fight,

A young girl I was but her tears I still saw,

Her pain in her eyes all so clear.
From the other side of the bars I balefully stare

As his voice invigorates the events of the black day

When teasing ended in squeezing

Fear crept in my veins

Igniting hatred for every seed bearer

I had a mind miscarriage, beautiful memories of him are gone

But my eyes are still pregnant with the pain he caused.
Each kick and blow I still see,

That silent night when all hell did break loose,

Was it the cheaply brewed booze in his head?

Or was it the poorly fed multi-coloured damsel from the bar?

Or maybe it was my mere presence at his sight…

But nothing…

Nothing still justified mom’s departure to the other world,

And its the sorry ass of a man I called dad,I gotta thank for it.
The day I redefined marriage….

Was when he decided to play god and pulled her legs to kick the bucket


At the apex of shame he stands

Locked within the web he has spun

Conscience swollen with regret;

He patiently begs death to kiss his flesh

Should I borrow him the rope?

Should I keep it for when I change my mind?
Maybe death may be too simple for him,

Even his stay in this prison ain’t enough,

For he robbed mum from me,

He made her leave me so tender,

How I wish to soak his body in molten lava,

To just watch him melt to the bones,

Still that too wont be satisfactory,

To ease the pain and hurt that lingers on in my heart.
My heart is an abyss of misery

Whilst his is hard like oodles of masonry

I wish to pull the trigger and ease my wrath

But I’m human with a heart of flesh

I’m not afraid of his stony gaze

His smile mobilize demons and devils

Do me a favor and look in the mirror

Look in the mirror Dad and see a glimpse of hell.
Times and seasons sure might have passed,

My reasons to not love you still stands till now,

As I lay this wreath upon mum’s grave,

I know the real me too is six-feet deep down,

When you killed my mum,You killed me too…

And each year at her grave I shall be,

Seeking for the emotional feel that you watered down.

©Joy Munde🌷(Kenya) 

©Elizabeth Semende🌼 (Zimbabwe)


I Am Poetry.


Our differences in tongues and skins

are God’s gentle beautiful art keen.

Like a caterer turning rice to jollof rice,

fried, coconut or leaving it white.

We are various isles from one island,

We are geckos that echo on one land.

Tho’ we’re scattered like cast seeds,

a:r hearts’re twined like pair of genes.

I smoked wisdom, puffs of Intels spin,

Listen to voices that’re wisdom filled.

If genesis is not revolution.

Then heed my words for satisfaction.

The world`s a grassland to hearth all,

Rain graces the grass and Shrubs tall. Thus, we remain therein to breed,

To empty this earth-full and be freed.

Heed! For peace and unity to rain

blood in the Black and White veins.

We wind across the lonely path on

the mount with none but rocky soil.

With arms interlock we aim sky high

and our difference…

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How I Grieve.

rose-nationalflowerusaPlant a rose in my backyard;

With colorful petals to cheer me

Let it sprout,

Till petals dance freely serenading me with silent lullabies of comfort

Plant a rose

Let it supplant a better-half plucked from my inner soul.


I have gullies on my cheeks, tears peeled off my skin

War has widowed me, in exchange for freedom

I’m free in my dark world of sorrow

Plant a rose ;

Let it discolor the darkness in my world.

I have grieved with my eyes, ears, toes and jaws

Seas of tears have gone to waste;

Plant a rose;

I will irrigate it with my tears

Till he calls my name again

Plant a rose in my backyard.

(c) Elizabeth Semende – 2016

Atrocious Love

atrocious-loveYour love is a catalyst that when felt;

Drumbeats are head reverberating from the soundless corners of my soul,

Mobilizing feelings that when our skin brush screams are heard

Sweetly packed as if to awaken erotic nectars hidden in the dark corners of my soul.

Sweet thoughts impregnates my mind followed by a painless birth of sorrow that when it starts to blend with my soul;

Tears will bleed from the eyes of the sun watering desolate deserts situated on the center of my heart

Blood will gush from the veins of the moon coloring galaxies of stars inside my eyes;

Adorning our love with the finest garment of pain.

Your love is a gun-trigger if erroneously pulled wars will breakout worsening hurts;

Causing pain deeper than a florist’s harvest of thorny weeds in the middle of spring igniting past hurts


Heartbreaks that warmed my soul once upon a time, in a groundless horizon;

Where love was in the air and so was I, dancing and daring the laws of nature;

Whilst disputing the force of gravity

I used to dance in the air but not anymore;

It hurts I have fallen


Now I’m drowning in the dead sea of love.

(c) Elizabeth Semende – 2016