Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in August 2018. DimI seeNothing any farMine world is breachedLoss, debts, deaths, blame, wretch-headThe past haunting, the hidden scaringBut, defeat thereof, is here, near, nowLight glows; the fog finds cover, and timeCounts its own, once more when dusk’dSleep and turn again all over!Life’s back when none’d seemI see all aheadBut prickly unseenMy get-awayIs.
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Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in July 2018 Edition Downcast I wasLaden, cumbered,Lowered, eaten,Bad’d turned worse,Life’s, staggered; wanédWounded, beatenVigor, counts lessAll’d died, but breathThat I have it all Heart, then broken, wearied,Faith, hope stolen, morbid,All ferried, as pollen, buried,Far, and far em stamen,How solid such life’s deed. A friend is nought, anymore,In need, now, he’d fault, no score,Of love, not’a jot, unsure where to,Far-off my cot, his smiles did tour,That them count this poor! Unloved, I’d thought, desertedEven more; Now, churned with disconcertOf the lore, Oh! “… friend indeed”Roar dear, feely, rhyming;…
Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in their June 2018 Edition. Down the shadowy river bankThe lone crumbling stony bridge, in sight,The blonde swift pacing sundown,And the dutiful whispering waters,Which nursed and romancedThe busy starving gossiping winds, hoveringUnto the grinning starry heavens,Remain the eyewitnessesOf that wonder,Love at first sight.Unbelieving thence you was, as howFrom the affluent a ripe lad falls on you?Lone, hurt lass, and at such odd an hourWhen poverty has creptAll over; save soul,Your wheels then, now your legs,Hapless, would make it all worse,As worse as miracle;Thus you had…
Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in May 2018. The claimant had whined and wailedBut availed no bit to what was saidThough justice would it all unsayThe jurist, paid to ‘do his work’Then heard no pledgeSave of him who signed his wageHis freedom all tamedHis confidence all caged, still as stone Had no feel for the poor man’s talk“How’d I bill those bucks to prison?”“Again, how’d I kill for vain reason?” His heart felt illBut again not ill, “it’s not a big deal,”“Keep still,” he comforts his heart.Soon has turned on…
Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine, March 2018 Where love is wantingThere my heart is waitingWhere food is lackingThere I bed my fastingPoor, sick, sad, defeated manHungry souls eaten by the sunShall find strength when I’m doneThus I live my LentWhether little or muchIt matters not as suchThan a change of heartA conversion on my part. If I fast a plateAnd cannot uproot my hateOr I pray all-dayBut cannot tame my sayOr I give out sumsBut justice bid not welcomeOr I build God a ChurchBut oppress the wretchAll is loss, all…
Love can be met with disappointments, leaving hearts crushed, bared, shattered.
“The bad news is that time flies, the good news is that you are the pilot” – Michael Altshuler.
Shimbo Pastory This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in September 2017 Edition Mother is everythingShares all thingAll in all beingShe made me a king Mother is all goodGives all foodEndures all moodShe saves me from cold Mother is all-lovingCalms all cryingEven at night disturbingShe wakes and me keeps patting Mother is so crucialVery mutualAnd most spiritualShe treats me very special When dad was troubledMom never waitedIn love she questionedAnd solution proffered Mama nine months me shelteredNever me abortedHard labour she enduredAnd my life safety assured Mom you are precious than goldI need not…
In living a life that gives testimony of our Christian faith, we are often drawn back by fear. This article is a motivation to remain strong and genuine in our love for the Lord.