Kudzai Mahwite… Calamity Do Fly Away

 

Calamity Do Fly Away

All do lament with backs bent,
Some justify as fate sent,
All do dissipate as had been rent,

Like true gormandize in lent.

All are complacent in Genesis,
Feign to truly envisage the nemesis,
Wit be fled from true analysis,

Trouble hath entered their premises.

Later full-blown fever does afflict,
Strange now why not predict,v

Soul and body left derelict,

Trouble hath entered their premises.

Come forth Angel with good tidings,
Real relief come to break all their bindings,
With aid comes capital for future prospects,
Trouble hath gone and come profits.

 

Kudzai Mahwite is a young Zimbabwean poet inspired greatly by the works and life of William Shakespeare. He is an Economics student and as part of his studies runs a small-time blog on the African Economy. Kudzai is also a Sportswriter with Football.co.uk.You can follow him on Twitter @sir_tos.

Copyright © 2015 by Kudzai Mahwite

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Erin J. Jones… Once More An End

 

Once More An End

Once more an end
Once more a beginning
A loving hand has turned away
The spirit, though saddened, moves forward
Love’s hope still dreams
The sun will rise again
A new day shall dawn

 

Erin Jones was born in Wisconsin and raised in Arkansas. After high school he served in the U.S. Army as a cavalry scout before returning to school to earn B.As in communication and economics. He is now a mild mannered salesperson by day and a struggling writer by night.

Copyright © 2015 by Erin Jones

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scott Montgomery… In Fear of Technicolor

 

In Fear of Technicolor

Rise up alone. I am stealing these words. Rise up in tone.
I am standing, desert-like, moon-like, mars-like,
red stalagmites, pillars, a shortcut, a song,
where she does not want to become
a voice raising in pitch that warbles

with each footprint a shatter.

I spilled my favorite drink,
puffing a cigarette and speaking cupidely, smoking hot,
while Courtney, irresponsibly reporting

her one-of-a-kind pieces as another ornate frock.

She has dazzled every viewer.

Trimming after and trimming after
both vintage finds: lopped off
while the other Britney shows a baby on board,
Einstein-like dissertation,
what the 20th century releases now and again:
aimed at your face,
associations and parallels,
the mysticism of a cheetah at rest.

 

I live in the isolated heights of the Andes in a region known as The Potato Park. It is here that I spend my time in the community, learning the Quechua language, and holding workshops for children on themes related to self-expression and sustainability. I am at work on a book of creative nonfiction, which has been funded through Kickstarter. To follow the project as it takes place, please visit the project blog at http://www.footstepsandvoices.com. I received my MFA in creative writing (poetry) from Arizona State University, where I served as poetry editor for Hayden’s Ferry Review.

Copyright © 2015 by Scott Montgomery

 

 

 

 

 

 

Erin Jones… If Not This Life

 

If Not This Life

If not this life,
then this night,
a few gentle hours.
Hold me close,
past my fears.
Lead me to words
I have so long denied.

 

Erin Jones was born in Wisconsin and raised in Arkansas. After high school he served in the U.S. Army as a cavalry scout before returning to school to earn B.As in communication and economics. He is now a mild mannered salesperson by day and a struggling writer by night.

Copyright © 2015 by Erin Jones

 

 

 

 

 

 

John Kaniecki… A Final Prayer at my Lynching

 

A Final Prayer at my Lynching

My only crime the color of my skin
Look inside and see your sin
The gallows rope cuts my throat
Coarse fibers bite
I have strength scarce to fight
But please make note
God takes no pleasure in your wicked deeds
And evil never succeeds
One day your cities shall burn
One day the red man will return
And then you’ll learn
The wages of sin is death
The noose tightens cutting off all air
I am victorious I have not one more care
Pay heed to the words of my last breath
For though my life is through
My words ring true
And as I sway in the air
Allmighty God hears my prayer
God is a God of mercy yes it is true
But God is a God of justice too
Hear the words of my final prayer
And beware

 

John Kaniecki writes words because they are true. He is married to his wife Sylvia from Grenada. They reside in Montclair, New Jersey and attend the Church of Christ. John has been published in over a dozen magazines and poetically strives to merge beauty with righteousness.

Copyright © 2014 by John Kaniecki