Facies of Paucity

Facies Of Paucity
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Crocodile tears of murdered kinsfolk,
or that the daughter had a ‘forced’ abortion
and tribal cries of the turmoil of Tigithe brook.

Falsified documents amass the will and
annals of the renowned brainers,
Certificates of competence being a showy
band-wagon of petty penitence

Friends, I have sat on the abundant unruly pavements
and have witnessed how endless caravans of touts
entice customers to the buns, bedsheets, cashewnuts,
sausages, and karanga mbichi.
The likes of Satan promoting His multicolored cornucopia
of sin!

Slippers worn out on the sides
Cracked heels to spread the word
Offices busy with laughter but waiting miserable customers
Office space consumed with bags of perfumery, ‘exotic’ calico garments
But “Commercial Promotions not Allowed” on the donated door.

Poverty has, but many faces.
Only they don’t have eyes. Or do they?
We only focus on displaying our empty dish
kutembeza bakuli of ignorance.

Funny as nobody reminds no one
to fix the cracking sounds of a busy African bed.

© Morice, for PiCii, 08. Dec.2009.

Grains of Folly

Grains of Folly

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you set a principle with an evil intent

to hurt our spirit

wait! you copy-pasted the limit!

to pull one’s leg a must

when they are off the target.

 

but point ‘black’ on our failure you betted,

our success is like deserts turning into seas, period.

your arms akimbo if the achievement is netted

 

shame of a man!

so low in aptitude

a scholar that never belonged

to the niche of the lucid

 

it was you ‘which’ preached and drafted the masterplan!

and salty is the taste that you even fulfilled our wedding plan

you ‘blasphemed’ on the topic’s paradigm

as if you detest our future cry as our suffering as in the interim

 

now you claim you knew it would happen

but when you set limits you didn’t notice

as if were you only giving it half a eyesight

and you spat and ridiculed our efforts.

never conceding we might have only gained a little ascent

but we avoided a dip from small leaks

 

therefore no scale can measure

no string can stretch taut

no sac can hold, and no needle can pierce the eye

of such chunk

of mental numbness

 

© Dr Morice, 2009

 

Who Be For Change?

Who Be For Change?

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daylights

dark nights

glimmering moons

new year beckons

      the calendar flips

 

be it mid-month

or year starts with strength

the mind standeth

thwarted in arrest !

as feet turn where brains desire

and eyes roll onto forbidden treasure

treaded is the key or tire

 

journey to the future

is like a key for

sacred enclosure

 

forcing change is

but arduous art;

the likes of

white ink on white board

 

shouldn’t therefore God

opt for a mighty wand

or a descent of scornful cloud

upon a mind so pegged

to unchanging world

 

at most

any rolling venture

gathers handful bryophytes

of indisposition

 

 

 

~ Dr Morice, DKK

Human Simulacra

Human Simulacra

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not so openly

have they evinced

their weak built

 

returned are to be the kisses

bows, and nods of peace

their “mastery” over humans

as if the less privileged

are nature’s weak point. 

 

you asked?

yes, they do possess

great a repugnance for pariahs

they would rather give alms

or donate sacs of coins,

or visit orphanage

when walls have been repainted

and inhabitants cleansed,

entirely like crossing the river Jordan.

 

they would be busy asking

whereabouts of self-made news headlines

or pics shot at the leprosarium

 

the authority they carry

trends who must make speeches

as important as blood  to the leech

 

would rather kiss friars’ hand

on snapping of

the Carl Zeiss’ eye

 

dressed to bamboozle

they’ll want big noise and

imported booze

would rather let poor souls

parade in supplication

and worlds must watch

them are the nation, aren’t they?

  

their noses wringed to red

eyes sore and tender necks

pains from avoiding the smell

and ”unsightly” misery in us,

glad you asked.

 

I thus foretell

such treatment of the mankind

a simulated ordeal,

nature’s scam.

~ Dr Morice, DKK – 1976 to present

 

 

 

woe to those

who can’t have this, or that.

 

Repayment pledge

Repayment pledge
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Oh! how you threw in,
monthly installments,
and sacrificed farm arrears

You invited me,
the luncheon was a delicacy.
mine, the honor will always remain.
a certificate in my hand?
victory all yours.

you gave me the name,
my reputation is the prefix
and the suffix is my name,
selflessly.

Hear ye my pledge today:
                your heart is yawning, I will be there,
                stomach is singing, I will listen,
                gas, or a putrefying foot; won’t make me
                wring my nose.
                a palpitation? I’ll take the threads
                of your pulse.

For I had better be buried,
coroneted with this certificate.
For to know who I am…
and wherefore I go,
You had to give me, me.

Dr Morice, DKK, 2009
http://dmkmuttas.wordpress.com/about

 

How Could You Be Life?

 

How much effort
I put into this love
of You.

And funny,
I was only endangering
my life.
Did it exist at all?

How much
should a man regret the encounters
of deeds and mischief
you bring

how insensible
could you allow my loved ones
Step into the trap
of Procreation

how could you
do this to me
and make a tunnel into my heart
with no light at the end

how could you be
Life?

 

~ Dr Morice, DKK.  November 5, 2006

How could You be Life?

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Lazy Bones

Lazy bones

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Family wallowing in destitute menace

birds of sorrow,

hovering on their eyes,

 

masters of lamentation

arguing that

closing them eyes brings

the who, how, when, why

 

terrible migraines

incandescence of stupidity

 

Did he slip? I recall

Shouldn’t she shudder?

 with the slightest mention

 

I mean;

Tremors of shame

 

well salted food?

or  soup bowls so prudish?

 

Eti it was delicious,

tena it was cook’s mastery!

 

for me,

it brings enough salt

to bake entire clouds dry

 

ignorance,

acedias well balanced;

stretched lazy bones,

the likes of diddling

getting to sleep

in broad daylight.

 

~ Dr Morice DKK , 1976, to present

half empty, i choose

 

Half Empty, I Choose

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And He asked

the red,

the black,

the half -‘cooked’

the ‘half-done’ intimacy

 

on conscientiousness

appreciativeness

hard work

no back stubbing

expressively humane

 

on learning to get educated

avoiding contradiction

or contentment

or purposeless rage

 

in them

you would wonder

how happiness is defined

how one lives as intended to

 

Alas!

I choose

half-cooked

half-truths

half-brotherhood

half faith

or misdirected faith

half-done democracy

half solidarity

 

and now how you ask

what I chose?

 

An African

I chose

unglazed window

half empty,

glass

 

~ Dr Morice, DKK, 2009

Game’s winner

Game’s winner

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I possess it,

if I carved it,

a portion of sweat,

My sweat,

dripped on it.

  

lunch is so hot,

     oh! is it?

 and tea is so steaming….

what a notable sombre annotation!!.

 

 I mean;

why the grumble on a faulty aircon

or spit on the hand that can’t fan,

if you dislike the tan?

  

I therefore beseech the Maker,

to let this “type” be known by their stagger,

to keep open each of their sphincter,

and let waters flow out of their body like river,

let them bellies wither,

and their skin fill with air.

  

My gratification from deep within,

than without .

Yes, games – might be of chance,

and life – of dummy luck,

save, we uphold the pluck.

 

  ~ Dr Morice KK, 2009