GERRY SIKAZWE - POEMS

Gerry Sikazwe is a young Zambian poet. He  is currently studying at the University of Zambia pursuing a bachelor's degree in Adult Education. He manages a poetry page on Facebook and has a poetry blog. His peoms have been featured on sites such as Dissident Voices, AfricanWriter.com, In Between Hangovers, Mshikamano.com and Tipton Poetry Journal.

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                                -Some Things-
 
Some things are better said,
Some things are better heard.
Some things are better written,
Some things are better read.
Some things are better drawn,
Some things are better seen.
Some things are better sung,
Some things are better listened to.
Some things are better shown,
Some things are better hidden.
Some things are better touched,
Some things are better felt.
Some things are better scented,
Some things are better tasted.
But all things are better experienced,
Yet not all things, but some, are better lived.


                           -I Will Listen, Do Tell-
 
I can see it in your eyes, it reddens them,
I feel it in your voice, it chokes you,
I know something is vexing you, do tell.
Do tell please, I will listen.


I am Not My Own
 
I am not my own,
For I had nothing to do with my existence,
I was merely a thought mercifully conceived in the creator’s mind.
 
I am not my own,
For I did not design nor decide what skin dark or bright to permanently wear,
I was clothed in black/brown earth following the potter’s careful image.
 
I am not my own,
I am nature’s because I swing on icy strings tied around its hands,
I am my land’s as my existence is the extension of its love,
Not my own, never my own.


                            -Forward, March On-
 
When days dark as night upon you fall,
When evil unfathomable you finds,
Forward with whatever strength available march on,
Forward with shining, burning zeal march on.
 
When in glorious brightness of the noon Sun healthy you bask,
When rain falls sufficiently, and your crops fat and green grow,
Forward to greater attempts march on,
Forward filled with anticipation vivid march on.
 
In all seasons, floody or droughty,
During all times, of multiple lack and greater abundance,
Forward into the future unafraid piercingly march on,
Forward with hope wrapped around your waist, march on.


                            -Ask, There Is More-
 
Question life,
Seek answers to gaps not filled,
Don't settle for chunks everyone else contently bags,
Question life.
 
What you know is a single star in the vast cosmos,
It is not all you can be master of,
You must learn more, do more, expect more,
What you know is a single star on the vast cosmos.
 
Inquire about all there is,
Of course you will not get all facts,
But from life you will surely milk pearls most,
Inquire about all there is.
 
Earth is merely a town alien,
You are but catching a breath in it as you journey on, to a world beyond infinity,
So capture as many memories, shadows to walk with,
Earth is merely a town alien.