Charles Mwewa

Charles Mwewa's 12 Best Selected Poetry of 2019!

12 best poetry of 2019

  

1. 2019 – A Step Closer


If it had not been for the year twenty-nineteen

If the Lord had not let me fly freely to discover

If when I faced insoluble, impossible challenges

If when I had come to the end of wits and reason

If when there was only a thin line before the fall

If when I was accused of a career threatening cause

And if when that would have brought miseries

If when I was mentioned in events so, so vexatious

When the source of livelihood and sustenance curved

When even my abilities gave way to the fear of shame

If when I needed to feed my children and my wife

And when I would keep them warm and comfortable

And then all my foundation for survival was shaken

If when in a space of few months we lost vehicles

And with that the jeopardy of continuing business

If when I had to bring up my family on one revenue

And then at the same time acquire expensive property

If after I lost one job and there was no quick rehire

If I had been exposed for being labelled a licensed brief

And if after that my skills would have totally waned

If I had lost even just ten percent of my refugee cases

And if I had been audited for the mistakes of others

If my enemies would have believed the fake rumors

If evil would have consumed me for judgment errors

If I had fallen for false love, forsaking my holy vows

If I had not taught my family weekly the Word of God

If I had not interceded for my loved ones each hour

And with that had learned the power of entunchano,

If I had failed to walk with my family a walk of faith

Nor had I forgotten to remind them to give thanks,

If I had wished my enemies bad luck and unhappiness

If I had not prayed for success for those who hate me

If I had been tempted to curse those who achieved,

Or if I had backslidden from heeding the voice of God

If I had neglected to write about God’s eternal love,

And if I had stopped preaching to my loved ones,

To share with those who doubted me in social media

And if I had returned hate for hate and ignored grace

If I had blamed God for all the tests in my family,

If I hadn’t discerned His will in the midst of life storms,

If I had neither truly celebrated the victories others

Nor comforted those who were faced with sadness,

If I had not patiently treated my nemesis with kindness

If I failed both man and God in not been humane,

Then I would have been history in this ending year

I would have missed blessings and forfeited grace.

But none of the above You allowed to happen

And all my wit and revenue sources You did sharpen.

Oh, thanks be to God who brought me out fairer!

The Lord, who preserved me by grace and prayer!


2. Heart’s Assignment


I have contemplated on many things, on all fronts

I hide in my imagination; I dwell on all You’ve made

I have pondered on Your essence, power and all

It is an assignment that I have carried in my heart

Whether I am travelling by bus, car or I am flying

I still observe how You have laid all things bare

I look at the invisible elements, such as the air

I see the visible, from soil to oil, flowers to towers

And I am terrified by the truth that I now conceive,

By the power of Your creativity that I perceive;

The skies do tell their perfect story of Your wonder

The things that live around the universe and under

It is clear that You have made elements just fare

You allowed the humans to survive on clean air

And to live just where they are, for it is just enough

Their they can procreate, sometimes cry or laugh

In this world below the ravaging skies all is right

Even the Sun and Moon bring just sufficient light

To cause every activity under the sun to prosper

And nothing is excessive, scarce or improper;


3. Like Two Ways


You and I met a long time ago like two ways

We built a relationship that lasts many years

Like two paths, our beginning is in other direction

Like two paths, we have tender, mutual affection

The outgrowths have gone, and also have come

The storms have raged and also become calm,

Yet, your hearts have grown softer and younger

Your memories are louder and now stronger

Because friends like you are hard to come by –

And friendships like ours shall never at all die.

That’s why now as ever before, you I cherish

Our dear love and trust will forever flourish

And though time shall end, know this once

My longing of you, will never lose an ounce!


4. Lindsay


Oh Lord, my God, keep safe from Lindsay

For the enemy masquerades as this woman

And in my soul, I have seen her evil intentions

She opposes me in word and in due actions

She investigates my weaknesses and pounces

But You have been my rock, source of my defence

And each time she has manifested, in colleges

You have stopped all her machinations outrightly

You have put her in her own place, for Your glory

Oh Lord, Your everlasting mercies I daily see

For You will not let her canings to maturity be.


5. Nature’s Love


You can’t look at nature and fail to grin at beauty

You can’t gaze at peacock and fail to whisper, “Cutie”

The wild sceneries along the banks of the river, flower

The croaking frog, purring fishes in them, shower 

There’s a memo in the sunrise, and a song when it sets

The moon makes the night glow, the starts its air it wets

You see the zebra graze in the shades, black and white

And hear the lion roar to tenors silhouetted gang fight

Listen to woman’s bottoms gyrating inside your head,

Have you pondered she dances to rhythms unheard?

God must have been deliberate, now consider the birds

Their morning melody, minds it wakens, resolves it girds

And these angels called children, O, how lovely to have

For a gift they are, God be thanked, pleasure He gave!


6. My Father and God


My Father and God, I am scared

I feel extremely downcast in my soul

I have not dwelt on it in my mind

The result of the Society investigations

Yet I know, even if I have not read it

Its presence bites me like venom

Its reception brought my joy down

And I can only look to You, my peace

You have been my defence, in bad times

My joy, in good and awesome times

You will not abandon me, nor forsake me

You will be with me, and lift me up

And again, I will write poetry of joy

And remember all the good You do

And no matter what, grace my innocence.

I trust in Your mercy; I believe in You!

Oh, my Father, my dearest One, my God

The morning stands clear as purest gold

I see the garden, in well and clean sanitary

I think of only thing: to be in Your sanctuary

Indeed, I was like one burdened with stones

Strong, unbroken rocks broke all my bones

I agonized in my privacy, I cried silent tears

And, the reality was, I lived in terrible fears

Reason was the weapon against my joy

And in daily motions, I moved like a boy

But You’ve defended me with Your grace

And resettle my joy into Your safest place

The Society found me not guilty and skilled

Though it was You who all accusations killed

Therefore, all the glory is but Yours alone

And victory I return to You to have and own.

Many people are talking about me in their privacy

They say, “Charles Mwewa no longer ministers,”

And that for Your Word, I do no more advocacy

But You Lord know about all of Satan’s sinisters

You are also acquainted with my inner thoughts

You have searched my heart and You are true

You’ve been with me and defended me from torts

Without You, the storms would bury me through

I have known You better, and my faith is strong

If You hadn’t brought me to this wilderness of tests

I wouldn’t have known You; I’d have been all wrong

But now I see who You are, I’m for Your interests

You, dear Lord, will not allow my foes to succeed,

More than I imagined, my abundance shall exceed.

Oh Lord, my Father, Your love is steadfast

Like a mountain, it stands and holds fast

You are immovable, yet flexible and loving

You re splendid in Your ways, always doving

You’re the one I love, object of my adoration

For all You’ve done, I’ll break in adulation

I am the first fan of Your wondrous creation

I will praise You alone during all my duration

Your garments are too pure for me to touch

But what You do for me, I will wisely watch

And I will remember to give thanks always,

For nothing I have I got by my own ways,

You, oh darling of my brief but satisfying life,

You gratify more than a good and capable wife

You bring the most glorious, unspeakable joy

More than the birth of an additional boy

With You alone, it is enough, I need no more

And I will honour You daily for these and all.


7. Africa, Love Like No Other


O Africa, I have loved you with pure love

Like an eagle’s wing flaps far in the above

So beats my heart, for the memories of you

O Africa, compared to many, there are a few

You have been my lover, my keeper, my anchor

You secured my undone frame in your banker

And now I remember your infinite loving-kindness

And your unfading and unbridled goodness.

From the lands of the White people, I recount

I look at your history from which fortune I count

That at the beginning of your journey to far here

You kept our promise, “For you, I will be there!”

O Africa, land of unfiltered and sober music

In manners and etiquette, O Africa, you’re basic

But the dance of your people my soul it reaps

And your rhythms, a dagger rips mat my heaps.

O Africa, your face never leaves my brown visage

I wait for you, my sense glued to your long image

For blood and tears have run through your soil

The rule of fear has threatened our flowing oil.

I will love you always, O Africa, I will not forget 

Your anthem of peace and freedom is my fete

I will never cease to remind you of true loveliness

Of that unadulterated African neighborly selfless

In your brown terrain lies the hope of the earth

In your unplowed villas there I will put my faith

For the children run freely in the early morning

The elegy is no longer our song of mourning.

Africa, should I call you a champion of the sufferer

Or the captain of those who hold the Emperor?

In the art forgiveness, you excel like a frugal god

In endurance, you stand the test like purest gold.


8. Sorry I’n’t Weakness


You say, to say sorry is a sign of weakness

I say that, not saying sorry is wickedness

For those who freely forgive one another

Have also won back a sister and a brother

To be good friends for a hundred years

We’d have to bear each other in many ways

I admit, I will wrong you many times over

But I confess, I will always love you forever

Even when you don’t think that I mean it

My intention is to build, that is my spirit

For you and you, who I have done wrong to

I ask you now, forgive me, I love you, too!


9. Sweet Story


You have answered my prayers, each and every one

You have made me triumph, and enabled all I have won

Many, Lord, have been my opposition, my obstacles

But at Your feet, Lord, and in Your worthy Tabernacles,

There, I find mercy, and grace to lead me on to victory

Oh, what You have done, I will recite in a sweet story

I will tell my friends and those who care how You care

I will brag about Your perfect golly, which is truly fair

How awesome also are Your attentions towards me

Your daily remembrances that I can daily hear and see

Oh, Lord, in my whispers, You are still standing there

When I silently mutter, my requests You keenly share,

I will stop not to thank You, to bless Your holy name

For You are my true life, apart from You, I am shame!


10. The Heart


This – life’s pumping flesh – deserves another look

The pulsating veins, their militant force they hook

The tenacious aortas, endless ventures they book

The beat they drum, melodious moments they brook

Whence to life, to light and bright purpose it stays

The chanting of its chambers, death on fours it slays

The silence of its valves, the ballet dancer must stop,

The composer’s muteness merges to eternal drop

And the source that moves a clock’s singing needle,

Will, today, become a still, stalled, rusting riddle!


11. The Stairs of Kabwata


I remember the many stairs leading up to fourth home

Here I prayed, we laughed and also, I saw you come

You were so angelic in all ways, you’re still an angel

It does not matter “others”, or a look from another angle

The Stairs of Kabwata, we were like little children playing

“We’re still little, playful children,” that’s what I am saying

The Stairs of Kabwata, in both our hearts, we know it well

Though long ago, down our hearts, its rhythms still dwell!


12. Wow Pleasure


Oh Lord, real shepherd of my soul

To Thee and for Thee, I bring all

For it has been Thy good pleasure

Why Jesus Thy rarest treasure,

Thou sent Him, for my sins to die

O, watchful shepherd, Thou doesn’t lie

Thy good kindness, Thy kind goodness,

In these I find more, and not less.

Thou said, “Worry not, little flock,”

And then I looked, I was in shock.

Yes, it pleased Thee, my Holy God,

It was Thy honor, O dear Lord,

To give us Thy sacred Kingdom;

Praise be to Thy greater wisdom.

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Poetry by Charles Mwewa

love poetry

 

Along Chachacha Road


Do you recollect when we walked along Chachacha Road?
Oh, you were as innocent as a dove, as rare as purest gold
At the dawn of infancy of the change that ushered in “The Hour”
When we were frightened even by a riffraff’s version of power,
Those memories aside, it’s you, and only you, that mattered
Etched in my psyche are those four words that you uttered
And as time passes, you remain alive in my porsche soul
For true friendship never dies, all other things will surely go,
Along Chachacha Road, we bought some unfermented juice
On Chachacha Road, we munched deep-fried chicken & chips
Drive do I, along Hero’s and TransCanada Highways in America
Still, you shined classily in those dust-stricken by-ways of Africa
I won’t say that I have moved on, that will be an infidel’s carnage
A friend like you is like good wine, which is perfected with age.


Loved You Till Now


How can this love grip me so ephemerally, so eternally?

My soul ceased not to bleed, my heart swirls internally

O old lover, the rhythms of your youthful laughter

So endlessly leads me to incredible mental slaughter

I loved you once, in my heart forever you have a throne

I kissed you, O love, everlastingly you own my crown

You are tender, gentle and altogether unforgettable

Your sweet speech rings a tone so soft, so predictable

You’re unbelievable, lovely as a delicately played flute,

So lusciously felt in my tortured mind, O pretty fruit,

Our love knows no law, no weapon, no distance, no time,

Like two paths, we part not, O gorgeous, earthly prime! 


Undying Love


No threats of discovery, no rights nor privileges dared stop me

I loved you more than divine binds could restrict, more than my own life

You were the star that shown daily when I got up, when I was awake

You made me defy all law, all rules and all the eyes that stopped not to gaze

I sat you front in a bus, opposite all those who judge character

I was not offended nor did I mind the minds of those who criticize falsely

I took you to the First House, I could only do so with you, my love

I was uneducated, untested and overtly afraid of other voices

But when I thought of you, all defences fell down, you conquered me

I have never stopped loving you, though the heavens may fall

And the earth totally passes away to another life strain

O Love, my soul longs for you like a tendon cherishes the vein

I never stop to think daily, all night, how that I can survive without you

O my love, my everything, when I saw you walk past, your legs

When I heard my heart speak and utter those words, “I will always…”

Now I know I meant what I thought, I will always do, O love

I curse daily the childhood infantile thoughts, the fear of vultures

Now I know, in life or in death, I will have no other my heart to hold

Whether you are here, away or with another, you’re always mine

Though the heavens become our new home, with you I’ll be fine!


 

Like Two Paths


You and I met a long time ago like two ways
We built a relationship that lasts many years
Like two paths, our beginning is in other direction
Like two paths, we have tender, mutual affection
The outgrowths have gone, and also have come
The storms have raged and also become calm,
Yet, our hearts have grown softer and younger
Your memories are louder and now stronger
Because friends like you are hard to come by –
And friendships like ours shall never at all die.
That’s why now as ever before, you I cherish
Our dear love and trust will forever flourish
And though time shall end, know this once
My longing of you, will never lose an ounce!


  

Saying Sorry


You say, to say sorry is a sign of weakness

I say that, not saying sorry is wickedness

For those who freely forgive one another

Have also won back a sister and a brother

To be good friends for a hundred years

We’d have to bear each other in many ways

I admit, I will wrong you many times over

But I confess, I will always love you forever

Even when you don’t think that I mean it

My intention is to build, that is my spirit

For you and you, who I have done wrong to

I ask you now, forgive me, I love you, too!

more poetry

Slaves to a Language

 

Day in and day out, I speak a language

This is but a baggage

I sing songs that are foreign to my accent

I divulge meaning without mental accent

I cry in the anti-native mantra, O souls that be past

I retire my real me, quietly and fast

Who will teach me that I sound awful

That to love anti-native is to be unlawful

I try hard, I want to fit in

But cracks wreak havoc within

Alas, all my efforts are but vanishing meteors

I perform with my mouth, am but a theater

Why? I ask, Why do I try to be like them?

Why do I publicly entertain verbal shame?

When my other tongue with negligence I murder

My father’s language without infamy I shudder

When my mother tongue I trash to the bin

And not to remember my own etymology, isn’t it a sin?

O language, why did I choose to utter love in a hateful verse?

To follow after wind, isn’t it a vainful chase?

Why did I decide to explain truth through lying lips?

And to get rich through slavery tips?

Why did I pay my dues with untried currency?

And pronounce hard Western surnames with intimate fervency?

Bring me home, O descendants never exposed to English

For my efforts to be another palaver are but foolish

The songs of my motherland are sweet

Only because I can understand them without sweat

Whom can we blame?

Because we did not inherit this from them?

Who instructed Parliament to drown our many dialects?

And substitute them with what we will never elect?

Cry my lovely ebony countrymen,

For who has polluted our portent semen?

Shout louder upon your foreign acquired semantics

And hide not in White-washed antics…

Shame,

Shame, Oh spurious shame!

For only imitators perish in their own madness

Those who despise their history are but less

There is nothing authentic in borrowed fame

As no civilization has maturated without a name

I want to be free

I want to have ROOTS like a tree

From the accents that sound like a rotten egg

Their grammar we onerously beg

I want to say Muntu, not People!

I want to say Imfubu, not hippo!

In my own native accent

I sound better, freer and excellent

O, release me from an alien prison

To forget my language, is treason!


 

You. Kill. Me.


Like delicate, flamboyant red roses
Thou beameth with an aura of myriad bosses
Thy dove-flocked eyes good angels would pry
Thou inquireth how gazes follow thee, that’s why
In beauty as in tenderheartedness,
Thou art immortal, a goddess,
No wander thou art loved by many
And thy blemishes are perks, if any
Thou art desirable as hard-worked-for money,
Thy arms drip with lush brazen liquid honey
Sweet thy name is to pronounce
Soothing is thy presence to announce
In thy embrace, I die a thousand deaths
In thy gentle voice, I fathom many births
Oh, that on this dirt earth thy shadow glides
In flawed meadows thy step perfectly slides
Oh, I longeth daily for thy face to behold
Each of thy smiles, weigh in purified gold!
Call me to the bed of scented holy perfumes
Overwhelm me in thy deeply breath’d fumes
For mine love I’d gladly offer at thy altar
In stroking thy golden breasts, I’ll not falter
Duty it is mine to tread thy towered hips
Delightful to milk near thy sumptuous lips!


 

Lovely to Have


You can’t look at nature and fail to grin at beauty
You can’t gaze at peacock and fail to whisper, “Cutie”
The wild sceneries along the banks of the river, flower
The croaking frog, purring fishes in them, shower
There’s a memo in the sunrise, and a song when it sets
The moon makes the night glow, the starts its air it wets
You see the zebra graze in the shades, black and white
And hear the lion roar to tenors silhouetted gang fight
Listen to woman’s bottoms gyrating inside your head,
Have you pondered she dances to rhythms unheard?
God must have been deliberate, now consider the birds
Their morning melody, minds it wakens, resolves it girds
And these angels called children, O, how lovely to have
For a gift they are, God be thanked, pleasure He gave!


Wow Pleasure


 Oh Lord, real shepherd of my soul
To Thee and for Thee, I bring all
For it has been Thy good pleasure
Why Jesus Thy rarest treasure,
Thou sent Him, for my sins to die
O, watchful shepherd, Thou doesn’t lie
Thy good kindness, Thy kind goodness,
In these I find more, and not less.
Thou said, “Worry not, little flock,”
And then I looked, I was in shock.
Yes, it pleased Thee, my Holy God,
It was Thy honor, O dear Lord,
To give us Thy sacred Kingdom;
Praise be to Thy greater wisdom. 

NATURE poetry

  

Sonata to Role Play


Stop, ponder, take time, and imagine life as a large theatre

No matter the place or time of our birth, no-one is greater

We all come, play our role, and then exit for the next cast

Like clay, we’re molded for brief purpose, then dumped fast

In that fleeting tick of life, we may be assigned to any tasks

But all the same, we’re only dirt in florid but borrowed masks

The title does not make one more exalted than any apparel do

Neither height nor weight is any measure of permanent virtue

Blood, though noble, may sustain for as long as it’s called royal

Our prime may be an asset so far as to nature we stay loyal

The so-called great men among us are so-defined only legal

And death awards the same reward to all in spite of the regal

To Heaven, belongs our strength, benefit or luck, even heart

Anything we possess, we may well say, “We only play a part.”


  

Perspective Matters/

When Life Hangs in Balance


When you are suspended between heaven and earth

When you can see that you have but your last breath

You can see the end coming rather too quickly and sure

You can gaze at how options are becoming fewer and fewer

There’s the One who is here with you, who can view all sides

This One is also part of you, His presence always abides

You pray, “Now Lord, if I should perish, my soul receive,”

But you have no idea, you forget that all life He but gives

And in desperation, in this box, with only a nail hanging

And time is no longer with you, your heart keeps banging

And you will fall from the apex, you will dash your entrail

You will have no-one to rescue you, you’ll bid life farewell

If you should but try to move, the cage will move down

Oh, poor and wretched you, who will deliver you now?

Then, like a Wind, like a Living Spirit with no impediments

He stretches Himself from the height in multiple segments

He watches you struggle, He comes near to you and nods

You see Him standing in the universe, all things He knows

Your mind is still focused on the impossible, on danger

You fathom the end of your life the falling will engender

You think you are done; you are finished far as you see

All your plans to nothing they pale thin of all you can be

Oh, poor you, you only know and think within your box

You have a limited brain, a frail moment, you live a hoax

Then, He glides to your side, He whispers, “Turn the case”

He does it, and the shape now has a solid and firm base

The distance, relative to your position, is now shorter

The heavy weight of deep fear now lifts off your shoulder

You can clearly see your way out of this deadly malaise

You again see your dreams and plans before you ablaze

You can now jump on His back; He’s closer than you thought

You realize that He was there always, that’s your major fault

You know now, perspective matters, when life hangs in balance

You bow before the One who provides time and all the chance

And you repeat, “You’re able, O Lord, to do far more plentifully,

Even above, beyond, what I can think or imagine – eventfully!” 

You see, friends, it matters how you look at life’s challenges

Do you only believe in your resource that with time changes?

Or do you, heartily, put your trust in the One and True God,

Who is without time, fails not, whose grace never gets old?


 

Oh, My Lovie Dovie


Oh Lord, my Father, Your love is steadfast
Like a mountain, it stands and holds fast
You are immovable, yet flexible and loving
You're splendid in Your ways, always doving
You’re the one I love, object of my adoration
For all You’ve done, I’ll break in adulation
I am the first fan of Your wondrous creation
I will praise You alone during all my duration
Your garments are too pure for me to touch
But what You do for me, I will wisely watch
And I will remember to give thanks always,
For nothing I have I got by my own ways,
You, oh darling of my brief but satisfying life,
You gratify more than a good and capable wife
You bring the most glorious, unspeakable joy
More than the birth of an additional boy
With You alone, it is enough, I need no more
And I will honor You daily for these and all

war poetry

  

God's War Plan


God’s weapon is not like one of this world

Many times, God’s weapon is only a Word

It takes a general to command a war military

God only stationed a carpenter on Mt. Calvary

Rome raised a myriad army to conquer a world known

Jesus raised twelve amateurs to find a world unknown

To win foreign territories, a king sends in warriors

To defeat a satanic empire, Jesus sent out worriers

Goliath challenged God’s army with a mighty spear

But David defeated him without armory and fear

To prepare to conquer, a commander uses a battleship

To train His generals in combat, God uses sheep

To govern his nation, a leader must be accepted

But to save His people, Jesus Christ was rejected!

personal growth poetry

 The Stairs of Kabwata


I remember the many stairs leading up to fourth home
Here I prayed, we laughed and also, I saw you come
You were so angelic in all ways, you’re still an angel
It does not matter “others”, or a look from another angle
The Stairs of Kabwata, we were like little children playing
“We’re still little, playful children,” that’s what I am saying
The Stairs of Kabwata, in both our hearts, we know it well
Though long ago, down our hearts, its rhythms still dwell!

Life poetry

 Slaves to a Language


Day in and day out, I speak a language

This is but a baggage

I sing songs that are foreign to my accent

I divulge meaning without mental accent

I cry in the anti-native mantra, O souls that be past

I retire my real me, quietly and fast

Who will teach me that I sound awful

That to love anti-native is to be unlawful

I try hard, I want to fit in

But cracks wreak havoc within

Alas, all my efforts are but vanishing meteors

I perform with my mouth, am but a theater

Why? I ask, Why do I try to be like them?

Why do I publicly entertain verbal shame?

When my other tongue with negligence I murder

My father’s language without infamy I shudder

When my mother tongue I trash to the bin

And not to remember my own etymology, isn’t it a sin?

O language, why did I choose to utter love in a hateful verse?

To follow after wind, isn’t it a vainful chase?

Why did I decide to explain truth through lying lips?

And to get rich through slavery tips?

Why did I pay my dues with untried currency?

And pronounce hard Western surnames with intimate fervency?

Bring me home, O descendants never exposed to English

For my efforts to be another palaver are but foolish

The songs of my motherland are sweet

Only because I can understand them without sweat

Whom can we blame?

Because we did not inherit this from them?

Who instructed Parliament to drown our many dialects?

And substitute them with what we will never elect?

Cry my lovely ebony countrymen,

For who has polluted our portent semen?

Shout louder upon your foreign acquired semantics

And hide not in White-washed antics…

Shame,

Shame, Oh spurious shame!

For only imitators perish in their own madness

Those who despise their history are but less

There is nothing authentic in borrowed fame

As no civilization has maturated without a name

I want to be free

I want to have ROOTS like a tree

From the accents that sound like a rotten egg

Their grammar we onerously beg

I want to say Muntu, not People!

I want to say Imfubu, not hippo!

In my own native accent

I sound better, freer and excellent

O, release me from an alien prison

To forget my language, is treason!