PRICELESS POEMS (verses one to nine)

1There are some classic poems
that shall never be overrated,
like the inscription on this canvas

2There are some arrears
that shall never be avoided,
like the debt that all man pay

3There are some tick tocks of time
that shall never be recovered,
like the minutes you’ll take frustrating a cipher

4There are some ciphers
that shall never be decoded,
like the cake that no man dares to bake

5There are some mysteries
that shall never be resolved,
like the recipe Jesus used for wine

6There are some feral lions
that shall never source prey on game,
like the one of the Kingdom of Swaziland

7There are some horses
that shall never be ridden,
like the clear one every beggar desires

8There are some wishes
that shall never be granted,
like that of immortality

9There are some poems
that shall never be completed,
like these continuous thoughts…

The new kid on the block

After a short absentia (due to internal issues) Modern Society is back on the web. My pen has however been bleeding ink, so you can look forward to new, better and improved publications.
Heres what to expect this time around;

1. The latest poetry news, past and upcoming events.
2. Publications on Swazi music, poetry and arts.
3. A gig guide or map to upcoming poetry events (recital festivals).
4. Competitions for aspiring poets.
5. AND YES, MORE POEMS, from me and other aspiring poets.
6. Other ARTicles

We hope the changes we will be bringing will up the standards of MS Online Magazine

DEAD POETIC

The cemetery and its prodigious appetite, shall entombe my bones under shrine heavy stones. But these writings I’m writing, en’ these readings thou art reading, shall dare the theory of mortality, en’ survive the spirit of the black African poet

So gather together
o’ poetic poets
en’ prophetic prophets
to read the readings
of these writings we writing

Obeisance to the noice of the African voice that enjoys to witness the joys of a live audience. Obedience to the pen that bleeds ink, en’ to the head that thinks. Compliance to the hand that dances to the rhythm of the heart, in scripting of art

So gather together
o’ sentimental sentimentalists
en’ romantic romantics
to express in expressions
this feeling we feeling

We are craved by the grave for our brave trials. But before I submit, I shall develop my territory to a purity beyond a word, for I am the poetry of the world…

APPLE OF MY EYE

Shall I shower thee wit flatteries
from ancient love diaries
thence post thy eulogy
on the pages of modern technology!

Shall I cherish thy pellucid skin
en the fregile heart within!
O well nourished be he that sips
from the fountain of thy lips.

O aroma of my love
be sweet to the taste of my dove
thou art in distant land
but sure of foot I crave thy hand.

Apple of my eye
nested upon thy eyrie
fall on to my lonely arms
that shall protect thee from any harm.

THE JELOUS LOVER

Sweet aura as he appears,
en' rhymes like Shakespeare,
the etho filled wit' kisses,
blown by the feminine species;

My love, loves him;
My love, loves him more!

Give me a bow and arrows,
that would plunge into his marrows,
causing stern harm,
killing his charm;

I hate him;
I hate him so...