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Showing posts with label Mashairi. Show all posts

SHAIRI: HEKO LIBERIA

Picha kwa hisani ya Freepik


Shairi hili linakuja kufuatia kutangazwa kwa matokeo ya Uchaguzi Mkuu uliofanyika mwaka huu nchini Liberia. Katika hali isiyo ya kawaida George Weah aliyekuwa akitetea nafasi yake alikubali kusindwa na mpinzani wake Joseph Boakai katika Uchaguzi huo pasipo mvutano na migogoro kama ilivyozoeleka katika mataifa mengi ya bara hili. Kama mshairi niliwiwa kuandika ili kupongeza kitendo hiki cha uungwana kukubali kukabidhi madaraka pasipo mvutano ambao mara nyingi hupelekea umwagaji damu. Karibu katika shairi letu kwa lugha adhimu ya Kiswahili.

Shairi: Heko Liberia
Mtunzi: Venance Gilbert Mpate
Mwaka: 19 Novemba 2023

HEKO LIBERIA

Heko Liberia naisifu yenu demokrasia,
Wenu ukomavu yote Afrika imeshuhudia,
Tupeni maarifa darasani tupate kujifunzia,
Afrika matokeo mshindani hawezi kuridhia,
Uchaguzi mtawala hakubali kupoteza felia,
Ninyi metuonesha mtawala aweza kuwa felia,
Mpinzani akashika dola imani ikaendelea,
Heko Liberia naisifu yenu demokrasia.

Mtawala akubali mwenyewe kupoteza,
Dola pembeni madarakani kumbakiza,
Tume uchaguzi naipongeza kujitakatifuza,
Afrika demokrasia miguu yajikomaza,
Kwingine tuanze maarifa kupenyeza,
Yeyote uchaguzini aweza kupoteza,
Hakika demokrasia haitakuwa ajuza,
Heko Liberia naisifu yenu demokrasia.

Afrika ikome migogoro uchaguzini,

Pumzi tulonayo watawala iheshimuni,

Vita uchaguzini visalie historiani,

Itamalaki demokrasia kote barani,

Furahani tuishi mwetu majumbani,

Yafaa nini kuwemo migogoroni?

Afrika Afrika tuishi demokrasiani,

Heko Liberia naisifu yenu demokrasia.



Kama una maoni kuhusu shairi hili usisite kuandika hapa chini ama kuniandikia katika barua pepe yangu: venancegilbert@gmail.com

DEADMEN SPEAKS: A POEM

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It has been longtime since I published my poems on this platform, today I'm humbly inviting you to our section of poems. As you enjoy reciting this creativity, please don't forget to leave your comment after this post or writing via my contacts after this poem.

Poem: Deadmen Speaks
Poet: Venance Gilbert
Composition: July 30, 2023


DEADMEN SPEAKS: A POEM BY VENANCE GILBERT

I heard deadmen tells no tale
but these ones do
They are burdened with a lots
Weak folks who talks nothing
just talking in mind in the streets
I say so because one of them is me
I speak for deadmen.

Six years with no stable duties to perform
while responsibilities have taken-off
This week this job next week none
and I have to survive regardless
But how without money
How can I count money without job?
I speak for deadmen.

While I'm enjoying my jobless survival
Executive wants to collect from my pocket
I have to pay tariff to buy light
tariff to withdraw my hard-earned saving
Actually they care about us a lot
Us living under poverty line
I speak for deadmen.

Like I said, deadmen tells tale
but their voices lack sound
Are we mute? No
We can't utter with no food in stomach
Where do we get energy while starving?
Food pricetag is a really scaring monster
I speak for deadmen. 

This folk spent four years seeking job
Got tired and decided to be a manager of his job
One year of self employment market catch fire
Light in his eyes was taken by that fire
Now he walks like cripple to move again
And debts alert is making him mad
I speak for deadmen.  

A sister folk got job interview
Had to go for written and go again for one-to-one
and all these needs money she don't have, how fun?
Fare travels besides high oil pricetag
She had to drop the shortlisting
Because she is penniless to cover job seeking costs
I speak for deadmen. 

Life is a hell dear folk
No other hell than this
Find your money, live this hell
Waiting for huge bucks is worthless
Cause they don't care your sufferings
It is only when they want you to cast
I speak for deadmen.

There is this tale of folk with many folks
Expecting the best from them next
The best he never tried to prepare
Absolutely no folk harvest food at the road
Since food is grown at farms
Every folk should take care of their farms to harvest
I speak for deadmen.



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PREMIER: A POEM BY VENANCE GILBERT FOR CELEBRATING THE WORLD MOTHERS' DAY 2018



Venance Gilbert: A composer of this poem.

Today is a very special day to all Mothers in the World. It is called World Mothers' Day. As one among the people who were raised by a mother, I found an interest in holding a pen and a piece of paper at least to write the few from the collection of what I did as I was growing up and my mother was there for me to make sure that I grow up wisely and intelligently. On March 28, 2017 I completed the long lasting composition of this poem. IT IS VERY SPECIAL FOR MY DEAR MAMA FLORENTINA AND ALL MOTHERS' IN THE WORLD. May be your mother has passed away (sorry for the loss) but due to spiritual faith, we believe that the resting mothers in heaven can hear our voices, so you can also recite the poem for your mom and she will hear you in one way or another. The poem is called Premier. I welcome you once again to this field of language use. I have hired a very simple language in composing this poem, it is very understood and straightforward:

Poem: Premier
Poet: Venance Gilbert
Composition: March 28, 2017

My premier
That genuine premier of me
I say genuine since he skilled me to be material
Premier I know you are delighted of me
Your harvest is gratified of you most
My premier, my duplicate
You accentuate me to premise on goodness
Those generations when I operated capricious
Honorably your pampering is now honoured
Not only me some folks also say
But premier they never be fluent in it loud
In a nutshell this blameless make-up ensued after you
And this is why I say you are packed with conceit.

Premier
Into blackness and perky you hiked
Probably some are uncovered in this
But them handier certainly not branded this
Premier you are the only that Supernatural being gifted me
Your depth gloss upon me like not any gilt
And I see your craving never catch antediluvian
Above and beyond it is protracted fixed interminably
Just like no one can sort out healthier than you
This has building I for one I am at the moment
What else can I for one say? I hearting you premier.

I dredge up those generations I was vulgar
Those livings when the deeds was unworldly
I also hark back to the switch into teens
A tick when I operated sagacious
Premier you performed in conformity with the phase
You drafted the role and set me on the route
I was half-hearten but you never let that alive in me
If you could leave me, who else would carry me delicately?
Undeniably, Not any. I treasure you premier.

Premier
Where I wailed you also get in
Just to spectacle that the realm was not only mine
And when entirety put me downcast
You battled my angle, you bout for me
Your maws could voice to me devotedly
If you give up I will despond
Be solid I am with you to soar the massif
And we scrabbled collectedly directioning to the ultimate
And our flight was at least efficacious
God, take the appreciations for the exquisite premier

Premier
In our day as I let my big hand ink about you
I summon up those beings you contended on hard working
At the phase I didn’t grasp but you adage for me
My produce work, work hard, work as you can
If you work, you have a warranty to live healthier
The troop will worth your being there in time off
But if you no toil, publics will be drowsy of you
Thank you premier, I grasp it in their gates.

Premier
Our life-cycle is an encyclopedia
There is no way it apt the lone script
I set aside those archetype existences you stressed
You lodged the rising germs inside me
And their fruit is seen in prospect
Premier, I worth how you upturned me
I upkeep and pledge to animate in noble
Sometime I wish to amend the wheel
To reword the deportment, but you discern
That I was just on the rise, thank you premier one.



Thank you for taking time and interest in reciting this 6 stanzas poem. If you have anything to comment or advice please leave your comment below or you can write to me through:
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AN ALIEN AT HOME: A POEM BY VENANCE GILBERT


Venance Gilbert in 2017


My poems speaks about crosscutting issues to the Tanzania society at large. I write on political issues, social dynamism, economic issues, cultural aspects and related aspects. There are several issues happening in the Tanzania society at the moment, and today I invite you to recite the poem, "An Alien at Home". It speaks of the contemporary issues in the Tanzanian trending issues, after reading it you might have your comments, please write to me through the contacts after the poem.


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AN ALIEN AT HOME

It was once before a free boundaries
One could have a word on anything done erroneous
Handcuff men could seize no one
And the leader would come to act in response
But have the courage now to enunciate touching them
You be subjected to the undetectable like that rap man
Or be handcuffed to dark
Followed by late delivering to law paraphrase
Once delivered, the commandment paraphrase will stop the bail
For the argue to shield your being in sinister
From the fixture of seizing self as they crown you
They will ask over your belongingness
“Is you of this of these boundaries?”
But it is them insisting the belongingness
To become of the terra firma positively indeed
When one point their rubbish turns an alien
An alien at home has no mouth
But how is the kinsman an alien?
When he speak on their interests against them wishes.
April 2018.


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THE WHEEL A POEM BY VENANCE GILBERT

Venance on the sitting benches of Vikenge Hostels, Mzumbe University Main Campus Morogoro

Poet: Venance Gilbert
Poem: The Wheel
Composition: October 18, 2016
Publication: April 20, 2017
Copyright: Venance Gilbert  2016



The wheel was moving
But I never noticed
second counted, minutes gone,
hours died, days were numbered
weeks moved, months and years passed
I noticed it as the matter of living.

Mental pictures remind me
those days when the moments existed
Sometimes I wish to restore and start
I find the wheel moving fast following the line
Like the train on its pathway
Happy birthday takes back to those moments.

Today I am youth
Full capable to place the mind on motion
I often regret when I remember the moment
The moment when I was the driver of the wheel
But now the wheel drives, how possible?
I never drove it well and careful at the moment,
Drive the wheel careful before it drive you on its pathway.

WELCOME ON BOARD: A POEM BY VENANCE GILBERT


Poem: Welcome on Board
Date composed: January 3, 2017.
Copyright: Venance Gilbert.


If it would be changing
Possibly this might be like pressing next
Particularly on a DVD player
But this does not let us press
Welcome on board; you are now part of us.

If be it swotting
Feasibly this may be pacing another course
Chiefly at school, college or varsity
But this does not rest on on papers
Welcome on board; you are now part of us.

If it would be moving
Positively this would be rambling
Definitely to beings
But this does not hinge on our feet strength
Welcome on board; you are now part of us.

If be it breathing
Certainly this would be breathing in
Specifically in all the livings
But this does not need breathing structures
Welcome on board; you are now part of us.

We have now trodden on another numeral
Each of us has to go through nippy revolution
Or reasonably style headway
Never welcome him on board as part of us
Let us welcome him with fresh hallucinations
Welcome on board; you are now part of us.