The Weekly Poet is a collection of poems published weekly, the themes contained therein are broad and span a wide range of issues that affect us be it social, economic, pyschological, you name it. It’s through this publication that we wish to bring raw talent into the limelight and celebrate great art. The hope is that through publishing these poems, many will be encouraged to not only share their work, but also spark a fire that’ll leave people with a hunger for poetry, to read and appreciate. I invite you to take a dive and enjoy. The Weekly Poet shall not be held responsible for any plagiarism by the author of a poem added in its weekly compilation. Each poet is to be held accountable in the event that any complaint has been raised. JGK Contents Dedication Let Me Love You Sun Word Where I Belong A Pathway To Love Scar Wild When All Hope Is Gone Contributors Let Me Love You Gift Mikondo Take me away from this cemetery To a place where your face will rule my days. Unlock the gate, let me see my fate in you. Tell me your story, Let me wander through your scars. Whisper your worst fears into my ears. Let me be your secret suitcase. Be my life diary. Dress with beauty the monster in me. Before I vanish beyond these walls, Let me love you. Sun Drepa Sun, When you rise at the crack of dawn With the reds and oranges of your rays, You dry the dew besides paths for a man to pass without getting wet. Do you care at all if he is full of hatred or of a pure golden heart? Or is your duty just to light up the day? Sun, When you walk so slow at noon, Are you watching all sorts of gluttony? If so, do you report to God? And when people are at war, Do you feel like going off To shed a tear and bow your head in disappointment? Sun, When you set, do you pat the moon on the shoulder and say, “Dear brother, I have been through the thrill of it all, So watch how corrupt the world is in the dark, I have done my fair share of the day?” Sun, How I wonder what you do when the moon takes control. Word BLck & Catherine I write not of flesh and blood; Sorjourn therefore with me to the point of divergence. Ye the Word I speak of was there. Ye the Word I speak of is God. A sanctuary to Christians, Itself disciplines us. Controls us from twirling to the devil’s tunes. When you neglect the word You typically breathe your last. It’s part of our ecosystem. The Word itself is tranquil But, a human without the Word is nothing. With thy Word, I find freedom; It removes the yoke of sin on my neck. Keeping thy Word, man’s ways are made pure. There is a cause to hope. The Word can strengthen me. There is a cause to stand again, The Word can quicken my bones Where I Belong Monalisa Mariah Liabunya I belong in the ocean where life flows with magic and enthusiasm. I belong in the night where my presence steals the spotlight. I belong among the gemstones but my value outshines the other’s. I belong in a room of aristocrats but my soul craves for more greatness. I belong to the creator of life and love. ‘When I sit down and look at the people around me, I’m my own reflection and that leaves no competition with the stars because I only shine for the perfection of my soul.’ A Pathway To Love Deep Pockets A few exes later I finally met her, My soulmate, the love of my life Loretta. She’s warm in June, Cold in September, Throughout the season, we make memories that are worth it to remember. Scar itz.df So shall I be No longer a source of your pain, But a scar on your face. One that causes you shame when you look in the mirror, One that itches every time you touch it. One that pulls on your skin and sources mockery from your peers. If I was elsewhere I’d be a secret, But each time you smile, I am well pronounced And all that see you, see me. Wild Israel Blue He spun her like dough and stamped her to the kitchen wall. He clung unto her like a parasite, Almost ripping her body in two. His love was wild, His love was war And she loved every bit of it. When All Hope Is Gone James Fletcher Chasowa Drowned is my heart into tears Not tears of joy but morning winds Palpitating around the suburb Trying to make ends but to no avail The children crying in agony For how long should we wait for his mercy? Drowned is my heart into tears Not tears of joy but a howl in maternity Not because of the toddler But the passing away of a teen mother Who couldn’t bare the sting of child bearing For how long should we wait for his mercy? Drowned is my heart into tears Not tears of joy but a wailing ambulance Returning the remains of a fallen soldier The only hope of the family Who could not bear the wrath of poverty Only to take his own life For how long should we wait for his mercy? Drowned is my heart into tears Not tears of joy but a mourning crowd Bereaved by the departure of their loved ones Who endured the cruelty of life For how long should we wait for his mercy? This edition has poems written by the following poets: Gift Mikondo Let Me Love You Mohammed Issah Jr. Sun Monalisa Mariah Liabunya Where I Belong Kondwani Cole Chiwowa A Pathway To Love Waliko df Lipemba Scar Israel Blue Wild James Fletcher Chasowa When All Hope Is Gone Submissions can be sent to weeklypoetmw@gmail.com meaning. | MMXXI