Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

Biography

Access Granted

Enlarge poem

You are not an option
You are more lika bare necessity
You are my only option and without You there is just no me
You are my One True Passion-You ignite this fire in me
You are the Fire that consumes me yet at the same time revves me
Like a phoenix I rise from your flames
You are perpetually the same
You cause me to be undone yet you make me
you breathe into me but Your awesomeness leaves me breathless
Truly breath-taking
You are life given
You are the light of my life
You shine so bright that
You almost leave me blind
Yet at the same time
You make me see clearly
I am addicted to your beauty
And I am hooked to your sweetness
Because since I tasted your goodness
Honey started to taste like ash
And now I am like a druggie
Constantly shooting up higher doses of you
I love the highs you give me
And it is good that you won’t leave me
the withdrawal symptoms would kill me

Being without you is like a cold winter night without blanket
Its like a hundred months of winter, no April no December
Just July and June
It’s like dying a hundred times and waking up only to die again
Like recurring acute amnesia-forgetting who I am and where I am
again, and again, and again
It’s like sickle cell anaemia like bad blood is flowing through my veins
Like being a tenant at Alcatraz in four a foot cell and iron chains
It is like waking up in total darkness because suddenly the sun is gone
Like my rib-cage has been ransacked and all my vitals are gone
Like I am Will Smith in the movie Legend-with the whole world to myself but still all alone!

It is just like Rise Of The Guardians
Without any Guardians
It is nightmares and darkness
Like I am blank canvass that will never feel paint
Like I’m a blank page never to be tainted by a pen……
Being without you is like a death-wish granted
Straying from you is a death-trap so I will not take you for granted
And whenever you stand
And knock at the door of my heart
My answer will always be-
“Access Granted”

Tinashe Tafirenyika

Featured Poem:

Creationist

Enlarge poem

Objection your Honour!
I totally disagree
Before you overrule you have to listen to me
Prosecuting council is mistaken
In fact they have got it all twisted,
How could they even suggest that this whole universe began with a BIG BANG?
Or that we the species that built the pyramids developed through evolution
It is evident that Prosecuting Council’s brain is doing revolutions
Inside their cranium
And their case is based on nothing but pure delirium
So please hear my case…
Everything that exists implies the existence of a Creator
Let me put it to the court that there is a God in the heavens
He alone has all power
He is not bound by time and His existence transcends forever
His artistic excellence makes Picasso look like a two year old with crayon
He does not need canvas to paint on
He paints sunrise and sunset on each end of this world
Crimson and oranges on backgrounds of fading blue
The whole colour-blocking thing didn’t start with me and you
God’s attention to detail is outspoken
Just look at how He made you
Anatomy and physiology met when He breathed into a lump of dust
Cartilage and muscle, ligaments and nerves
The precision of this machine just leaves me unnerved
This God made pupils to dilate
Hearts to beat
He made those feet that tap-dance in the street
Hands that hold, fold into fists
Fingers that wrap around pens and transcribe these lyrics
The whole symphony of creation just screams that God exists
And honestly your honour
How else would one explain the earth rotating about its axis
From west to east
Each and every day and at the same speed
God’s greatness is revealed
In every atom, every element, every compound on this earth
In every radio-active emission and every new day’s birth
Any time anything living breathes in testifies the presence of a Creator
And most of all your Honour
The presence of God is revealed through the dynamics of our humanity
Through our own creativity
Through our music and our poetry, our dance, our graffiti
Let me rest my case on the base
God is revealed through you and through me

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (3)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Comments

Your email address will not be published.

Biography

Tinashe Tafirenyika is currently a student at the University of Zimbabwe studying Medical Laboratory Sciences.  She is one of the newest spoken word artists in Zimbabwe having stepped onto the scene less than a year ago.  A regular at the House of Hunger Poetry Slam and Sistaz Open Mic sessions at the Book Café. She has already been the “Luckiest Poet” five times in a row a feat that saw her performing at the Shoko Slam in September, 2013.  In November Tinashe travelled to perform at the Word N Sound Festival in Johannesburg.

Tinashe Tafirenyika

Biography

Tinashe Tafirenyika is currently a student at the University of Zimbabwe studying Medical Laboratory Sciences.  She is one of the newest spoken word artists in Zimbabwe having stepped onto the scene less than a year ago.  A regular at the House of Hunger Poetry Slam and Sistaz Open Mic sessions at the Book Café. She has already been the “Luckiest Poet” five times in a row a feat that saw her performing at the Shoko Slam in September, 2013.  In November Tinashe travelled to perform at the Word N Sound Festival in Johannesburg.

Access Granted

Enlarge poem

You are not an option
You are more lika bare necessity
You are my only option and without You there is just no me
You are my One True Passion-You ignite this fire in me
You are the Fire that consumes me yet at the same time revves me
Like a phoenix I rise from your flames
You are perpetually the same
You cause me to be undone yet you make me
you breathe into me but Your awesomeness leaves me breathless
Truly breath-taking
You are life given
You are the light of my life
You shine so bright that
You almost leave me blind
Yet at the same time
You make me see clearly
I am addicted to your beauty
And I am hooked to your sweetness
Because since I tasted your goodness
Honey started to taste like ash
And now I am like a druggie
Constantly shooting up higher doses of you
I love the highs you give me
And it is good that you won’t leave me
the withdrawal symptoms would kill me

Being without you is like a cold winter night without blanket
Its like a hundred months of winter, no April no December
Just July and June
It’s like dying a hundred times and waking up only to die again
Like recurring acute amnesia-forgetting who I am and where I am
again, and again, and again
It’s like sickle cell anaemia like bad blood is flowing through my veins
Like being a tenant at Alcatraz in four a foot cell and iron chains
It is like waking up in total darkness because suddenly the sun is gone
Like my rib-cage has been ransacked and all my vitals are gone
Like I am Will Smith in the movie Legend-with the whole world to myself but still all alone!

It is just like Rise Of The Guardians
Without any Guardians
It is nightmares and darkness
Like I am blank canvass that will never feel paint
Like I’m a blank page never to be tainted by a pen……
Being without you is like a death-wish granted
Straying from you is a death-trap so I will not take you for granted
And whenever you stand
And knock at the door of my heart
My answer will always be-
“Access Granted”

Featured Poem:

Creationist

Enlarge poem

Objection your Honour!
I totally disagree
Before you overrule you have to listen to me
Prosecuting council is mistaken
In fact they have got it all twisted,
How could they even suggest that this whole universe began with a BIG BANG?
Or that we the species that built the pyramids developed through evolution
It is evident that Prosecuting Council’s brain is doing revolutions
Inside their cranium
And their case is based on nothing but pure delirium
So please hear my case…
Everything that exists implies the existence of a Creator
Let me put it to the court that there is a God in the heavens
He alone has all power
He is not bound by time and His existence transcends forever
His artistic excellence makes Picasso look like a two year old with crayon
He does not need canvas to paint on
He paints sunrise and sunset on each end of this world
Crimson and oranges on backgrounds of fading blue
The whole colour-blocking thing didn’t start with me and you
God’s attention to detail is outspoken
Just look at how He made you
Anatomy and physiology met when He breathed into a lump of dust
Cartilage and muscle, ligaments and nerves
The precision of this machine just leaves me unnerved
This God made pupils to dilate
Hearts to beat
He made those feet that tap-dance in the street
Hands that hold, fold into fists
Fingers that wrap around pens and transcribe these lyrics
The whole symphony of creation just screams that God exists
And honestly your honour
How else would one explain the earth rotating about its axis
From west to east
Each and every day and at the same speed
God’s greatness is revealed
In every atom, every element, every compound on this earth
In every radio-active emission and every new day’s birth
Any time anything living breathes in testifies the presence of a Creator
And most of all your Honour
The presence of God is revealed through the dynamics of our humanity
Through our own creativity
Through our music and our poetry, our dance, our graffiti
Let me rest my case on the base
God is revealed through you and through me

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (3)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Access Granted

Enlarge poem

You are not an option
You are more lika bare necessity
You are my only option and without You there is just no me
You are my One True Passion-You ignite this fire in me
You are the Fire that consumes me yet at the same time revves me
Like a phoenix I rise from your flames
You are perpetually the same
You cause me to be undone yet you make me
you breathe into me but Your awesomeness leaves me breathless
Truly breath-taking
You are life given
You are the light of my life
You shine so bright that
You almost leave me blind
Yet at the same time
You make me see clearly
I am addicted to your beauty
And I am hooked to your sweetness
Because since I tasted your goodness
Honey started to taste like ash
And now I am like a druggie
Constantly shooting up higher doses of you
I love the highs you give me
And it is good that you won’t leave me
the withdrawal symptoms would kill me

Being without you is like a cold winter night without blanket
Its like a hundred months of winter, no April no December
Just July and June
It’s like dying a hundred times and waking up only to die again
Like recurring acute amnesia-forgetting who I am and where I am
again, and again, and again
It’s like sickle cell anaemia like bad blood is flowing through my veins
Like being a tenant at Alcatraz in four a foot cell and iron chains
It is like waking up in total darkness because suddenly the sun is gone
Like my rib-cage has been ransacked and all my vitals are gone
Like I am Will Smith in the movie Legend-with the whole world to myself but still all alone!

It is just like Rise Of The Guardians
Without any Guardians
It is nightmares and darkness
Like I am blank canvass that will never feel paint
Like I’m a blank page never to be tainted by a pen……
Being without you is like a death-wish granted
Straying from you is a death-trap so I will not take you for granted
And whenever you stand
And knock at the door of my heart
My answer will always be-
“Access Granted”

Comments

Your email address will not be published.