July 5, 2012 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION











Enemy of Time


Emmanuel Sibanda


I’m growing up and i can’t deny it.

Even the actions i take are now well thought out.

Even the words i speak are wiser.

The way i see the world has changed.

More open and less bound by the limitations of ignorance,


I hate it,

I hate this sudden rationality i find within myself.

I hate this sudden wisdom i feel when i speak.

I hate this sudden confidence in my ability,

This desire to see the world with eyes wide open,

I hate it all.


It is as though i’m watching myself being buried alive.

It is like a dying a thousand times.

The very life i once existed in, slowly extinguished,

Consumed by the change that has fallen upon me,

I miss my old self.

I miss the childhood ignorance,

And the naivety that accompanied it.

I miss the days when reality and dream had no divide

I may have been close minded, but life tasted differently,

It was like hot chocolate after a long night, sprinkled with cayenne pepper.

Bitter sweet,

Every sense and emotion amplified,

Like felt like and dislike was stronger than hate itself.

Every emotion magnified itself in relation to my ignorance,

Every decision uncalculated.

Who had time for calculating when decisions had to be made?

Everything, including reality was skewed,

My world was the only world that existed,

The great realization that the world doesn’t revolve around me hadn’t set


If this is what life is; a mindless journey into the unknown,

I vow to find a loop hole,

They will not destroy me, i refuse to be taken alive.

I will fight till the very last cell falls from my skin.

Victory’s uncertain, i will find glory in the fight itself.

With this new found purpose and clear belief,

From now on i call myself the enemy of time.





Her Name is Dream


Emmanuel Sibanda


30 seconds ago you stole my heart, and everything in side of it,

Just a glance was all it took, nothing more

Those eyes of yours so alluring

Blue or black i couldn’t tell the difference.

That day, it changed my life,

It is not love but it’s stronger than lust,

Now i can’t wait till i see those eyes again


A smile and a nod, was all it took.

A smile bright as day to blind even the most perceptive,

A gaze to soften the hardest of hearts,

I know you’re not perfect, nothing can ever be,

But I cannot see beyond your beautiful smile.


For a moment i felt uneasy, a little bit nervous,

The desire i had i felt grow larger,

How can one human have such power over another?

How could i fall victim to this beautiful spell?

This cannot be real, it has to be a dream.

My thoughts froze for a moment i had nothing to say,

All reason was lost in the presence of her beauty


Sadly i know that she’ll never be mine,

Dreams are meant to be just that, dreams.

And so her name shall always be,

The dream girl who can never be mine.



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  1. Pearl Ketover Prilik August 16, at 00:33

    Agree with many of the comments above - would add there is an ethereal quality to the flow of your words that gives one the impression that they are being heard rather than read - which is quite lovely. Beautiful pieces:)

  2. Jacolyne July 07, at 18:05

    Two wonderful pieces, Richard. I love the mystery of Halfway Point, and the humor in Geography. I'd like to more of your work.

  3. Mama Zen July 07, at 01:03

    The Costume just achieves the perfect mood. Wow!

  4. Laurie Kolp July 06, at 20:02

    Thanks for your kind comments and wonderful support... it means so much to me!

  5. Grant Handgis July 06, at 17:02

    Very nice pieces Richard. The flow and meter were soothing and the words filled in as texture. Good to see your poems continue to reach ever more appreciative readers.

  6. Ella July 06, at 16:59

    I love how your day unfolded and we can hear your thoughts. They dance with the ordinary is extracted with fragments of your emotions. The disconnect and connects all stirred through your view~ Wonderful! Congrats Laurie :D

  7. Sara V July 06, at 16:04

    Laurie such a gift you have for visceral images and outstanding prose. Such beautifully layered stanzas, I delight in reading them again and again. Wonderful!

  8. Patricia July 06, at 15:39

    Laurie, like your repetition in The Costume--"sit and sip and sew" so sublime!

  9. Claudsy July 06, at 13:43

    Great pair, Laurie. This is one aspect of poetry that I have little talent for. I can't quite seem to get down what it takes to do interpersonal encounters. You've definitely shown marvelous examples of how it's done well. Thank you.

  10. De Jackson July 06, at 13:35

    Laurie, these are wonderful. I love the ferocity of The Costume, ending with this soothing rhythm: "I smile, sip my coffee sit and sip and sew–." ...the demon having been exorcised, for now. :) Also love the double play in the title. And the tenderness, appreciation in That Look. Wonderful. Love your work. So happy to see it here.

  11. Marie Elena July 06, at 13:31

    Love them both, Laurie, but especially this one. Nice work, as always.


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