Ndaba Sibanda – Love Starts With

To Set Her Heart On Fire

to set the much-needed dialogue in motion
there had to be poetry & poetry & devotion
she didn’t mince her words at all, she hit it
she demanded & desired to see nothing short of it:
she called for an ecstatic expression of emotions
a freely & furiously lively ,lovely exhibition of yens
a river filled with an explosion of verve and verse
and that was her basis for an engagement, a discourse


The Rhythm Of Africa

Its dishes are rich in culture

Servings of fresh injera & tibs

Shiro, doro wot, what a capture

Vegies, spiced butter, meat like ribs!

Kenya ,a taste of maize meal, a taste of ugali

Menus to suit all palates, religious dietary needs

Potatoes, corn, beans, cassava, yam, pumpkins in Kigali

African music echoes across all colours, countries & creeds


Whirling In The Open In Bulawayo

Outdoors in one worthy season

Barbequed meat and all- served

Babies crying, smoke one reason

But their feasting moms unnerved

Beautiful happy souls hooked on meat

Roasted to perfection, what a delicacy

Without Afro-music the party is incomplete

Bulawayo, a fabulous food haunt and fantasy


Enchanted And Eloped

she was short and slender

her voice vivid and tender

it beamed an invisible smile

infectious even from a mile

she was a blessing to her patients

as she treated them like her parents

she told them high blood was manageable

with diet and lifestyle changes—all was doable

one day one foreign suitor charmed away the adorable

the one doctor whose services poor elders found invaluable


Artist:
A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, Ndabas poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndabas works are found or forthcoming in Page & Spine, Peeking Cat, Piker Press , SCARLET LEAF REVIEW , Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review ,Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press.

Sibandas forthcoming book Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things: Confronting Controversies ,Contradictions And Indoctrinations was considered for The 2019 Restless Book Prize for New Immigrant Writing in Nonfiction. Ndabas other forthcoming book Cabinet Meetings: Of Big And Small Preys was considered for The Graywolf Press Africa Prize 2018.
Sibandas other forthcoming books include Timbomb, Dear Dawn And Daylight, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, A Different Ballgame and The Way Forward. Ndaba blogs here: Let`s Get Cracking! – Ndaba Sibanda - WordPress.com

Love Starts With You

Welcome to February, dear Ponderbots! We have entered the season of love.

This new series is focusing on loving and caring for one’s self. Love is a magical thing, and loving others is some of the greatest magic of all. However, if we don’t put the oxygen mask on first how can we truly give to others? We must first fill ourselves to be able to have something to give to someone else, and I think it’s important to remind ourselves of this.

Love for ourselves can have numerous possibilities. It can be the times we allow ourselves to rest. Or standing up for ourselves to make sure we are being treated with respect. Or it can even be validating our own emotions, allowing it to be felt. There is so much love and self care we can give to ourselves and feel fulfilled whether we are in a relationship or not. Either way, love starts with you.

These upcoming artists have created tender and starry-eyed work for you to view. So, stay tuned for inspiration!

-Mia Savant

Call For Submissions – Online Open Mic March 2020

Yes, that’s right Ponderbots, the Online Open Mic in January went so well that there is another one coming up just around the corner in March!

So, if you didn’t get to submit last time, but you were wanting to, you now have another chance to participate! And if you did participate last time, you are welcome to submit again!

You know the drill, see below for guidelines, and I can’t wait to see what you’re pondering!

Submission Guidelines:

1. Send your art of any kind (poems, music, drawings, paintings, videos, or any medium of creativity!). It can be of any genre or topic.

(Disclaimer: Submissions that include hate, discrimination, or inappropriate content will not be accepted).

2. Include a picture of yourself or any photo that you feel represents yourself as an artist.

3. Include any bios, links to your work, or social media sites that you would like to be shared.

4. Email your submission to Mia Savant at pondersavant@gmail.com with the subject line: Online Open Mic.

5. Follow the blog site www.pondersavant.com. If you have Facebook or Instagram follow there as well @pondersavant.

6. Spread the word! Let other artists know about the Online Open Mic by your social media sites or word of mouth!

Deadline for submission is February 29th, 2020

Ponder Away – Conclusion

We have reached the end of our first online open-mic. It has been even better than I imagined! A big thank you to all the incredible artists who participated!

But don’t be sad, because there is much more to come! Next month we have Love Starts With You, a series on receiving love first for ourselves before we give to others. The submissions are open until February 1st, 2020, so go check it out to participate: Love Starts With You

Mia Savant – Ponder Away

Melancholy Lullaby

Lyrics:

At times I want to hide

In the shadows of my mind

I know it there

I know my breath

I know the air

Sometimes I want to cry

Cuz the only thing that I can rely

on is pain

Maybe that makes me a little insane

I spin in circles

I spin in circles

As I search for the answers to life

And I cry myself to sleep because I

Never get it right

I guess I’ll just hope

For sweet dreams

Tonight.

At times I want to give up

When the going gets too rough

I want to close my eyes

And stick to pillow talk

And lullabies

Sometimes I want to scream

But I don’t cuz no one is hearing me

Like a nightmare that you can’t touch

You know it’s not there

But it hurts so much

I spin in circles

I spin in circles

As I search for the answers to life

And I cry myself to sleep because I

Never get it right

I guess I’ll just hope

For sweet dreams

Tonight

Dreams where nothing’s required to be

Dreams where it’s enough to be me

Dreams With no mistakes

Dreams where I feel I’ve got what it takes

At times I want to fight

Against the world

Against the night

I want to do my best

I guess I need a little rest


Artist:

Mia Savant

Kushal Poddar – Ponder Away

Australia, 2019-2020

When winter went into ember
wherein you lived your sleep?

I had a flaming kangaroo hopped between
my eyes, and I had none

until my aunt called me to tell the news.
The cold sat on our porch.

The beer bottles left for recycling spacies
refilled themselves with undyed.

Aunt turned up the news. The wildfire
crackled in the newsreader’s throat –

world just dipped south. Kaput.
I opened my sight to the life leaving lives.

Where were you? Did you see
winter fluffing the orange and red?

Our porch spread across the other dimension.
White covered our trash in another world

where I had two eyes sewn beneath,
and winter, alive, weaved a quilt of fables

for those miracles that could have been.


The One Arrested And Later Left At Our Doorstep

The missing one is restored to her apparition,
disoriented, oozy-blood,
smelling like a marsh; two days’ve passed
since the protest fired up from the gully to the alcázar.

We ask the silence to nurse her.
Tim answers the media in waiting.
We blame the throne obviously.
The air stinks of conspiracy.

The missing one, reinstated, exists in flickers,
now here, now beside the basin, a hologram,
a substance, now a totem archaic,
now a numen, Jesus.

The protest flows with the paradigms.
Tim and I ask her what happened inside;
she seems to miss herself if only by a smudge of soul
or some slogan half finished.
Silence bandages her; strings her together.
MediaMedia disappears to attend another somewhere.


Monkey’s Paw

A teargas shell tore off my bro’s hand;
since we called him a primate in childhood
we kept the hand, nicknamed it ‘Monkey’s Paw’,
presented it before every guest in our house,
cherished their shriek; the severed limb
just wouldn’t rot; the second hand revolutionists
often borrowed it for their demonstrations,
but no one asked my sibling what the paw
meant to him. Probably a missing link
in the evolution chain between Adam and Cain.
He wouldn’t have answered anyway, rather
scratched his arm’s end the way one alley cat
scratches the blind bricks when cornered
in dire need of some magic.


Artist:

Kushal Poddar authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

Follow the Artist:

Author Page – amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet

Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

Shannon O'Loughlin – Ponder Away

Us

We were young
Just learning how to love
Our friendship grew
Into something new
We belonged together
You knew it from the start
You stole my heart
Then I fell apart

And now after all these years
I look at myself in the mirror
The woman staring back at me
Misses what we used to be

Hate and love and broken trust
That is what’s become of us
But something pulled me back to you
And now I don’t know what to do

So here we are
Kissing in the dark
Too late to undo
I’ve lost myself in you
I crave you like an addict
Been starved, unsatisfied
You’re helping me remember
What it’s like to feel alive


Red

I reach out for you but you’re not there
I’m crying, grasping at thin air
I feel it underneath my skin
Your lack of love is creeping in

I’m seeing red
You’re in my head
I lost everything we never had
I missed all our memories
While you never once missed me
I’m your nothing
And nothing hurts more than nothing


Wild In Me

What can I do with this wild in me?
Where can I go to spread my wings?
I want to run, to breathe, be free
So I run, then it starts running me

How do I stay up here so high?
How can I stay in this open sky?
I fear the fall as I struggle to fly
The abyss below is consuming my mind

My aching wings, they’re giving in
My feet crave solid ground again
I’m falling, rushing through the wind
Back to the black I’ve always been

How can I feel when I’m buried so deep?
Twisted up in the words I’ll never speak
The darkness takes me, my body is weak
So I fall apart until I fall sleep

What can I do with this wild in me?
Where can I go to tame the beast?
I want run, to breathe, be free
Free from the wild inside of me


Artist:

Shannon O’Loughlin is 29 years old and has been choreographing, teaching dance and coaching gymnastics for over 12 years. She started out as a competitive gymnast before training in hip hop, breakdance, contemporary, tap, jazz and ballet. Shannon also danced and performed through college at UAA. Her choreography has been featured in halftime shows, dance competitions, auditions, talent shows, gymnastics meets, cheer competitions and dance recitals. She has also choreographed numerous productions for Valley Performing Arts and helped judged local talent shows. Shannon always tells her students, “I learn more from you than you do from me. You are helping me learn how to teach you in a more effective way during every class”. Shannon enjoys writing, watching documentaries, playing guitar, dancing everywhere and doing her make up!