R.C Kelly

Malawi

Straight from the warm heart of Africa

Message from Writer

Words are powerful, they are a link to someone's mind, soul or heart. Use them carefully.

Published Work

Careless

Seek for the truth
Where it is not hidden.
For what is hidden is concealed with purpose.

Listen to words
that need to be heard.
For not all speak truthfully and with good intent.

Taste and savour
the joy life brings.
For bitterness may await you in the after.

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

The Gloaming

Perishing day drags with her the Sun’s sole vestige,
Shafts of auburn and amber ebb away
Seizing the last slivers of blissful warmth and glimpses of white doves.
 
Then night comes.
Each
And
Every
Remnant ray of light is languidly
Feasted on by night’s ravenous silhouette,
Devoured by dusk’s menacing obscurities and shadows,
Engulfed in azures then indigos then navies then black
 
Until there is
Just a void.
The night sky a dark abyss
Filled with a melancholic blackness carried by the hostile clouds.
 
The scandalous stars frequently peer into the dark chasm,
The moon’s solemn gaze veiled by frothy black mounds
Granting no escape from night’s searing gaze,
 
A prison from which none can flee
Governed by night’s minions
Who tirelessly tormenting night’s captives with terrors.
 
Nevertheless
The sun will set us free.
 
Each imperial beam a silent pardon, gradually overcoming the darkness.
Its gilded face dying the earth with yellows and oranges...

Beautiful?

Saline droplets sashay on its mottled skin.
A blemished, variegated specimen…
That lacked pigment.
It lies in envy and awe of the
Wholly
Bronzed sovereigns,
the offspring of mother earth
Meticulously moulded with clay and soil.
Made to prevail scorching beams and sultry skies.

 And yet...
The black abomination gazes yearningly
With Salted beads cascading on its sunburnt skin.
A blackened, heartless creature…
That still carried a pulse.
It bows in reverence to the
Light-endowed
Fair skinned deitys,
Heaven brought down
and contained by a single being.
Made to dwell with winter's ice.

But there is envy, even in heaven.
The green-eyed monster craves,
With streams of pellucid
bodily excretions soaking it's peachy surface.
A blonde haired bimbo...
That carries a heart as golden as it's hair.
It craves for a beauty beyond understanding.
Craving for smooth, pale, milk-like skin.
Made to rival the suns beams.

Hatred emerges from a person's inability to see their own beauty.



 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

The Gloaming

Perishing day drags with her the Sun’s sole vestige,
Shafts of auburn and amber ebb away
Seizing the last slivers of blissful warmth and glimpses of white doves.
 
Then night comes.
Each
And
Every
Remnant ray of light is languidly
Feasted on by night’s ravenous silhouette,
Devoured by dusk’s menacing obscurities and shadows,
Engulfed in azures then indigos then navies then black
 
Until there is
Just a void.
The night sky a dark abyss
Filled with a melancholic blackness carried by the hostile clouds.
 
The scandalous stars frequently peer into the dark chasm,
The moon’s solemn gaze veiled by frothy black mounds
Granting no escape from night’s searing gaze,
 
A prison from which none can flee
Governed by night’s minions
Who stirelessly tormenting night’s captives with terrors.
 
Nevertheless
The sun will set us free.
 
Each imperial beam a silent pardon, gradually overcoming the darkness.
Its gilded face dying the earth with yellows and oranges...

Personal Narrative Competition 2018

Memories

“Stop crying and grow up!”
Crying by definition is the shedding of tears when one is overcome by emotion but where I’m from crying is a sign of weakness, cowardice and futility. As a child growing up in one of the poorest countries in the world, I quickly learnt that emotion is better controlled than shown. I remember stepping into the shower one day and suddenly being overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions; the world suddenly slowed down and my heart began racing, I felt so confined by the small cubicle that I had to get out. For a second I thought I was going to faint but instead tears slowly started making their way down my cheeks to the cream white tiled bathroom floor. They were bitter tears… tears of resentment and anger… tears of grief. My soul had suddenly been filled with a strange melancholic emotion that urged me to scream in frustration and cry to my heart's...

Personal Narrative Competition 2018

Memories

“Stop crying and grow up!”
Crying by definition is the shedding of tears when one is overcome by emotion but where I’m from crying is a sign of weakness, cowardice and futility. As a child growing up in one of the poorest countries in the world, I quickly learnt that emotion is better controlled than shown. I remember stepping into the shower one day and suddenly being overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions; the world suddenly slowed down and my heart began racing, I felt so confined by the small cubicle that I had to get out. For a second I thought I was going to faint but instead tears slowly started making their way down my cheeks to the cream white tiled bathroom floor. They were bitter tears… tears of resentment and anger… tears of grief. My soul had suddenly been filled with a strange melancholic emotion that urged me to scream in frustration and cry to my heart's...

Personal Narrative Competition 2018

Memories

“Stop crying and grow up!”
Crying by definition is the shedding of tears when one is overcome by emotion but where I’m from crying is a sign of weakness, cowardice and futility. As a child growing up in one of the poorest countries in the world, I quickly learnt that emotion is better controlled than shown. I remember stepping into the shower one day and suddenly being overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions; the world suddenly slowed down and my heart began racing, I felt so confined by the small cubicle that I had to get out. For a second I thought I was going to faint but instead tears slowly started making their way down my cheeks to cream white tiled bathroom floor. They were bitter tears… tears of resentment and anger… tears of grief. My soul suddenly filled with a strange melancholic emotion.  Still, I didn’t utter a sound lest I be heard and scolded, lest I be...