Mechanical and Romantic Love

by,
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya
21 September 2011
Bulawayo, Zimbabwe.

Mechanical love, that is;
A love of the mortal kind or man-made love,
Is a love that is propelled by the mortal forces of men, and;
True romantic love, that is: 
Love of the immortal kind, divine or Heavenly love,
 Is a love that is carried on the soft and glittering silver wings of God's Angels.
I hold true to the true romantic ideals of love.
Romantic love is an ideal which I have lived for and shall live for,
It is an ideal which I shall achieve in this life.
If needs be,
It is an ideal which I shall die by.

A Bodacious Beauty
By,
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya.
19 Nov 2007
(Potchefstroom, South Africa.)

I fell in love with you the very moment I lay my eyes on you.
You was, is and always will be an emblem and embodiment of beauty.
You are beauty itself, you define succinctly what beauty is.
You are the very reason why the English discovered the word beauty.
You are the reason the Universe is expanding all this in honor of your beauty.
In a gyration-type-motion, you walk with such grace and decorum,
Cleavage up-front, face up and shoulders up-right, leg in front of the other.
Some would say you walk with such majestic pride of the first kind,
Because one would hardly think you ever touch the ground at all.
When you walk, one would feel by the breeze - the Angels around you.
They harp a tune in appreciation of such gorgeousness and owe-some splendor.
You was, is and forever will be God's masterpiece, the crown jewel of my heart.
When you talk, goodness me and behold the lamb of God!
One sees stars twinkle and glitter on your teeth like silver in the full light of the day.
Your melodious voice, sounds like a hymn from the heavens.
Your supple skin, its scent, the dimples and your shapely mermaid-like body,
Only serve to complement your bodaciousness.
God is owe-some and good,
An artist of is his own ranking

The Five P's in Me
by
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya
25 November 2007
(Potchestroom South Africa)

Me the Pastor, amen alleluia,
Praise the Good and Great Lord.
Me the Philanthropist, give faith and cheerfully in abundance,
Unto you it shall be given back by He at his will and time.
Me the Philosopher, wisdom is enlightenment,
Knowledge is power and knowledge comes to s/he that seek it.
Me the Physicist, Nature and Natures Laws lay hind in the night,
God said let there be light and all was, is and will ever be.
Me the Poet, the golden thread that keeps reveling,
The inner fire within burns forever against all trade-winds and seeks bliss.
Me the Politician, power to the people, the people shall govern,
Until understanding dawns, that I am the people and the people is me.
Which P of me in me do you want or wish?
I am not sure about the Psychologist?
Though, yes I am decipher of Rosetta stone heliographics.  
The Pastor, I will sermon my vision of utopian love.
The Philanthropist, I will extend unto you my most kind hand.
Me the Philosopher, I will share my wisdom gathered over the years.
The Physicist, oh, I will tell you all I know about the Laws of Nature.
The Poet, I will unleash the soliloquies with fiery passion.
The Politician, dare me not here, for understating shall be given unto you.