A Bunch of Poetry

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CHANGE

 

Attention, I have a question

When are you ending this conversation?

We need a solution

There is too much starvation

We need to take action

Give us liberation

Freedom from this condition

I’m a gent from location

Who wants transformation…

SAME SEX MARRIAGE

IN THE BEGINNING OF THE PLANET EARTH

GOD GREATED ADAM AND EVE

HORE BATSWALE BA ATE. KE KA HOO RE

LENG TENG, HOTSWA KGOPONG TSA BONA

GOR FORBIDS

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IT.

Is immorality lost?

Is not blessed, is this human right?

People are being blinded by love and feelings.

Is against God’s will

Same sex marriage is inhuman and demonic

Real marriage is procreation,

Constituonal can be allowed

But cultural forbidden.

Where to go is what to do

People lost identities.

This is unafrican, Immoral incorrect.

Is this world of Sodom?

Or is this world of Gomorra?

God is still alive

Let him be thy judge

 POWER

Man who has victory over others is strong

Man who has victory over himself is all powerful

Power cannot be seen, power is within

Is a parasite in our mines, invisible thread in our life

Making us to react instead of acting

Power put me asleep

Is an impostor, only rarely exposed the crowds

Suddenly eradicate iron bars from my mind.

Power is dangerous

Power lives in the secret windings of my cortex.

MISSING CHILD

He was small

Fat and eccentric

It took village

To raise him,

Whole town love him

Or so it seemed

He was in bad shape

Bloodied and beaten

Desperately trying to crawl

Through dog door safety

He was too weak to haul

To haul his poor

Broken little body inside

He suffered from within

Sunny corner his favourite spot

 He was also buried there.

YOU’VE GOT O BE TAUGHT

YOU’VE GOT TO BE TAUGHT TO BE AFRAID

OF PEOPLE WHO’S EYES ARE ODDLY MADE

PEOPLE WHOSE SKIN IS DIFFERENT SHAPE

YOU’VE GOT TO BE CAREFULLY TAUGHT

YOU’VE GOT TO BE TAUGHT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE

BEFORE YOU ARE SIX, SEVEN OR EIGHT

TO HATE ALL THE PEOPLE YOUR RELATIVE HATE

YOU’VE GOT TO BE CAREFULLY TAUGHT

My traits

Laying myself upon earth

Hands can no longer cut nor slit

Poor arms diminish

As I slays my mom’s womb

Fingers moulding the roots

Fingernails scattered to rats

My body is a rain

My mouth devours

My heart is bread for poor child

Voice howling through the earth,

Is a conch shell

My hair symbolic expression of my identity

I am an African

Eyes summonsing a host of goddesses of darkness

My face faces artefacts of earth

My feet are solid stones

My mind flow like Gulf Stream

I, the dark and rascally child

From womb of Africa

WINNER

Winner take chances

Like everyone else they fear falling

But refuse to let fear control them

Winners don’t give up

When life gets rough they hang in until

Then going gets better

Winners are flexible

They realise there is more than one way

And are willing to try others

Winners fall but they don’t stay down

They stubbornly refuse to let a fall

Keep them from climbing

Winners don’t blame fate for their failures

Nor luck for their success

Winners accept responsibility for their lives.

Winners are positive thinkers

Who see good in all things

From ordinary they make extraordinary

Winners believe in the path they have chosen

When it’s hard and

Even when others can’t see where they are going.

Winners are patient

They know a goal is only as worthy as

The effort required to achieve it

Winners are people like you.

MISSION

YOUR DESTINY IS YET TO BE DETERMINED

MAKE IT EXTRAORDINARY

AND LEAVE LASTING LEGACY

LIFE IS A MISSION NOT CAREER

MISSION IS A CAUSE

MISSION ASKS ‘’HOW CAN I MAKE A DIFFERENCE?’’

MARTIN LUTHER KING’S MISSION WAS TO ENSURE

CIVIL RIGHTS FOR ALL. GANDHIS MISSION WAS

TO LIBERATE 300 MILLION INDIANS. MANDELA’S

MISSION WAS TO SEE FREEDOM WALKING THE LAND.

MOTHER TERESA’S MISSION WAS TO CLOTHE THE NAKED

AND FEED THE HUNGRY

MOST OF US WILL NEVER DO GREAT THINGS

BUT WE CAN DO SMALL THINGS

IN A GREAT WAY.

NO NEED TO CHANGE THE WORLD

IN ORDER TO HAVE MISSION

WHATS YOUR MISSION?

SELF ESTEEM

In the entire world, there’s no one like me

The are persons, who have some parts like me

But no one adds exactly like me

Every thing that comes out of me is

Authentically mine

I posses everything about me-my body

Including everything it does

My mind including all its thought and ideas

My eyes including the images of all they behold

My feelings, whatever they may be

My mouth and all the words that come out of it

Sweet or rough, correct or incorrect

My voice loud and soft

                                PART 2

All my actions, whether they be to others or to myself

I own my fantasies my dreams and hopes

I own all of my triumphs and success

All my failures and mistakes

I own all of me I can become intimately acquainted with me

I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me

And other aspect that I don’t know

But as long as I’m friendly and loving to myself

I can courageously and hopefully look for the solutions

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To the puzzle and for ways to find out more about me

However I look and sound

                                   PARTS 3

Whatever I say and do

Whatever I think and feel

At a given moment in times is me

This authentic represent in life where I’m

At that moment in life

 I can see hear, hear, feel, think, say and do

I have tools to survive to be close to others

To be productive to make sense and order

Our of the world

Of people and things outside of me

I own me i can engineer myself

I am what i am

Makgosha

Makgosha, as it is called by names

Lady of the night by popular demand

On the corners of the streets wearing miniskirts

Demanding wealth let alone health

Men’s stop and flirt

Making use of money as the passport to sex

This is death of humanity

Paradoxical disappointment

Escorts trapped in a world of perversion

Sister prostitute I salute you

Physically they see lady of the night

Spiritually I see lady yearning for love

NAKED EYES

THOMAS DIED LONG TIME AGO

HE DID’NT BELIEVES IN LIPS

BUT IN HIS NAKED EYES

SO-CALLED EYE WITHNESSING

THINGS HAVE CHANGED

 NO NEED TO SEE WIND WHILE

YOU CAN FEEL THE BREEZE

NO NEED TO CROSS THE FENCE

TO KNOW YOU ARE TREESPASSING

NO NEED TO GET ON A PLANE

IN ORDER TO GET HIGHER

NO NEED TO KILL SOMEONE

TO KNOW A GUN CAN SHOOT

NO NEED TO SMELL THE BLOOD

TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN PAIN

NO NEED TO HEAR THE CLOCK

TO KNOW THE TIME IS PASSING

NO NEED TO TELL ME THAT WE ARE

TRAPPED IN THE WORLD OF SODOM

I CAN SEE, WITH MY NAKED EYES.

CARPE DIEM

Seize the day, day by day

Living your life to the fullest

Became the best you can be

With a healthy self-esteem, ask with confidence

How you see yourself is essential

That’s image you protect to others

Make your life extraordinary

Believe in your own potential

Through experience of suffering

Soul can be strengthened, ambition be inspired

Success be archived sincerely believe and enthusiastically act

Seize the day.

HABIT

CONSTANT COMPANION, ALWAYS COMING TO MY RESCUE

MY HEAVIEST BURDEN PUSHING ME ONWARS TO

 DRAG ME DOWN TO FAILURE

YOU ARE COMPLETELY AT MY COMMAND

THE SERVANTS OF ALL GREAT INDIVIDUALS

THE SERVANTS OF ALL FAILURES

WORKING WITH ALL THE PRECISION OF MACHINE

WORKING WITH THE INTELLIGENCE OF A HUMAN

CONTROL ME BEFORE I CONTROL YOU

BY MERELY BEING FIRM WITH ME

I WILL PLACE THE WORLD IN HANDS

I AM YOUR HABIT

MONDAY MORNING

In the early hours of the day

Waking up

As the roads leads to different directions

Journey from earth to stars exist

People trembling under the storms

To brighten the dark night

They are employed in cultivation

Growth of trees is their honour

For there trees will get pregnant

And give a birth to green life

As they vote for no more hunger

Hands are the weapons, hands are the power.

KILL OR BE KILLED

WAR OF PROSPERITY IT WAS

EVERYONE LONGING FOR SUCCESS

FOILING EVERY FOE, HERE I WAIT

LONELY AND DESPERATELY

FOR MY UNCERTAIN BATTLE

I FOUGHT ONE SO GRUELLING

IT TRAINED AWAY MY VALOUR

BUT FIGHT I MUST

UNDER THE BANNER OF PROSPERITY

BE NOT IN VAIN

BACAUSE I PRAY I DO

AND NOT GIVE HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE

I SACRIFICE FOOLHARDY

WITH EYES OF CONTEMPT

TO FEED MY STALE DREAMS

THIS IS MY LIFE IS UPSIDE-DOWN.

Differences

I am exposed to many languages,

Cultural diversity and holiest religions

In a country where there is neither

Neither black nor white only South Africans

Let us not assume things and conquer

Prejudices in order to embrace empathy

Let us respect differences and fear them not

Hatred caused by our own assumptions

‘’All whites are racist all blacks arrive late

All coloureds are poor’’

 I am an African, respect me and I’ll respect you

I am clued up on cultures, impacting on my

Dressing code, dietary requirements and customs

I offer a strong handshake, lowering my

Eyelids avoiding gazing for the sake of courtesy

I am accustomed to stand closer to my fellow

Brothers and sisters to shows unity

I speak in louder voice as to indicate

Nothing is hidden clapping hands gently

To shows my appreciation.

Respect is my Culture.

CROSSING JORDAN

Today is the day, Judgement day

Saints and sinners on the queer

Acknowledging their sins

One by one as they cross Jordan

What fruit they’ll reap from season’s Tree?

Not all of us will break borders

As the water of Nile do the nurturing

DAY BREAK

Birds sing early songs as the daybreaks

The rhythm of an African heartbeat

Sea and sun springs to life

In the morning as plant wear pearl of sunlight

Sunshine’s on the pathways of the east

Beholding the returning of life

Birth of new light African son has born

Mphahlalatsane, yielding divine essence

The rays of the new-born sun makes

Boys and girls sing songs unknown to them

From east to west stars smelted together

Sets up monument of light, preceding good

Harvest and divining all life forms.

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William Dawson

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