Portal for Writers and Poets in South Africa
The word that brought all things to being,
Is mocked about by many deans.
And many hearts where cleaned.
A will of living water drilled;
Have quenched a many gills;
The dreadfull thirst of hell is killed,
The sailing hearts are healed.
It was turned on earth, too flashed,
The sun of rightiouness flashed,
The sheckles of sin where smashed.
A brood of sacred chicks is hached.
The joy in haven, can’t be matched.
Let us claim this year
Peace love and prosperity
It’s our right by default
When we are children of the lord Christ
God gave us yet another year
To make it Wright, yet another
Breathe so we can have a chance for salvation,
Yet another voice so we can tell the whole world
Of his love, grace and power
God gave us yet another time
To love, cherish and support the
People who brought us to this
World, yet another chance to
Appreciate and Horner their existence
God gave us yet another moment to glorify his name
Yet another term to sing praise
And give thanks to bless others
The way we’ve been blessed
I dare to tell of their secrets
that handbag full of mystical revelations
untold stories of our once confined forefathers
those concealed behind every door
buried in the pits of their left pockets
Snugly laying at the back of their throats
the greatest taboo of our time
forgotten at the tips of their tongues
I dare to make known their shady secrets
those leading to a black man’s enlightenment
skilfully disguised in those highly confidential textbooks
those never to be spoken of tales
unseen behind every banned revolution song
those enveloped in bruises
beneath every pillow
behind broken promises
beneath every breath
wrapped around silent voices
of unsung heroes
The earth is wide, from every side,
On every hoek, you’ll find a crook,
With a hook under a doek,
The earth is free, from every creed,
On every skin, you’ll find a flea;
Which is keen, to prick your skin.
The earth is full of every meal;
Every where, you’ll find a fool, who does’nt deal;
He’ll stop the spoon from the the food.
The earth is there, for you to stay;
But every seat, has got a leech,
And there’s no peace, on every piece.
You’re put on earth, that you must pray;
But are pliers, of a lier
And all the same you’ll love the game
If ladies be but young and fair,
If men show mirth and trust their dears;
And love is true to guide them right;
What can make love, not Waugh awhile?
Love is good but lovers spoil,
It’s meant for joy and not dispute;
For both mast love and none regret,
That is love the right way now.
They are that think that love is blind,
If lovers see, then love is true;
Whereon does the jest depend?
It’s just because they’re fools in love;
Their love is false, and guides them wrong;
Oh! Love the peace of earth,
What is there on land or sea?
To make a love without dispute,
For oh! We want a love in gay,
Without offence, and no distress;
Oh! What a day, a perfect day
Something is found, as the game is plaid,
Something precious and something good,
A precious toy with heart and soul
Here‘s a day with quite a spirit
A cetin man must buy some (purity)
While a cetin woman is quite exhausted
She tries to speak but make no sense
Oh! What the hell its wealth a while,
They are all relived it went so well.
Oh!!! What is that, a new world warrior
With a crocodile’s heart and the spirit of
A cat, and that’s because he’s a mix of both
A dangerous mixture you’ll ever face, in
His body run’s the blood of cannibals.
I talk about a wild beast, with shining eyes
Like twinkling stars, nails as sharp as Uncle Leo pat
Teeth as strong as ant Lacosta,
He’s a big cat in the sense of the word, but I can
Argue that he’s a croc as well,
When God created us I think he was bored and wanted playmates.
God no Heff but God know Heff.
He wanted to see who’d play along.
He wanted to see who’d play the Hero, who’d play the fool.
Who’d be a playa- player and chill with players only.
He wanted to see who’d play God, who’d play the villain and try outplay the G.
He wanted to see who was great enough to survive this grimy play ground.
Who’d be the Queen or King on it.
Who’d get bullied or have their hearts played with.
He gave us stage for us to have our house plays.
Gave us the notion of love then we started to play play-play.
played happy families where mom said to “never play the ball in the house†but who gave her the platform to play boss
So he gave us earth and the ball was now in play.
God have messi on this playstation because we didn’t nintend for foul play.
sadly we humans didn’t play fair so we lost our playwright.
We played a weak hand and wasted our playtime.
Now we play along and play possum.
Continue to play our parts, as life plays a silly joke on us.
We played with fire and forgot to pray with god.
Pause!
Play, a rebel with a cause.
I sit and I wonder, what will this be?
I’m lost and confused and unable to see…
“Live,†she says, “Live – give into your desire.â€
Perhaps she thinks she is beyond the words of the squire.
She tells us to “be ourselves, don’t worry what they say,
one day you will see, you will have your say.â€
For now we are expected just to walk in your way,
believe all that you do and all that you say.
You criticize and bash all that is real and true,
so I have made my final decision,
I will keep running
from you.
“Come back!†you scream, “you think you’re
better then us?â€
“Ha,†she screams, “try run from me, you will
see, dear girl, there’s no other way to be.â€
I will not conform, I will not do as they say!
So to that, my friends,
I will relay, “Adu, Adu to you and you and you!â€
as they sing in that dreadful song.
Give up on the truth, conform to their lies,
and perhaps one day you may get a ‘nice’ surprise!
Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, don’t cry when I say,
“I told you it was dangerous but you brushed my warnings away,â€
Too late,
it is done –
the action has passed,
however it is not to late
to fix the past.
Each evening brings a blanket of loneliness in city of Jacaranda
I wonder is this me, or is this the light of this city
My heart ache and I look around
I feel that city is drowning each one of us in our own world
No one seems to have time for each other.
We all are running, chasing the unknown
Leaving everything which ever matter to us, in name of progress
I see couple holding hand in hand
and I feel how blessed they are
still not consumed in the rush of mad city
I say a silent prayer in name of those loving birds
Who are still nesting in the city but
aloof of the lonely blanket of Jacaranda city.
Totally Isolated
The wind blowing in ire expose
Exposing the branches nakedly
the sands pushed forcefully against the barks of the tree
throbbing like a slave beaten in the nude
the hope for a clear sky doesn’t seem possible.
Rain droplets painfully drowning the leaves
yet still strong to stand
searching the sun amongst the dark grey heavy clouds
could this be or is this …
Yet the weather so abrupt
the peaceful rain turns out to be a storm
Madness of shiver running through the trunk
leaves and branches exposed the trunk to utter bitterness and coldness
The wind so strong…
it feels as if the roots are plucked out
poor leaves drenched in the rain
yet standing and hoping for a better tomorrow
filled with warmth and greenies
The whirlwind touched the trunk
Bend the tree over and left it half dead
The leaves gone as if it were winter
branches broken and drowning in the of water
left in agony with some roots totally plucked
the storm still ongoing…
No hope…….and totally isolated.
