Portal for Writers and Poets in South Africa
Is this the freedom
they fought for
oh, young people ruined it
The world is a dangerous place
to live in;
people changes to be monsters
Is this freedom
they fought for
oh God, I pray and beseech
you,
To guide and protect
young people from the danger
that are ever,
present in the world today
like a candle in the dark,
makes everything feels bright
and protect our democracy.
We were there,
When you ask us
To vote for you,
And you promised us
Jobs and better services.
But now you forget
Because you got what
You wanted;
How selfish you are
You made us the steps,
For you to prosper.
You may feel down,
Feel like giving up
But you must rise forth
And continue to move forward
Move in faith towards your purpose
It may feel painful now
But your purpose is being,
formed through your pains,
You shall soon see it was,
worth it.
You are the future
You are young and ambitious,
Joy is like education to you
The hidden treasure,
Great things are waiting for you.
Energy and good advice
Is what you need,
To move on with your life
You need an encouragement
with nice words;
You can do it
You are prosperity.
You are strong
Nobody can stop you,
Your strength is like a big river
That is flowing towards west,
Nobody can stand before it
Your ambition will reach the world
You need investment in your future.
Big City Lights
Dim reality
Bright fantasies
Slowly ripping the petals of our daisies.
Fast cars
Slow the tar on the pavement.
Walking into a mirage,
Dodging cupid’s arrow for what’s parked in the garage.
Materials,
Serial killers.
Materials,
Over working us.
Love lost,
Money found.
Infants hosts,
Sickness bound.
Big City Lights,
Hiding behind cracked walls.
Big City Lights,
Deaf to the Fathers call.
Shadows escaping from flesh.
Widows wearing white while the wounds are still fresh.
Mothers breastfeeding chemicals,
Babies abandoned praying for miracles.
Fathers lost in the music,
Children lonely becoming clueless.
Big City Lights,
On day & night.
Sun starts to fight,
Moon giving up its bright.
Blankets on pavements
Skin with no pigment
Wanting, craving, killing for that forbidden element.
Big City Lights
Leaving minds in the dark.
Big City Lights,
When will you stop taking life?
Dice rolled
Homes in 6’s & 7’s
We closer to hell than we are to heaven.
Big City Lights
How dare you!
Big City Lights
Who dared you?
Condemnation consoled by condoms.
Adultery,
A growing tree.
Big City Lights
When will you fuse?
Big City Lights
I’d rather walk in the dark than in your light if I was to choose.
Open your eyes
Be deaf to the city lies.
Open your heart,
Not legs then when you slowly depart.
Big City Lights
Get lost!
Don’t follow the light,
Before you get lost.
Big City Lights…
$igned : Lucky
You make me realise, no matter what they do that it is still me and it never be someone else
My friends don’t call, my enemies are laughing
I could not even see with my own eyes
Killers never get away with murder, but murders are no doubt killers
I wish I was between the clouds, I have never seen anything so far yet so meaningful
Now you see and maybe you will understand
That is not all I wanted to say, but nothing I want to say more
Woke up… Woke up the dream is over, that one is a…..nightmare, a night man, an owl in the night, a night heart, night eyes, night lies, but that one look very closely look again
Beauty without thought
Eyes with no sight
Bells ring, but who pulled the rope?
The beast with all this beauty
Clouds mystery of all
A boy in a dress a girl was put in her shoes or maybe was his boots
Without the penny it still goes around
My battle my life for my life given by the most high
If nature did not impress her, what would?
A friend without a secret
That bird that was once free now is caged
My plea, my outmost plea freedom
My cry is now for us, not to forget them
Is it you who killed me or are you my killer?
My eyes red, tears blood
My mouth closed………………………………and my tears are tears of tears
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
Still in a dream a shadowy light marches through the mind and
mist my past with a dreamy fascination, it filled all the cold voices in my imaginations
through poetry, like a ghost vanishing without a trace untold expressions cast a shadow over my imaginations, in the medit of silence crept lines, lines so diverse you bet this lie is reherrsed
my poetic being is scribbling in my mind, my thoughts are quiet and magical like the death of my character, I could’nt move to skate on the pad, I’m thinking, my mind flickering with the poetry, even the lad in me is awake, my passion, my inspiration, but I know this story wont be told
Beneath the earth Poetry is a key to a peaceful world that lies deep
within the mysteries of peace, I layeth still composing this magical bliss of sweetness I will only witness
the noise in my stress is now silence, Poetry in my head is the very best piece I have ever
had
all I can here is the chaos of children with echos of laughter ringging out clear, like the sound in the flaps of a butterflies wing, I realise i’v just missed a poem, I
could’nt do much it got me prisoned for reason, that why I call it, The untold blues of Poetry…
NB:The best poem I have ever read is the one that only appeared in thought
The Untold Blues Of Poetry!
Kindness breeds love, love alters a paradigm
Augmenting pragmatic notions through my works deifies my dogma
Want to need, need to greed, greed to immorality, immortality to Homo sapiens extinction
Humans no more that highly evolved apes made up of trillions of cells
Primitive in desire but now trained not to anticipate change
Cardinal principals of caring dispositions all in union will form the required equilibrium
Matter in the cosmos we’ll not comprehend
Complex mechanisms operating in amalgamation
A hybrid, a range of metamorphic entities in celestial cohesion. Atoms, Neutrons, Electrons, a kinship.
Different but inseparable, all together performing there function
Candid acceptance of aesthetic diametric as they share congruent focal points
The stratosphere filled with wonder
Moon a matriarch of the night, the sun its lover, giving birth to stars
As we espouse to reach a heightened self, kindred spirits are summoned
Let the inception of our humble genesis negate us from an approaching climax
Religion although a notion denoting a sign-post to the unknown begets a safe haven once one has perished. Heaven. To some an obscure ambiguity to others a place of rest after death of infinite time & space.
Who are we ultimately besides our outward personality? As humans we are sculptures, constantly chipping away the unwanted pieces trying to create our own version of the masterpiece.
The earth we borrow transverse soil with our feet but soon we shall lay beneath, mortality our fate but spiritual faith allows for life thereafter. God. A guiding light, omnipotent force, a nexus with which we collate.
Pantomime tales inhabit duplicate self’s like blissful secrets, we instead wake from figments of our minds as though we live in sequence. A fluorescent light lives within us all provided by a higher power, makes us vigorous in peril a strengthened form one day we’ll reach his tower.
Life an expedition of highs and lows but why travel it alone, in trying times look deep inside and simply close your eyes, darkness follows don’t despise you feel your far from home, omniscient being there to help a patron you’ve always known, the orb inside it comes from him, just pick up the non-secular phone.
