IMPRESSIONS AND FEELINGS

                                                  LOVE AND WOMEN

Cursed is the whole world 

with beautiful women,

Good women with a bad effect

on the heads of men;

creating  thoughts which without success

are fought.

When beauty calls, with loudness i respond

and get close;

Body-nice is the sister

nice to watch like a night-star.

beautiful is a flower 

held by another hand;

a flower which you love but remain the third 

a flower which you love but forever be

making endless endeavors to be it's lover.

 
Cursed is the world 

with women beautiful.
  



 

ESCAPISM

                                                            EMOTIONAL REFUGE


From harm and danger

legs flee,run away

in every path and way to places far away 

to find a shield against the heart's inner dagger.

From disgust and eyesore

Eyes look-away so as not to see

and feel ugliness and misery,

dullness and adversary.

From binding tight ropes

can hands be freed so as to freedom hold 

and dreams and hopes

set free from prison yards in which they are trapped?

For burdened hearts 

are there refuge huts?

 

 

POETS LANGUAGE

  

                                                           YELLOW FLOWER

She's standing behind the table

but the table comes not close

to being an obstruction

to her view.

Crumbs fall under the table

but not at all comparable

to bread crumbs is the goodness

showing under the table.

She is dressing able

her see-through dress 

gives thoughts passage to imaginary space.

Euphony is the sweet movement 

of clean-cut thighs she's got

accompanied by sweet looks

loud to the eye.

Facial looks leave you eternal 

on the look

staring without denial

at unbelievably good-looks.

In the brightness 

of her sight 

is my heart's heaviness

made to be light.

Bloom yellow flower,

to the world show the power

of your beauty.

 

 



 

POSITIVE INNER-VOICE

                                                         YOU'RE WRONG

WRONG, wrong, wrong 

you are in thinking you are alone

with no one to help you along

and hence making thoughts  that alone 

you have to it.

You're wrong 

assuming no one cares

and that all don't care,be strong

when you get weak on the knees

with trepidation,even when all is bleak.

You're wrong to infer that everyone

is hating.

IF one person claps;hands have clapped 

IF one person sees ;eyes have seen.

You're not alone don't be down;

there will after dark be dawn.

My Heart don't hurt or mourn;

for it will be alright.

 







 

IRONY-POEM

 
                                                        LOVE LETTER

OCCASIONALLY i wonder

on the empty space on my head

and wonder

if the essence of your presence

could have made my existence

to be better.

Wouldn't life have been sweeter

instead of being bitter,

wouldn't i have been what I'm not 

if you where here with me but you're not.

NORMAL would be everything,

nothing would be abnormal

cause you would have been here

but you never even got near.

IF you where here i wouldn't wish

you where here,

i wouldn't write you a letter

without an address cause my error 

you would redress.
 
Problems could have been not a problem

if you where here

but you cant even stop my tear

falling...      

SATIRE

                                                
                                                        IDENTITY LOSS

WHO am i who talks but walks 

without a  shadow to signify my presence;

without a reflection on the mirror which hangs

on the wall and having a false existance.

From the empire of delusion

WHO has the desire to retire

and to illusions set fire

with it's entire falsehoods?

IN water-filled potholes

faces wash-off of fixed false images;

false impressions and false appearances,

WHO is ready to expose a true appearance?

WHAT am I who's a shadow

of someone i follow blindly wherever,

WHERE are are own ways of yesterday?

THIEVES, thieves, thieves we are thieves!

WHERE are our own practises

and languages,

WHERE are the answers?

PAINED

                                  LET THE DEAD SAY BYE

GONE are the dead and done 

with un-certainities of the world.

THUS let them who have have gone 

ahead say bye to us.

THEY have crossed the waves

of life,

but We are left to labour

in each and every hour 

on the clock carrying the heaviness

of our individual crosses.

LET the dead who have been freed 

and from living have retired

say bye to us.

NO longer will they feel pain 

on the spine

nor sleeplessness but forever they will sleep,

Neither will they feel loss

or agony,

let it be the dead who say bye.


Against affliction, immunity in them lies

and tears are in their eyes

strangers.

LET the dead say bye

for in a peaceful place their bodies lie. 

PAINFUL WORLD

AWAY FROM THE WORLD
 (A LAMENT POEM)

When i'm by the course sands 

of earth buried and concealed;

Make not noices loud

which will make me awake to a world

of thick sorrow and intense worry

Full of hunger and anger,of disease 

and unease.


Close my eyes and make me not see

the laughing faces of fell-figures of the world;

who with other people's dreams and lives

walk away;leaving pity and corpses 

and not a way for others.


When I'm in the bed of the underworld

let not be attempts for me to be raised

for cruel is the world and bad;

to people uncruel and unevil.

Console women by-labour hurt

and crying children so as not to cry

but let the dying escape in peace

from this place;

The world is a sorrowful place 

and hurtful without solace.   

 

KABAPHELI

BENGITHI
(NDEBELE POEM)

Bengithi wonke ngiwabonile 

Amahle kanti angibonanga,

angiwaphutshanga ngobunengi langobuhle bawo

ezweni labantu.

Wona kawapheli awomhlaba,

kuphela amadoda esehlahlwa yibubi bomhlaba.


Bengithi wonke ngiyawazi!

Alempala emihle kanti angazi ngingazi.

Ngubani ongawabala wonke ezweni 

awaqede okweziqendu zenkondlo?

Ampal'omhlophe lampal'obumvu,

wonke ngamalub'omhlaba

ahluma eziswini zamanina awo.

Pho wonke angatholakala ngadi yinye na

wona usabalele umhlaba?

Hatshi awomhlaba kawapheli

lobuhl'abupheli lokuhl'akupheli,

kuphela inhliziyo lamehlo.


Bengithi ngibaqedile 

kanti ngisiqedile isikhathi. 

DEDICATION OF APPRECIATION

MODERN WOMAN

A woman of style and fashion

   Of beauty and ambition

Of great passion and self-expression.

She's bold in speech and to preach,

 She's never doubts herself saying she can't.

   She's dainty and in dressing elegant;

Fragrant,she's a stylish woman

even though she's not an English woman.



Through hard work you can distinguish

Her,she's not rubbish picked up on the street

and thrown onto the back seat.

She's a smart woman;competent and confident 

and hard to diminish.

She's a tree which holds many branches,

branches of family and oneness

Even if the axe relentlessly continues in coldness

to bring her down.

She's a mother of the world,a fighter,a lover;


Why would i look at her 

and fail to pass my admiration of her?



 





 
 

PASSIONS

                                                   S-Y-M-P-A-T-H-I-E-S

                                     Tears of the woman's eyes 

                      Fall, like burdened raindrops from the sky

                      longing to fall on the earth's ground,

                                     On my own eyes.

                                  For her nervous i feel

                      When nervous she gets; envious eyes

                      piercing her body and when the eyeballs

                     Of the world rub on hers awaking the fears

                               She has of herself

                              And self-doubts.

                     Thoughts unite me with her, conquering absence

                         in the physical with mental presence;

                            Without an instance of resistance 

                                  but showering passions.


                           Hopes of two in one head lie; hopes

                     of companionship, of connection, of togetherness

                                and of onetoone closeness.

                  In thoughts we meet at any time

                 and depart with time; oh she's like a window,

                               She  gives me light.



 

               

                       

 



                     

                       

                     

          

We'll meet ahead

 
      GOODBYE

Although you won't wave back

With your now-resting tired hand

Or say "goodbye" back with a smile

On your face which forever smiled.

Only a few days back you were here

Walking with us,

Not walking-away from us.


We all live to-one-day leave all,

Where you have gone

We'll all follow sooner or later.

The path you walked

Cleared the way for us who follow.


We'll continue walking

Although no more can you walk with us,

So Goodbye though a big suprise

Is the news that you're already gone.


Remember us where you have gone

We'll remember the good you've done.

You won wise man,

But now we have lost you.

(Tribute to Ndebele author and poet,

B.D Ndlovu).

You're beautiful

   
     WAIT FOR ME

To grow-up  and be yours

I wont delay Please don't go.

Wait for me lady lady

I won't be late

To grow-up and show up for you.


Before it be late

Before the sun can set

And fall into West pit,

I will be falling for your good traps woman.


My eyes will burst open.


And my love deepen,

My hands will get big enough

To carry-out your heart's wishes.


Wait for me like dawn coming

In the morning for I'm not too far

So as not to see you

When walking behind your back.


As spring's coming waits

For winter's ending,

Wait for me I'm coming

I won't be late for you to regret waiting.


Easy it is for a young man

To be a man than for a grown man

To grow up to be a man,

Wait for me I'll be your man.


Will you stay where you are

And wait for me,

Or you'll move

And be gone with moving time?

Woman

      SEE WHAT I SEE

You  are a bird woman

You can land wherever woman

You want to land,

On castles or on fine sand.

Cold earth rain on you falls

But intact It leaves you,

Undamaged

Like paintings on rocks.

Like men you have flaws

But have a good flaw,

A good breakage

Like the cracked rind of ripe pomegranate.

Like a voice from a choir 

You stand out,

Outstanding like a good drummer,

Like a superior from subordinates.

See the affection in my hands

Which labours without exhaustion

Dear Mama

            MAMA

My armour God-given

My remedy when bed-ridden

What a unique name like "God"

Is your name Mama.


If I call another "mother"

don't be sad but be glad

That there are to me

Like you where to me.


Don't be afraid I won't

Seek to find another

Like Him,who sought other.

Remember I haven't forgotten you,

Although I have changed

I 'm still the same

I never changed my name.


I hear others say out your name

Although it's not you

Whom their voices will be calling

Or who responds.


Don't be afraid

I Won't be like "dead"

ENCOURAGEMENT

DONT FEAR

Yesterday i was afraid

of voices and silence

But today i'm mot,

and tomorrow i wont.


Laugh-laugh life

can be rough and tough,

With strife breaking your heart

And tearing it apart.


Look-up beware not to look down

or move away

From where ther's your heart

escaping getting hurt.


Dont fear to get near

fearing to hear their loud-silence

In your ear when something 
 
is to you dear.


When Fear finally goes 

Strength comes,

Embace your fate

dont fear to take 

A LEAP IN THE DARK. 

 



  

SHOW ME THE WAY

CHOOSE

Between the two, man which one 

is the one you choose?

Which one do you love

and which one do you love 

to leave behind when you live with one?

Choose one woman man,

Her OR her choose

One woman only for only

One way can you choose,

South or North

East or West.


Are their bodies everywhere

not the same in everyway,

Are they all not women

With visible similarites

than invisible differences?

Choose what you want

Or loose what you dont want 

To loose, to have them both you cant. 

Make your choice man,

Choose your woman.

 Son.

LOVE RULE

IF LOVE RULED

Hearts wouldn't be fOOled

People wouldn't get Used

But people would  be used  to loving

Rarher than only using.

People  would care

Life would taste fair

The scent of love would ride the  air

 With no charged fare.

If loved ruled there would be no "IFs"

To speak about,

Hearts wouldn't be taken by thiefs

But be given by will

As a person feels.

Hearts' sepation would require

Completion of operation,

Hearts wouldn't beat hidden

in the closet-If Love Ruled.

If Love ruled Hate

Would be outruled.

 

 

 

LISTEN

MY MUSE

Listen to  the mirror,

it makes no error

nor show any lie

to the looking eye.

Stars from mars,

Sunlight in the night

The moon at moon will emerge

To witness me taste your tasty love.

I long to caress with a sweet touch

your soft hidden heart

if it be within my reach.

Like the  impression of happiness,

I yearn to make you smile

And soften the tensions of sadness.

You delightful sight 

Of pure perfection,

Display petals of your might.

 

 

UBUHLE

OKUKAMDALI

Ubuhle nguwe ntombi wen' ongelant'embi,

kuyin' okungaba kubi kuwe

wen'ubuhle bulawe

wen' omuhle

obuhl'obugcotshw'umzimba wonke

lenyawo zonke,

wen'ohamba ngoluhle

ufike ngokuhle.

Wazalwa lobuhle ntombi

Wakhula ngobuhle

uqhela kakuhle

ekumeni ebuhleni.

Ngobuhl'uvundile

kungela zengezo

kuyini ph'okungakukhulul'obakh'obemvelo?

Wen' ubuka bani ntombi

wen' obukwa ngamehl' omhlaba?

Vevane lentomb

elikhany'okombane

umuhle wena mathumba 

othumb'inhliziyo yami

ngokubunjwa kwakho  

langejwabu lakho.

 

poetry of the heart

HEART-WRITTEN

Only a body's warmth,

the warmth on the surfaces of her body
 
 reminds me of the only unforgetable  place,

A place of peace called home.

But what is love when given 

but never taken,

Taken but not back-given

to a suitor who's by passion driven?

What's passion without possession,

 A kiss without union of hearts,

where is the bliss?

To have is not having briefly.

Unforgetable are memories

of times we had

with people we never had.


 

LAMENT

TEARS OF AN ORPHAN

Crying often

Heavy tears falling and piling

but to no relief

only more grief

stealing joy like a thief.

tears heavy like a tombstone

crush down sunken cheeks

and slowly dry.

Happiness lies low like graves

wounded and saddened.

An orphan in the world

is an outcast in the world,

outcast by a world

which is also orphaned.


Malice of the world

hunts young orphans,

yearning to do them wrong.

Foolish orphan-surrounding darkness

you have given me brightness.  

 

LISTEN

ATTRACTED

Plenty of love to harvest

blooms in my heart,

too great for art

to mould it into words.

My eyes try to tell

to ring a bell

on your ears but fears

of rejection fall

hard in my love-troubled heart.

My lips stare at your fair lips

hoping they are a match

which will bring to light

the love in the dark.

What a big sensation springs

from only a touch of your hand.

I crave to have you in my hands.

The worthiness of my shadow shows 

when your shadow gets close.  

Beautiful

FLOWERS

They beautiful earth,

the beautiful flowers 

of this earth,

plant by earth.

Sweet flowers nature-made

display sweetness and prettiness,

beautiful everyday

in more than one way.


Preetypreety earth flowers,

wherever they step followers 

never stop following,

trailing and chasing behind.

Like the sun above

there are hot,

by lovers they are sought

sought for love.

Hear me beautiful flowers,

allow us to get near.





  

Heart spoken

THINGS UNSAID
(CONFESSIONAL POEM)

Beauty uncomplemented

but noticed,

beautiful dressing noted

but ignored and unpraised,

all things unsaid 

which should have been said.

Fairness is observed

attractiveness approved,

appearance is good

but mum is the word

although undeserved. 

Mutual stares show care

interest grows on her

for she is fair

but all this she does not hear,

although she is near.

Things said are easily forgotten

than those written,

by the heaven

you are what i desire to be given.

 

view of beauty

PORTRAIT(S)

Eyes take turns

Making turns

To take a glimpse

Of the miss.

Dark iris of her eye

Hangs high

On the roof of her eye.

Her body bears no flaw,

Has a nice straight flow

Without taking turns

And making some bends.

Some are not straight

They fascinate,

They call delight.

Beauty speaks loud

To a big crowd,

It’s not for the coward

But makes one proud.  

simple poem

PERFECT

 Beautiful Love

Loved love

Desired desirable love

Perfect imperfect love.

Beauty is mortal

It is not eternal,

Like all things natural

It is seasonal.

Up and down

The sun goes,

Earth forever moves

Searching for what nobody knows.

In and out comes breath,

Such is life here on earth.

inspired

WRITING IN THE DARK

Without luck

Needing a spark,

In the dark I write

Hoping to get it right.

Watching the night

I need the light,

Writing in the dark

I need the buck.

Legs crossed

Eyes closed,

Still I have sight

Might and the zeal.

Writing in the dark,

Work of ideal ordeals.

well made

NATURE’S BEST

Nature’s best,

Men’s first friend,

Friend with beauty made.

A back well made

Pulls eyes back.

What else can lack

From such looks?

What else from earth

And on earth

Can attract and affect

Men’s attention and decision?

Lost are fruits from trees,

Beauty does not cease.

 NATURE’S BEST

Nature’s best,

Men’s first friend,

Friend with beauty made.

A back well made

Pulls eyes back.

What else can lack

From such looks?

What else from earth

And on earth

Can attract and affect

Men’s attention and decision?

Lost are fruits from trees,

Beauty does not cease.

 NATURE’S BEST

Nature’s best,

Men’s first friend,

Friend with beauty made.

A back well made

Pulls eyes back.

What else can lack

From such looks?

What else from earth

And on earth

Can attract and affect

Men’s attention and decision?

Lost are fruits from trees,

Beauty does not cease.

 NATURE’S BEST

Nature’s best,

Men’s first friend,

Friend with beauty made.

A back well made

Pulls eyes back.

What else can lack

From such looks?

What else from earth

And on earth

Can attract and affect

Men’s attention and decision?

Lost are fruits from trees,

Beauty does not cease.

beauty

ATTRACTIVE

[SONNET]

Womanly in all senses she is,

Soft-spoken in all voices

A flower of all names

Displaying proudly its petals.

Eyes contend in contest

To land in softest spot

Without any notice,

But without malice.

Soft hands hang like guards

On her curvy sides,

As if they can by thieves

 Be harmed.

Like bullies, she teases

Though friendly she is.

comfort

CRY NOT HEART

You cry a lot when you’re hurt       

But cry not heart,

When you get burnt

A lesson is to be learnt.

Ugly; thing may get

But never regret

And get upset,

Laugh instead.

Don’t resent,

Reject resent for love

For you know love.

Cry not heart,

Fight brave heart

 And have delight

 My heart

Love heart love,

For love you've.

the way you are

DARK AND PROUD

A true human being

Pure and real

From beginning

Rare and fair

She stands out,

Like the sun from the moon,

Like noon from night,

Like summer from winter

Her cheeks have a dent,

They have no fake fix.

Well drawn are her lips,

They show no paint.

Slowly, without hurry

She walks and talks,

Walking freely

Free of any sling swings.

Dark like a tree’s bark

But not a single mark

Shows alteration to her complexion.

bitter voice

CELEBRATION

Woeful celebration!

Celebrating the undedicated dad,

A dead man

Though breathing.

Mournful, scornful celebration!

Celebrating cowards

Cowards who stay for the night

But flee when ropes get tight.

Celebration with hesitation,

Without admiration for satisfaction seekers

Who reject commitment

Why let people be fooled

By being with a big name called,

When you are just not prepared?

Admirer

BEAUTIFUL BEING

Witnessed by all,

Missed by none,

Too beautiful in all

To be left by boys alone.

Like a good book,

Her I wish to hold

And have a lasting look

At invaluable gold.

She was made to be admired,

Such beauty can’t be smeared

By disturbances of sadness

Or turbulences of loneliness.

Who said beauty lies on the inside?

It dwells like paint on the outside,

Visible from all sides.

Beautiful is a cliché,

But her beauty embellishes cliché

With relevant meaning.

Ndebele poem

                                               UMHLABA

Abukh’ubuhle

Obufihlelw’ilihlo

Laph’emhlabeni

Lasemaphutshweni.  

Bona wena Lihlo,

Zona zinhle zona

Zonk’ezomhlaba

Kodwa ziyahlaba.  

Hamba We! Nyawo

Ugadlulis’umango,

Bona ungakhubeki

Njalo ungalahleki.

Ungalahl’indlela,

Sandla bambelela

Ungatshi khudumala

Hatshi amanyala.

Muhl’uMhlaba

Kodwa mubi!