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.