And so I want you to know
And so I want you to know…
That since the warmth of daylight
Nibbled away at the night and poured out
Its rays of newness upon my days
I have been whisked away into an unfrequented
Dynasty of pure pleasure
That since you chose me to selflessly
Share your thoughts, your days and your touch with
That I have been humbled to see
A kind of awesomeness found rarely in
Men of your abilities and characteristic wealth
That since I was blessed with
Your charm, your generosity and your
Hopeless weakness for fantastic falling into
Dreamy days of thoughtless desire
Demoiselle in me has been stirred suddenly
And so I want you to know that
You are wonderful beyond my words
Appreciated beyond my actions
And that you have staked your claim
Undeniably on the pastures of my heart
Ode to the Whisperer
And what would become of me if I listened?
I hear your ominous words
And feel the pull of your frightening reality
Clawing at the subtlety of my fortitude
I know what lurks in the realm of THAT truth…
A weakness that consumes me…
I choose NOT to love again!
Leave me to my emptiness
Shower me with my forsaken grief repeatedly
Rather than to be forsaken by another
Allow me to paint my fate.
I hear you in my slumber
Your whisper in my ear when I’m on my knees in prayer
But clenched teeth and slit eyes don’t keep me grounded in my resolve
I beg your clemency, bind your truth
And spare me my demise
Rid me of this legacy you lumber me with.
I wish this curse on nobody
When warmth turns to cold
And laughter to tears
And when the feeling that enveloped you
When you poured out your soul
& let yourself love this man
Feels so tangible that it chokes you
It’s when you know
Why you Choose
Not to love again….
This One’s for You
So you thought that you could whisper hey?
Softly, gently even if you so far away
So you thought that you could claw at me
Tearing, searing at my heart unforgivingly?
THIS one’s for you…..
You multitudes more than a whisper
Abundantly more than a skipped beat of my heart
So lean in closer and let me thank you
Oh awakener of the Me that I know.
Who is this She that speaks so fluidly?
That laughs uncontrollably?
Is that a blush I see? Oh silly me!
More than struck by this gentleman’s seeming purity
Your kiss has stirred this hopeless spirit
Warmed these eyes that had turned cold
Your soft perfect hands reminded me of the woman
Who’s subtlety yearns for pleasure untold
Here’s to you oh lingering syrupy charm
That I cannot shake.
To you oh most pleasing of life’s small pleasures
On which my pride I stake!
Token of Appreciation, Dedicated To 1 Special Woman
I wanna thank you for everything you’ve done for me
You were there for me when everyone was not willing to be there
Because my mother left me when I was still young
You took all the responsibility of raising me
You raised me to the woman I am today
You gave me all the necessary tools to become the woman I am today
When the world turned against me you held me in your lap
And told me I’ve got your love and support
And I surely believe I had it because of the sacrifices you’ve done for me
You took care of me when nobody wanted to associate themselves with me
I felt all alone my entire life
But you took all this loneliness away
Even kids from the hood respected you for being who you were
I grew up wishing to be just like you
Because you’ve got this gift that no one can take away from you
I would like to raise my kids with love you taught me
Love and humanity are the valuable things that will always remind me of you
You taught me never to look down on other people
No matter their circumstances, situation, wealth or poverty
That we are all human and we are equal in the eyes of the Lord
Therefore I should treat everyone with respect
You raised me to be a better person
You are the greatest, you made this kid who she is
I loved it every time you called me to say I take care
And I felt like you were there watching over me
Even though I was distance away from you
Every kid deserves a chance to be loved
Every kid deserves a parental care
Every kid deserves family love
Every kid deserves happiness among family members
It’s when I am with you that I find it all
Even today I am still asking myself questions
How did you make it? Where have you had your strengths from?
What would it take for me to be as good to my kids as you were to me?
All I want to do is express my appreciation
The way you raised me, you deserve a round of applause
Still love you
Compiled by: Oduetse Gabonnwe
The toolman who repaired me
The tool man who repaired me
(This poem is dedicated to my “tool man” my friend Craig.)
Why do we want so much, why do we always seek for more, fate has its way anyway
Why desire if it is not meant
Desire I know can only evolve from the thought
The thought needs to be clear as a picture.
This blindness I have hindering me to breathe life into conception, to see the picture?
Past fears memories hurt pain, disappointment and rejection.
I need a change, I need to be reassembled. I need perfection.
The tool man I call him, the one who reassembled my path of desire.
Perfection required all his skills; thought, word and deed.
Envisioning the highest feeling of love, the diagnosis made by the tool man.
What caused this blindness within, the answer I now can reveal.
How could I envision love, true love if I can not remember what it felt like, have never experienced it?
How could I envision the highest feeling of love if I have never felt it?
How do I align my thoughts to a vision never seen?
Equipped with an overload of love the tool man blew my blindness away.
I saw it crystal clear, a new dawn, immense passion enough to fuel my thought process into creation. A flood of tears rolled down my face as I experienced a slight glimpse of what love should be. My vision can now be spoken into reality.
The answers to my sorrowful memories unfulfilled desires, the tool man repaired them all. He transformed the old into real passion, real hope and freedom from unanswered questions.
The ultimate concept brought to reality, thought, word and deed; completing the circle of desire.
Thank you Mr Tool man for now I can rely on my desire.
beautiful black brother
My beautiful black brother
brave courageous and true
indoda emadodeni who wouldn't forsake you
I'm talking about my brother who wouldn't leave me in times of trouble
Brothers who found freedom after years of struggle
Brothers who respect sisters na bo mama
My beautiful black brother
I know we often criticize you;
and turn a blind eye to the good things you do
good things like holding your sister's hand when she weds
putting food on the table after a months hassles and stress
ke ra morwa rre who i know i can put my trust in
My beautiful black brother
My man who loves me without condition
he who appreciates this beautiful black skin
the one who loves my smile and my big lips
the one who adores these african hips
yena yowe who is not full of mockery or dirty tricks;
but full of love and respect which to me he gladly gives
Truths 4 living
The more generous we r,the more joyous we become
The more co-operative we r,ther more valuable we become
The mor enthusiastical we r,The mor productiv we becum
The mor serving we r,the mor prosperous we becum
The mor outgoing we r,the mor helpful we becum
The more curious we r,the mor creative we becum
The more patient we r,the mor understanding we becum
The more persistent we r,the mor successful we becum!
La Chosen Will
Casey & Trevor
La Chosen Will
These feelings that I feel
Not asked for but pursed
By a will that’s not real
Unto my path I continued
They were planted by a seed
That cant be uprooted
For this grounds soil will feel
On how it was tutored
In the classroom the teacher
Taught math’s: to multiply
Love to add feelings and to feature
Division from others and minus anything in deny
in thee army my General
allowed me to see all females
as an explosive device for federal
wars in battle fields my aim fails
I fail like a dove to fly
Higher then an eagle I failed
To control these feelings that lie
So I sowed on wings that are bailed
Jailed up in a prison
Without a bail permit
And a love without reason
Came to me and is in commit
All this is because of a crime
I pursued I forced my bullets instead
Of an arrow to trigger in time
To shoot through a heart that’s prepared
In winter it keeps warm
In summer it rains for dry grounds
In autumn its trees leaves keeps its form
In spring love is found
Spirit of Africa
Are you the Spirit of Africa
Is its
Beauty and splendour
Portrayed through you
Its gracefulness
Its elegance
Are you the Spirit of Africa
Do you portray
Its specialness
Its distinctiveness
Its striking and dramatic
Abilities
You are the
Spirit of Africa
For through you
I see these attributes
A Woman’s Heart
The fragile strings of human emotion
Binds the strength of true devotion.
If courage be defined,
Then a woman's stand
Comes to mind.
The voice of the Earth speaks to her;
Its nurturing power heals through her;
Seeds of hope, she plants day and night,
Offering faith with all her might.
With every season and every challenge;
In natures changing ways untamed;
the winds do come rough and strong;
swirling, and destroying without blame.
But her voice can still be heard;
Through all the turmoil and the hurt.
First a whisper, then a song
A womans voice can ride a storm.
The drums of life she hears at night,
And steadies on to keep the fight,
And in her heart where sorrow lives,
She offers all she has to give.
A womans heart is plain to see,
Where beauty grows wild and free.
It is a gift to life itself,
The essence of all divinity.