Stella Sisanda Qishi Poems

There were times when inspiration became sparse,
When rte closest people to me derided me,
Calling my attempts stagnant dreams,
Frivolous dreams
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they have a way of finding
the perfect faces to sanctuary themselves on
be they good or bad
it's the same difference
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We dandle the culture to immortality
And frill it with all kinds of figures of speech
We let the rhythm be its cloak
And the plangent drums its heartbeat
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Suppose life were a sinless colleen
Her pedigree etched in her diplomacy,
Wont to bounty, the queen of all kingdoms,
Featured in every man's dream.
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for Lebo Mathosa

around my heart are briuses and grooves
that prove my devestation as i pay tribute
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from the very first cockcrow
to the very last tick of time's utility
they tread this life always on opposite lanes
now every step forward nears fatality
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Erected on a monument
Breathless and motionless
He holds his poise slightly askew to the light winds
His lifeless eyes never knew a blink
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For Lucky Dube


Our importunate desires were bound
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I'm terrified of growing up
I fear the endless pains,
The eternal struggles, the prolonged responsibilities
With fortune keeping its doistance
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I imagine the final breath to be the hardest,
The longest and the ruthless
With the mind tracking back on memories
The joys and te pains but none like this
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