KHAYA CLARENCE Poems
- Romance Romance kills so much a part of me i like; romance...
- Vendors At Heart
- The Man And The Mirror Every man meets his deceits in the ...
- The Sun Came By Out, bright and brave, It is the sun that ...
- Not For Tears But Smile A smoke of mighty mezz blown away by...
- A Lament For True Heroes Africa! true heroes have all passed,...
- Fools Of Love
Khaya Clarence was born a village boy in Nqabara, Willowvale on the 24th of August 1983 in the Eastern Cape province of South Africa. In 1987 he went to Nqabara primary for his early education, due to poor conditions of education at the school, in 1989 his mother took him to Butterworth where he studied at Vulindlela Junior secondary in Msobomvu township. He obtained his Matric at Lamplough high school in Butterworth.He went to Walter Sisulu enrolled in Commercial Practice for a year and dropped-out due to his unaffording nature. subsequently in 2007 he went to Cape Town hoping to change his fortunes where he met his love for writing starting his young vigor for poetry as a pastime ... more »
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''Politics is the only career in which fools are paid for foolishness, in this fashion it is highly inevitable but to lead a foolish legacy for foolish wisdom.''Born satirist and aspiring controversy.
When birds fly to the skies of uncertainty leaving their nests of safety, their aim of universe is the fattest of worms for their families but not all goes well as there is billions of birds holding t...motiovational
''Ow! how i wanted to be a good boy. To smile at the amazement of life, but death seems to be one step ahead always.''time
''London was cold and unkind to me. Snow on my roof every evening and frost on my toes every morning.''discimination
Romance kills so much
a part of me i like;
romance makes me neglect
a part of me i care to love.
Romance bribes me away from
things i call priceless;
romance blind my eyes towards
life to see.
Romance blows all the winds away
and give rainless summer's and
humid winter nights.
Romance gives me roselets when
roses wither out in time.