When I ran into your friends this morning
I noticed there was a face missing
Th'all make-believed comprehension despite their mourning
Yet I knew it was no time for teasing
...
Being an artist entails creativity
Being creative employs the services of an open mind
Being open-minded leads to being free-spirited
Having a free spirit welcomes motivations
...
[A sequel to 'He Thises, She Thats; They Both Bit-of-Bothed']
He is an ace at what he does
Yet she wouldn’t embrace all that fuss
...
Mokgankgara wa poko
Morua maboko
Seganka sa makoko
'Sika ja konokono tsoo-Rakoko
...
(A poignant poem by a young man trying to make it big in the corporate. All his inputs are sidelined and crushed all the time and his ideas are being stolen for which he never receives any accolades. He feels that good fortune has deserted him and embarks on a soul-searching journey, to find himself at the crossroads of his future. Basically, he feels that he is being made redundant and he is simply crying out for recognition. All excuses point to the 3-P company: Policies, Procedures and Processes - The killer on the rampage! ! !)
Fed up with the limiting factors begotten by the politics of the corporate world
I pause and ponder
...
When true emotions make way to pride
Differences deemed irreconcilable
Damages deduced irreparable
And third party impartial on the part of either side
...
[This piece is a shout-out to those men and women (oh, and children too) with very few words. Sometimes friends, family and people around tend to put pressure on us to be outspoken, yet there is nothing wrong with being rather... RESERVED]
So what if I am silent
Y'all think I'm bearing a grudge?
...
And so he came
Anyhow but tame
Neither was I lame
Yet not his same
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Born in Dinokana, a village in Lehurutshe - Zeerust, close to the borders of Botswana. Bred, attended school and matriculated in the same village. Left for Johannesburg in 1998 and started writing poetry around the same year. Yet to publish my inaugural book. A little something for your... Well you decide! ! ! 'As I walk through the arch of my archive I realize I got some spare to share So while you're being delighted Remember my work's copyrighted' They don't call me World Word Champion for nothing... Come recite with me! ! !)
You Were My Girl
When I ran into your friends this morning
I noticed there was a face missing
Th'all make-believed comprehension despite their mourning
Yet I knew it was no time for teasing
Streams of sorrow dammed below under my chin
The news must have hurt me the most
And while I may not be your next-of-kin
In you, I must confess, a Queen I have lost
Your memorial was an afternoon of back-to-back praises
With audience ranging from even to odd faces
I did promise not to cry when everyone testified your good deeds
But suddenly tears eluded my eyelids
Yes, I will never get to walk you down the aisle
And together we shall not enjoy the honeymoon phase
But when the whole world is wearing a broad smile
Then, and only then, will I attest you were not just a FANCY FACE
There is this sense of intelligence in every word you write...
there's no better way to describe your craft, than just saying, GENIUS! HEY, CHINA, I'M SPEECHLESS.HAT OFF!