Peter Daniel Phiri Poems

I'm a hustler, I have to keep moving.
Money is my business, yours is loving me.
Don't place too much hope on eyeing another eclipse,
It may take a lifetime.
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You say you are an orphan unto life, ..
But I'm an orphan unto love.
You refuse to give me another chance,
But soon you will be my past;
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In plight of loving you,
I bleed,
And willingly surrender my self to death.
For with death,
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Unfortunately, I will not stop,
Across Africa, I will travel with this African face,
My African pride,
And my African story.
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Don't put on that sorry face because you are leaving me,
I'm happy for you.
For whatever makes you happy,
Makes me happy as well.
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This poem is dedicated to you,
My love,
For so many things you don't understand,
So many nitigrities I have no power to explain.
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I believe in the greater calling,
I believe I can change the world.
I am a voice of hope,
A voice of encouragement,
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He dumped you and left you torpsy-turvy on the ground.
But I will pick you up like a diamond soaked in mud.
My love shall rain upon your traculant state,
My noble heart shall gently touch yours in tatters;
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Tick tick, my heart beats together with my watch,
Counting down the time, my spirit can't wait for a new year; for new joys and accomplishments.
I heard Santa is coming,
So I await here on my window panting and anticipating.
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Behold, the ground shaking,
The same pound hammers pounding.
Somewhat louder, wilder, ...carefree!
Wandering out in the dark.
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