Biography of Pheko Motaung
Hustler.Interested in all the religions of the world 'cause I think they're all probably telling mankind the truth.Interested in philosophy.Afraid of people who move their lips when they read, afraid of people who would kill a poem, abhors all killing.Am a lover of the arts and nature.Wishes to marry a poet.Wishes the world peace and love and sistrenhood.Wants to learn from everybody.
Pheko Motaung's Works:
No published books.Nurses a secret ambition to see own works published.
Pheko Motaung Poems
(lonely Poems) To The Poets
(For my friends @ P.H.com.) Here's one of your own boss! Read some of his poems! And put him Out of his miseries!
(beauty Poems) In The Mountains...The R...
In the mountains...the royal Eagle spreads his wings! And The brilliant sun shows the Majesty of his mighty talons!
(africa Poems) Eagle Metaphor
Thou mighty troubadour of Heaven! Thou proud citizen of the lascivious sky! Invite me to thy fabulous palace of Thy unconstrained tax free haven where thou
(africa Poems) Nostalgia
The moon my darling! We meet under the moon So you kiss me here And the crazy moon winks
My children are staring hunger in the face They're cursed be the hewers and the sewers of wood For the rest of their doomed lives They call any man who throws crumbs at them dad
Peace Unto You
We enter this new era on the wings of the new era To usher in peace into the heart of blessed humanity
If You Have The Time
If you have the time Pause And read what's Written on my tombstone
(To Lady G.After the last encounter...) It is soft
(inspiration Poems) Distance Is Cruel T...
You are the single most Important influence in my life Distance is cruel to us You are stuck in your gloom
1. Kgutlela hae Ha ngata o rata hore Kgutlela hae
(africa Poems) I Wallow Alone In My Pov...
Do not come to haul Me out of my poverty.Rush To end your own poverty Of the spirit.I wallow alone
You Are Not Alone
When they rise and applaud Where you went wrong don't Unplug the suicidal tendencies Lay your head next to your torn
A Boy Laughs In The Rain
A boy laughs in the rain How I envy him! He is free and he is Uncorrupted by the world
(naughty Poems) A White Man Through An...
The white man In the white house On the snowy side Of the white Pyrenees
My children are staring hunger in the face
They're cursed be the hewers and the sewers of wood
For the rest of their doomed lives
They call any man who throws crumbs at them dad
They run with the wrong crowd and they don't respect me
The devils have left the ovens of hell and the hard times have decided
To be the permanent sojourners of my house of hunger
My wife has three lovers