Falling Like An Eagle Poem by Nndanduleni Nelson Nemaranzhe

Milky, red rose to honey sweet
Pretty dawn to romantic dusk
So be it, I need rehabilitation
Why thou art the fairest
Of all the cast lot about homies
Fate said it should be you.

Silky, sexy polite voice
Delicious honey comb adored
Attractive smile of fame
So mouthwatering food you cook
It's a paid bill I found you
Yet falling like an eagle.

An Apple or Pear
I am not a shareholder in World Bank
Not even one of the World' richest either
'cause I still wear undies with eyes
For the battle lines are well drawn
I wish I could burst like a bubble
For losing the previous battles
That Military police couldn't assist
But as for this one I'll trump.

Sunday Sun isn't too hot
This is for the chosen ones
Though my surname is a zombie
And my middle name was a curse
From romantic dawn to dusk delicious
This is not a secret bill at all
I ate a lot of Calamari and Chorizo
I haven't tasted Butter-bean Stew at all
Or teased my appetite with fried rice
Or with chilly Prawns and Bacalhau
Love landscape painted a picture unique
Which accelerate our heart beats time
I can't say it in rimes like B.I.G
But can afford it in tongues
And keep eating Figs for supper
Sugarcane juice for communion
Yet still falling like an eagle
May this one be a Valentines to remember?