(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!
In the universe of the poet
It's so silent
You can hear a pin drop!
Be swayed not
By the hurly burly of life!
Aloofness from the suffering
Of the surly throng is the essence!
May solitude be your brother! Silence
Be the middle name of your sister!
You're alone when you write!
I, Ngaka Motaung!
I have sounded the war drums to a revolution!
Be brave my friends!
Fear nothing and fear nobody!
A tearjerker poet might as well
Find another profession to kill their
Talent with dull regular monotony!
Listen to what your heart says!
Believe in the power of your visionary imagination!
And that exhausts the exclamation mark! !
Sunday, February 19, 2012