Romeo D. Matshaba
Biography of Romeo D. Matshaba
Romeo D. Matshaba is an inspiring figure in South African romantic literature. He is the author of several books including my memories in time and the romantic dreamer.
Romeo D. Matshaba's Works:
My memories in time
The last romantic
A painting Grows on your wall
A thousand sails
Romeo D. Matshaba Poems
The Fears I Have
I fear, I will not be enough for that world outside, I will not measure up to that who they expect me to be, want me to be. I fear the one I breathe… the one I see, will only see another. I fear for these faults I have, these weaknesses… those flaws.
Dry Your Tears
Remember days gone by when furry dogs would freeze? I tall tale when I said, ‘I felt heat, I just ate or I just smiled’ Now with a ragged bag and a sack, I am leaving home to chase a dream. Abandoning you, or saving you? Only you will know.
I grasp a handful of nothing and a few scraps of death. I reminisce her sky color in eye, when two tears fell amid the rain Lips shivered as leaf, heart wept as weak. Ay, I was in luck to meet your gaze
Darling you, if in dream and open eye; I dream of you, If in seas apart and lips apart; I darling you. If I leak my red and let you be, My darling you…
When Grass Will Grow
If your love has not yet forsaken me, and your goodness still lingers in all my soul; Deliver me from these earthly woes, this undying grief... Dear Lord, these barefooted men with rags on their rocky backs These barefooted men with cracks in their hands.
Let my eyes see your glory and have mercy upon my soul, Let wise men enlighten me, angels lift me up, devils fear me and blessings shower me. Let lawmen not put me to darkness or jailers drag me to their dungeons of doom; Let thieves not tear my clothes or hurt my eyes or those nasty bandits slit my throat;
My Lady's Sonnet
The golden twilight ball of crystal light, Sinking amid his or her giant rocks; is worth a million silent words. Yet, it is nothing compared to my ladies quite eyes, Her wavering hair, her endless laugh.
The Scenes Of A Ruined Heart
Dear, may I tell you how my heart behaves? At times, I’m a sagging bird dragging a tired wing, a sad and ruined statue befallen by rain. Most valued, lips overlook to mention, that lacking you –
When he overwhelmed time and slept among two distances. With still and golden eyes he stared at heaven: temporarily she lost her guise, But he now rests amid the painted wall and the fluidly space. I remember him because he was my father.
A Painting Grows On Your Wall
Salvaged my soul from rattles, and burning candle in the sky, How we then grew tall in now fallen land, Remember, when we’d sit and recite never-ending dreams, Never-ending things?
There should be more, older brother said, as He left one day, and I stayed that day. But brother, we remember differently As you called me single minded, as you called me feeble minded
Asleeping rose, say we live for here and now, and say our words to breathe the last. O Hush my lips, halt to breathe. romantic chronicles salute thy love.
Death Within A Dream
Because wind timorous of silence, and Light snivels for the dark, We bear time impedes. Half peeked colors painting the blue,
A Poem For Lu
Stars on a bloom – two stars on a rose. With, a deepened heart beneath rose wreathed hair, scribbling lines to make ‘em rhyme, give me time to make you mine.
Dry Your Tears
Remember days gone by when furry dogs would freeze?
I tall tale when I said, ‘I felt heat, I just ate or I just smiled’
Now with a ragged bag and a sack, I am leaving home to chase a dream.
Abandoning you, or saving you? Only you will know.
Dry your tears my dear; no more wail. No more songs of grief,
No more tired bones and tired soul. Just dry your tears.
Hold on! When greedy hyena circles, knaves are preying and God is loping deaf.
How mama died awhile ago and father stayed, and mad