Biography of Thabani Khumalo
Thabani Khumalo Poems
The star that shines in the secrets sites of life, As dark as night or the way to the ruthless grave - Sewn within the soul of a bothered alien peasant man Strolling the nights like knights heart-driven to save.
Imagine the protracted wait of the big thing, Time passes and I'm over-weighed by the unseen burden; Dictionary limitation making me seem unwise, But too much wisdom vanishes un-discharged.
Cuz of making love without no glove My friends are gone – I’m left alone. To meditate I cry and hate, I did it once – I’m thinking twice.
I looked at her as she at me. I blushed alone and looked away. For a second there the world was still; That stagnant flair for the moment's thrill.
The Doctors' Care
In the dawn of day, Staggering off a slight drunken haze, I saw the hand of death beckon me Into a journey which no man ever returned;
Codes Of Law
MY GHOST ERECTED ABOVE THE MOTHERLY PLATTER, WITH MY SHADOW CAST TO THE WAYSIDE SO I’D SEE, AND EXAMINED THROUGH FOR SIGNS OF EXISTENCE THEREIN UNDER THE SHADE OF AN AFRICAN FIRMAMENT; BLUE,
Profiles On Paper
I AM PART OF THE UNIVERSE THAT BURNS THE SOUL OF MAN WITH FIRE SO INTENSELY FRIGID - COLD, A HEARTLESS GENERATION THAT IS DELIGHTED
I CHOCKED MYSELF IN FEAR THAT I WOULD TURN INTO GODZILLA BUT I KNEW THAT HOPE WAS NEAR SINCE I SAW TATA MADIBA.
Some of the waters over the soils - Sour as tears seldom seen Guttering from weeping's never heard, They tell a story that's clandestine.
I spiral down before the one I love For there are many but bounds between us. Though she stands where she can smell my breath She can not see me suffocate and die in desire.
The Talents' Thief
Mother! please come look and see. Look what treasure I have found in the dirt: A clay-pot filled with stars of gold I'll wait for day to go sell it far.
I have seen not a crone, so I have not heard what she said. The senile man I saw asked me about my curiosity for power. Such I told him that on many occasions it is repeated that I am crazy Thus I need to take the madness to the top.
I looked underneath the colorful fabric of the elite world And i saw by my spiritually alchemist sight And i saw that mankind won't make it without spiritual acumen, Thus i traveled far to see off the grasp of the evil man.
Teach us how to play gently with other children in the dust For this we ought to learn or it will dawn bewitching each other. Beware! The time has drawn really near.
Teach us how to play gently with other children in the dust
for this we ought to fully learn or it will dawn while we bewitch each other.
I am the universal dream; I am the African continent;
a marvel to the least of even the intricate detail.
To fall for me is totally risky but
clever women have learned to adore only the God from overseas.
My body changes structure
to fracture every woman's heart.