Thabani Khumalo

Bronze Star - 2,873 Points [Tizzo Lob] (10 April 1985 / lob)

Thabani Khumalo Poems

81. Death 6/25/2015
82. A Man Of Law 6/25/2015
83. John 6/25/2015
84. The Rat 6/26/2015
85. Father 6/26/2015
86. African Girls 6/2/2015
87. Technology 6/2/2015
88. Sadness 6/29/2015
89. First Cut 6/29/2015
90. Silence 6/29/2015
91. Tman Kiry 6/29/2015
92. The Child Has Fallen 12/12/2015
93. The Jobs 12/17/2015
94. The Cookie That Turned Into Stone 12/17/2015
95. The Train In Motion 12/17/2015
96. They Call You Cigarette 12/21/2015
97. That's My Baby 12/26/2015
98. God 6/29/2015
99. God Is A Myth 4/4/2016
100. My Black Son 4/5/2016
101. Yet I Was A Child 4/7/2016
102. The End 5/14/2016
103. Yonda 5/20/2016
104. Travelling 5/25/2016
105. Smile 5/26/2016
106. Love Is Kind 6/1/2016
107. The Stampede Of Fury 10/18/2016
108. Heaven Of God 11/1/2016
109. The Army Of God 11/1/2016
110. The Power Of God 11/1/2016
111. I Am Almighty 11/3/2016
112. The Minds 11/4/2016
113. Cat Like 12/14/2016
114. Family 12/17/2016
115. I Am Your Redeemer. 12/26/2016
116. The Devil 1/1/2017
117. Racism 1/7/2017
118. The Rain 1/10/2017
119. Curiosity 1/7/2016
120. Why Worry? 1/7/2016

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  • Tman Kiry Tman Kiry (1/12/2016 9:59:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Thabani Khumalo

My Love

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.

Strong in character for his love is his worry,
So he lets go all that he loves and acts unwary,
And many better than he lie cold about the Waltloo complex
And only he has troubles of not reaching his goal.

Rumbles of the omnibus that conveys his secret love to sophisticated slavery
And there she wearies her brow in the place of a systematically ...

Read the full of My Love

Technology

PALE SKIN, BLONDE SOLDIER DISEMBARKED A MASSIVE MYSTERIOUS SHIP.
HIS FEET SHINNY AS A HIDE SMOOTHLY SHAVEN AND WELL POLISHED – NOURISHED.
HE HAD PITCH-BLACK HEELS THAT WERE RAISED TO THE HEIGHT OF DONKEY HOOVES.
A TECHNOLOGICAL DEVICE: THE GUN WAS PINNED TO THE BELT AROUND HIS WAIST AND
BANG- BANG! THE GUN SHOT ME DOWN COLD.
IT SHOT ME DOWN, BANG- BANG!

HE LAID ME DOWN SOLELY INTO A SHALLOW GRAVE -
IN WITNESS OF THE STARRY NIGHT, HE BURIED ME.

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