Thabani Khumalo Poems
|121.||Sound Of Guns||1/7/2016|
|124.||Born In 1985||1/12/2016|
|125.||I Was A Devil's Garden||1/14/2016|
|126.||Pain Is A Factor||1/20/2016|
|128.||God Of Salvation||3/12/2016|
|129.||We Will Not Die||3/15/2016|
|133.||Codes Of Law||6/2/2015|
|134.||The Talents' Thief||12/28/2015|
|136.||Profiles On Paper||6/2/2015|
|138.||The Doctors' Care||6/21/2015|
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 ...
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.