Poetry

Forgotten Love

The tragedy of break-ups.

~~And here i arrive at the lovers gate,

Steering thoughts to captivate

the ferrying notions of our fate,

the empty, quiet, familiar state.

Alas it's come to say goodbye

as i knock on yesterday's door,

no confidence or measure

no...

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Corrupt official

decide for yourself please.

<p style="text-align: center;" center;"="">Pondering in sloth riddled exile, dirty, mudded and infested bath-water. Sharing the extreme imagination contrast reality. Panic thrusted full pelt entrusted. Money feeds such little who care, Freelance breed suffering servant indeed.

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Hundred Years of War

WW1 and the confusion of battle.

I envy the dust the way it moves all free and careless released from it’s sleeping state, the thunderous pounds of late shelling again endless.

Muffled shouting, through this trench confounding,

mustard attack gas mask aside...

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When I wake up

a poem about the trauma of a romantic break up 

my heart breaks every morning when I wake up

when I realise you are no longer here

my heart breaks every day when I think about you

every day and every night I can't stop thinking of...

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Home Coming

Many soldiers that go to war may never return to see their families. I just tried to picture what it was like in the old times, when soldiers would sail long distances to go...

HOME COMING

Cold and seemingly unending nights

A long time off shore

Forgetting the very sights of dry lands

At every chance of a breath

We long the families we left

Memories of mothers and wives

Their farewells to sons and...

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The Black Pimpernel

Dr Nelson Mandela,he's my source of inspiration and to celebrate his day also is my dedication to his 67 minutes selfless work to be done by everyone globally.

Madiba the last testament of Africa;

Hope of Africa! 

Since the 60s the Black Pimpernel of the masses!

Mzansi was your hope...

Hope was you for Mzansi to be free!

27 years in an island of solitude!

To the regime it was...

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My Saviour My Horse

My Saviour, My Horse

My life was filled with terror and pain

With you by my side I could breathe again

My secrets and shame you carried inside

And your eyes showed sympathy when I cried

The feel of...

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My Story Told

My Story Told

The horror of my past is strong

Terror rules me

Shame’s my shadow

Pain’s always there

Memories hold me in prison

Behind thick walls

Where sorrow weeps

Deep in my soul

Each day is a constant struggle

Hurt fills my mind

Darkness...

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My Daughter My Tribute

a poem about my beautiful daughter

My Daughter, My Tribute

I watch over her

          when she sleeps

I watch over her

          when she weeps

I watch over her

          through life’s ups and downs

I watch over her

          as she leaps and bounds

I watch over...

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Innocence Lost

Innocence Lost

Moonless night, darkness cold

In this story told

Marauder in black, evil reaches out

Of his intentions there’s no doubt

And innocence sleeps below

Cruelty rules, suffering seeps

And quiet the child keeps

Love destroyed, trust forever torn

And desolation is...

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