Humbleness

 

Yes! You are brimming;

Great erudition,

Volcanoes ignited

To grant power unto you.

You met guiding stars;

Humble species.

They breathed words into you;

Philosophies and content.

You were as grey as the sands

Which were never explored.

But you see, he who belittles

The sands that brought to being

The womb that brought to being his jewellery

Is a fool by definition.

We had to learn how to bow

So we could do it to the next.

Wisdom albeit being born from paging

Cannot surpass the wisdom of observation;

The art of swallowing pretension,

If one breathes, he is because of the species

That breathes next

Being inept is being unable to value

The one next because of papers’ affiliation.

No matter how many books you have captured.

Be humble.

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The place

All that broke is getting better.

I have got a reason to smile.

Lemon dries and I put my buds to butter.

All that broke is getting better.

My buds are no longer bitter.

I have finally reached the last mile.

All that broke is getting better.

I have got a reason to smile.

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Sunset

Dear, I can see you.

You are in love with dusk.

Though you are reeling off to the west,

 I wish you the best

And I do guess that you are not cast there by demons.

Dear, I do abhor sunset more than anything because it is

In dusk that I anticipate a lot of bad things.

I can see you flinging your wings.

Look at the horizon.

What promise is it having for you?

Why did you not take off to the east?

Why not for the winds are motivational and a great pusher?

The winds of passion and well-wishes.

The western tornadoes will but relish with you

And erode you like the calm winds that gently kissed the rocks

Not telling of their acidity.

I wish I could change the sun and take sunrise to

Where you are flipping your wings.

Please! Listen to the birds;

The lark is even lacking music;

It is in distress due to the route to which your paws followed;

To where they follow.

Oh! Houses of predators preserve my gone lover

Oh! My love why did you choose sunset?

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Written by; Ponatshegelo Mista Poke Katlholo

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Trials

Why are we to lose sense

When life’s teeth bite us?

Why are we living with pretence

Like a limb engulfed by pus

As it yells like there won’t be an end?

To the strike of crème white,

It inhibits all parts of the body parts as they bend.

Are we afraid of trials’ height?

Are we human beings not meant to circumvent

The horns, spears and arrows

Of life till they repent?

Why don’t we just keep our furrows

With the knowledge of a mission to accomplish

For the tearing of souls we can find our relish?

Christmas arrests

The wolves bring blight

A strike of shoving sales

Torrents of plight

The wolves bring blight

Don’t bring me a dull night

Hold your rusty poles

The wolves bring blight

A strike of shoving sales