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Motherland

Motherland (Eclogue) 

In the country of my forefathers, 
Economy is friendless and upset, 
Politics are sleeping with labour, 
Justice is seducing foreign crime, 
Poetry is turned on, but it fears, 
Traditions keeps history hostage, 
Religions are attempting suicide, 
Nature is busy biting its tongues, 
Fruits are swearing at their trees, 
Education shows God axis finger, 
Seas gets shallow, graves deepen, 
Life confront its first nightmares, 
Death is satisfying its final desire, 
Future is stinking nothing but lies, 

June 13, 2003

By Mohlouoa Ntsasa

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2009: My Senior Year

  The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months. 



                                               





                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT

Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.

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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

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Eyes of Seminary

Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook

Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.

Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.

Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.

Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.


Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.

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Homework

Homework oh' homework
All kids say it stinks,
They say they wont do it,
but that it would disappear once they blink,
They say who invented it;
and who brung it forth,
They say they wish teachers would stop giving it,
And all though I agree
Homework is a good thing,
It will help you, you'll see
It will help tomorrow, today, 
and years later
It will help you be smarter
it'll help you participate
So don't say that you hate it
All though you clearly do, because
you know that you need it
Don't you?

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A Little Reflection

The notorious gang
Clearly stated in the news
Is now declared Saint

And a pretty slut
Infamous to everyone
Is now called Mary

This political thug
Who attacked lives' belongings
Is now made the judge

In a time like this
Where vices are made virtues 
What's that all about

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Homework

hours sitting at the computer 
typing typing typing 
where has my life gone?
No friends no Siblings 
 just homework.

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Gossip

Who pays this roaring mass?
Which pretends it has nothing to do with me?
Yet keeps pulling its antenna, 
To watch what I do?
Who pays these seat feelers?
To gawk at me 
Even when I am yawning?
Who pays this swam

To creep into my bolts
And unlock the secrets 
Of My private business 
Who pays us?
 For I have been possessed by their intrigue
I find myself doing what they do
Yet I am not paid at all
I am going on strike

This boss has to pay me
Because I am becoming a workaholic 
yet earning Revenge 
For
my
Organized
scandalous 
Gossip 


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homework

My sister ate my homework,
Yes, I promise she did.
Her sweet eyes will fool you,
She looks like a cute kid,
But her teeth are sharp as knives,
As her hunger grows,
She wants some tasty geometry,
How she gets it?
No one knows.
It’s there in my bag,
Her eyes are stone,
Staring at my folder,
That homework all alone,
But she will give it a friend,
Maybe invite it for tea,
“I would love to have you for diner.” She’d say,
But she does’t fool me!
So I’m sorry I don’t have my homework today,
My sister’s on an eating streak,
I hope she does’t keep it up,
I might not have homework for the rest of the week.

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Walking Dead

Numbness as I walk in halls
A heavy load in my hand I bear
Tome of the ancient past
Portrays a fog in my mind

Emptiness, void and vanity
As I look at zombies like me
Consumed by an epidemic...
Which left us cold-blooded

At the darkness of dusk
When the sun shines no more
I lie below the tombstone of my grave
Devoured by a sleepy hollow in my coffin

Vitality where are you?
Where are your streams of life? 
I' am lost, Where am I?
Oh wait, that's right
I'm in college


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Tin Ribs

Well good golly her name is Holly and she has a lot of front
The first time that she met me, named me granddad elephant
Called her nanny, nanny coffee pot so she would have the set
Very forward is our Holly and I hardly know her yet

I gave her a nickname as a tease, just for a jest
Tin ribs what I call her so skinny not a pest
Likes Hannah Montana, club penguin and doing make up with sis
Dancing, high school musical and sweet and sour chicken is bliss

Loves pasta, reads Jacqueline Wilson, likes pink
Shooting basketball hoops after school is a must I think
Hates doing homework can’t stand candy floss
I even bet she thinks she’s the boss

Just a little tin ribs with much time to grow
Granddad elephant is glad we met don’t you know
See you soon Holly till then just take care 
Try doing some homework it seems only fair

Eat lots of candy floss to help you fill out
Then one day maybe I’ll be able to shout
No tin ribs any more but grand daughter elephant instead 
Perhaps not though its just  a tease in my head

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Home

Where’s home if i keep getting lost/ 
The jungle is packed with animals/ 
Nobody screams the tigers will wake/ 
Where’s home if i dream getting silenced/ 
Space cooked parables are buried with ancestors/ 
Left untold/ 
A place that promises different shapes of life/ 
Bird sounds/
Beauty holds the key to the eye of the visitor's mind/
The language is a massage to the hunter's ears/
Every street corner lives a poetic animal/
Where's home/

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BACK TO SCHOOL SHOP

soon the summer clover
will be over
thing indeed you need
not  a whip paper clip
smile and and a grim
a writing pen
many other tools 
on the lot
at the
BACK TO SCHOOL SHOP

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Fancies

I sit, chewing on my pen tip,
Trying to look as if I am deep in serious thoughts, 
Tapping my foot with an air of restless efficiency,
Fussing over my spellings and ink blots.

I glance at the somber calculator,
It seems to glare at me in quiet reprimand.
I make myself type in a few numbers and symbols,
And the answer comes up sooner than I demand.

The numbers, the symbols, the words of wisdom,
Swirl around me in incoherent randomness,
As I sit, and ponder, trying to hold my senses in my slippery grasp,
The immaculate rungs of logical thought swiftly become meaningless.

So I give up, or rather, give in
To escape to that secret land of foolish fantasies,
Which had been tempting the edge of my consciousness for so long,
Causing my homework to be a series of blunders and idiocies. 

I dream of happy endings, of forget-me-nots;  
Of stormy emotions, the sweet pain that accompanies love,
The sparks that fly between you and I, the carelessly concealed attraction
Of star-crossed lovers, the suns, the moons, the heavens above.

I dream of rain, and sensuous nights,
Of raptures, and laughter, and mischievous delights.
I carve out a perfect picture in my mind, with my imagination as the frame,
I have gone too deep-long forgotten that this is just a game.

The sound of my own joyful laughter brings me crashing down to earth,
The tick of the clock, the sweat on my brow,
And other subtle reminders of reality registers on my fuzzy mind;
I sigh, and go back to doing my homework for tomorrow.



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Your Own Reservation

As Mother Teresa words Echo with in My Mind.
So,"You can not save The World,Then save Just One."
This is not about Me Anymore My Friends,indeed.
It is about the Existence of To Be or not To Be...
It is All about You and Your Own Foot work deep inside.
Where A Human Heart truly beats repeatedly and harps to reside.
I can hear You crying in deep Mercies of agony and defeat.
When shallow no longer exist between Our true Minds in the depth of Heat.
Never knowing what or how to serve You in times of need.
Standing right next to You as You see Your terrors Bleed...
The Only thing that We control is;Us Ourselves...
Pulling Our Heads from beneath The reprehended Clouds...
Work hard on You My Friend and do not let the fear over ride Your Faith.
For You will find the thing that You hated most are full of Grace...
For fear and faith can not exist in that same hurtful place of chance.
It is Your Own Self-willed desire that will forever change Your Own Glance...
As I stretch this to Your Hand;A Garden will unfold upon Your Heart.
In one instance of Hope to repel a spell that whispers from deep with-in to start.
Open Your Doors and Plead for Help and let All hear You cry out...
No longer will You feel loneliness,Selfish Desire,or even doubt...
In that motion of remorse it is God holding the Other Hand...
Looking behind Your footprints in The taunted minds in Your Own Land.
Weep no more My weary Friend and never feel like it is an end.
For Life is The Portal to Eternities Heaven for We All are destined to descend.
The options may not be apparent but choice is offer to those that listen to wear it.
It is like a policy condition to appease You Own Personal Kit...
For just to accept Our Holy Son in Gods Graces as Our Sire...
For God created You with All His Passions and desires.
Your word needed here and now is not My Own created Plan.
Swallow All of this well and adjust The Digestion before it drowns Your Glands.
It is Your Plan My Dear Child to comprehend and learn with style.
After All One lit the match of Our Lives Perfect Beginning like Your Smile..
Walk into Your Own Garden to Behold The Center were You look...
It is most likely A Pathway that You skip or have forgot to book.
As We live and attempt to grow grey and Old.
Only an unblemished Heart of innocence will repair Your heart to Gold.
Get Selfish if that is what it takes to see Your Own destination on Your Plate.
For Inspirations to last belief has to stand behind an open minded new slate.
Never forget I saw You standing their and that I truly care as You commit.
For Every Commitment that You can honor guides devotion to its heights lit.
There will stand a single Flower with essences of Love and Your scent of Power...
Bloom not against the wind ever;for like a Butterfly You will flutter and then soar.
Growth is Acceptance being brought to Your knee When You Pray more...
The visit on Earth may be bitter or sweet or both to accomplish My Friend...
For The Perseverance is Your Own Reservation that We respect as Precious LIFE.   
                                        
I used a Quote Mother Teresa.The word Game was word of Achievement that give You as an Individual the abilities to work on Your Own inside job...The Key to Game being inner Happiness...
Proverbs:
1.)The Only thing We control is; Us Ourselves.
2.)The options may not be apparent but choice is offered to Those that listen to wear it.
3.)Bloom not against the wind ever;for like a Butterfly You will flutter and then soar.

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Disproportionate

Nothing seems to thus allign
In this Void of Trapezoids 
Rhombus Squares and Hexagrams
Dance with Parallelograms
Diamond Stars and circle Scars-
A Paragon will lead me on
What Circumference? Length and Width?
Dimensions of a Cubic Myth
Radius high; Volume low
A Symmetry Divides my Soul

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idk

What does a normal teen do? What does a normal teen think? 
I really do not no. yes I am a teen but when I was 15 ½  I thought about how to take care of my mom if she needed to be changed and when to feed her and when to give her medication. I worried about what would happen to my mom. I had to go shopping for toddler cloths for my little sister and brother. I am 17 now and I still go shopping for little children cloths. I worry about getting my homework done and getting my little brother and sister’s homework done. This year I have to take the kids to kinder garden and I will be in 12th grade. I always worry about what’s going to happen to my mom she is still sick but there’s nothing I can do just keep her in my heart and prayers. I worry about what I will do when its time for me to go to college I will still be taking care of my brother and sister. There’s a lot to do I worry all the time about money things being washed and cleaning and homework. My dad does a lot for me and my sisters and brothers I just wish my big sisters would have stepped up and helped my dad take care me and my little sister and brother but they didn’t now i am trying to do all the things my mom did. It is a lot of work mothers have to do. I thought it was easy but now that I have to do it all I can say mothers are what keeps a family in order. Thanks to all the moms out there. If you have moms don’t take her for granted because you never know what will happen to them. 

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Exam Revision

A constant murmur,
with bickering voices
and occasional shriek of glee.
All when I'm trying to revise,
down in the library.



[written in 1988 - do they still have libraries in universities?]

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From Where Shall I Greatness Buy

Mom tells me to finish my homework quickly,
When I ask why?, she tells me
“You should become great as great as your dad”.
When I ask, where is my dad Mom?
She tells me, “He is now god’s guest.”
Again when I ask Mom, 
“Can I not become great by being the god’s guest”?
She slaps me gently and tells me, 
“Now just shut up and get your homework done”.
Little later when I ask she says, 
“Your Dad fought like a tiger, 
risking his life, he never bothered.
His gun has brought him greatness
and the honour of being the god’s guest.
Again when I ask, 
“Do people become great when they fight”?
If so, I will beat in the school, 
My friend Philip, with my might.”
Now, Mom calls me stupid and gives me a push.
Crying I go to sleep in her lap, 
Now she says, “Tomorrow I will 
give you pocket money for ice-cream”.
Wiping my eyes when I ask,
Mom! ”Can I by saving pocket money,
try greatness buy”?
Tell Mom, “From where shall I greatness buy”?
She tells, “Oh god help me”
and begins to cry.
 

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A Timeless Sleep

I remember when I was small and life was simple,
When you got what you wanted by flashing your dimples,
When the homework was what’s two plus two,
When the hardest thing was tying your shoe,
When the most boring thing was when naptime came around,
When you would get in trouble for the smallest of sounds.

But know things aren’t quite a simple,
Not an inch of your face found without a pimple,
Now the homework is Trig and Biology,
Piling it on, no emotion, yielding to no plea,
It’s not just tying them; the shoes have to look nice too,
You have to know what’s it, whether it pink, red, or blue,
Now if only I could find a good position to sleep,
In this pile of homework that has become shoulder deep.

And here we are again nearly 50 years later,
Things still not being too much greater,
Past all the times when we though our lives where tough,
Living in the time where our heir is gray and skin is tough,
Still where the cloths you wore as a kid,
And the kids now where what your parents always did.

You realize that you are the homework now,
What happened 9/11, who did it, why and how,
You squint your eyes, wishing the light was dim,
It’s not the pimples now; it’s the wrinkles that replaced them,
Know you’re ready for that nap taken so many times before,
So you lie back in your chair and lean your head towards the floor…

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Prison Break

You cant just ground me here
Just because i am a lunatic to you
Lunatics are never grounded, remember?
In the wall i see a door
On the floor i see an endless pit
You think i am doing the home work? No way!!
I am doing the map work
You see, I have party to night
I even have a date
But mum
Are you now so foolish not to remember
how much headache you gave to my grands
Just because of the guy with long hair
Who now has a bald head?
Play the homeland security
I will play the prison break
We will see 
which movie sells best

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TIGHT YOUR SHOE

so you won't fall
againts a wall
trip on a ball
and have pain
from your show string
this you must do
TIGHT YOUR SHOE

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SOME HAVE WIVES

Some have wives
Who have turned them to wives
The daily chores are theirs
In addition to paying the dues
They dare not turn them down
Else they get the treatment of a clown
They are the terrors of their lives
The ones they call their wives.

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Petey's Hallowe'en

Alone inside the big armchair he gazes at the clock
Soon he would be dressing up to go around the block

This Hallowe'en he would be nine and could wear his batman suit
To go out trick or treating and gather up his loot

Promptly at six he started out with promises of fun
But must be back by nine p.m. to get his homework done

He filled his sack at every house as he rapped on every door
And loaded up a ton of sweets a dentist would abhor

He heard the clock ont he village tower chiming half past eight
And knew he must get cracking or else he would be late

The night seemed quiet and eerie and the kids seemed to have fled
As most had done their homework and were heading up to bed

The wind blew up and scattered leaves came racing down the street
They made a scary rustling sound that frightened batman Pete

The moon did glow through the clouds that night like a giant Cheshire cat
And suddenly from behind a tree there appeared a gruesome bat

He took to his heels quickly as it had started in to pour
And flashes of lightening streaked overhead as he headed for his door

This was too much for Petey boy who started in to moan
"I think next year, I'll take some pal - I don't wanna go alone!'



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The IRS Ate My Homework

       The IRS Ate My Homework

I tried to tell anyone who would listen
How my homework went oddly missing
The dog was overused and has no teeth to chew
The teacher was tired of that excuse
First I told a little white lie and then another
But my teacher knew it was a cover
He wasn't buying what I was selling
There is nothing like the truth I’m told
A brilliant idea came to mind so clear so bold
I sold it on the spot
Anyone can easily see in this great land
America’s most honest people in the world
Employed their master plan to help me
The IRS ate my homework whole
They suffered indigestion 
When they were questioned 
They didn't even flinch
Took the 5th            
(Which is the grade I’m in coincidentally)
And went about their business
(Which is a secret)
Just ask my teacher or Lerner