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Tsotetsi Thabiso Edward Poem
Oh,yes he was...
He was a man;
He was talented;
He created himself a name.
That's why i use my diction;
but with discretion;
To show my appreciation;
In our intergration;
That brought devotion.
Termination is dissolution;
but to god is dissection.
Seperation is dissatisfaction.
Dissuasion is desparation.
Through his distination;
Direction showed perfection.
That's why i give my salutation;
because he deserves distinction;
Not as distotion;
Nor for dramatisation;
but for his dedication
May his soul rest in peace
eace
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Tsotetsi Thabiso Edward Poem
Writing relative rhymed rhymes
Rhyming with revival rhythmically rhythm
Is not revue but reviewing my role
To resurrect as requested to revive back romance.
When rhyming my rhymes I can revolve revolutionary robust
Rocking like rocky rocks rolling to the right rendezvous,
but today I recite repose as if I repent,
but rely it you will relish,
because its a rhyme to recall recapture of romance in relationships.
I wrote it to rake up real reign
When raspberries were rasped,
Rationing reverie,
Raucously reading romantic readings regularly.
Becoming a receiver reckon receiving reciprocally gifts,
but this is the recital to recapture romance to recur.
Read this rhyme to refill,refine,reform and refresh romance.
Regain rarefied of relish rained rich rain
Raining rainy with ravishing red roses reddening a red ring around you.
Relieving yourself by reiterating 'I love you Mrs Right',
and wait for the rejoicing remarkably respond to be relayed
'I love you too Mr Right'.
The respond that revealed the resourcefully resource for resurrecting.
I rouse you because I'm roused;
Be a roman and go to Rome
To see real romance,
and you will romp of being romantic,
and really its realistically real
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Ssss.....
Splendour smooth sound that sounded severally sometime ago,
Smoothly stealthy sensating my soul.
Sound sounding second by second significantly,
saying ''I love you Thabiso'' not even swallowing a single saliva spit.
Sweet semibreve singsong sounding siphoned from sun set side.
Sexy but not sex slavish,
Just sound sizzling like a snake hizzling.
When slamming slang its signs that theres something serious.
Smooth sound not simple to slay or slip someone slow or solvenly.
Slender with smashing smile and sound splitting my feelings into smithreens.
Soften sonare that sneaks me sodden,meaning saturated.
Souvenir sound deserving sovereign.
Sound sounding smooth like special strings playing in sovereign's ceremony,
spick and span spontaneously stabling spirit putting stamina,
not from stammer but someone stimulating,stupendous,streamlining.
Stereophonic sound that makes me sweat.
I'm not swagging its just that i still remember her sweet swansong swaying
systematic sound as if it sounds from someone from synagogue.
Since from this voice appeared in my dreams.
I stoped snoring and started to have sweet dreams in my sleep.
You will never know when its the end,
but after telling that''I'm in love with the voice''its the end.
This was just a deram
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As I sit and watch
Watch you denounce the obligatory violence
Announcing and pronouncing the fabricated freedom
Joyfully commemorating and celebrating your assassinated true leaders
The enemy killed not the leaders but the ideas
You buried not them but the ideologies intended to truly liberate you
6 feet deep under the ground,
Saying they shall multiply and long live!
Chanting slogans with no comprehension just for the rhythm and sound
Deep into the ground
Burying your true liberation from colonization
Being sold the false hope of FREEDOM.
As I sit and watch
Watch black man selling his kinsmen to the highest bidder
Manipulated by the enemy to think he is better and different
Better than the poor masses who sacrificed themselves to be his ladder up
You are no different black man
You are just a slave in a black tie
They bribe you with a cheque from your forefathers’ fortune and wealth
They use you to steal in your own pocket
Stealing your legacy to your enemy
Yes they are right ‘You are different’
The difference between us is your inanity.
As I sit and watch
I watch my brothers and sisters been turned to be educated slaves
Enslaved by a mere pen and paper
A piece of paper segregating us and determining our destiny
Desired so hard by many to own to serve the enemy
They chose very well the useless texts to colonize and brainwash you
They planned so well to systematically oppress you
They took the weaker with no vision to execute their plans
As I sit and watch
I watch them say “save that one in a cell we might use him later”
I watch them say “kill that one he is too stubborn, a true leader and he is a threat”
I watch them with white collars reading the scriptures that say ‘a slave must obey his master’ and shouting PEACE BE UNTO YOU!
I watch them on the other hand brutally killing, raping and stealing.
Wake up black man and liberate yourself
No one will
Not even your so trusted leaders
You are not yet uhuru and so is your Azania
They stole your land with a bullet and you shall get it with a bullet not negotiations and commissions
Free yourself
Decolonize your education
To truly liberate the coming generation
Preach not their gospel but Africanism and socialism
ALUTA CONTINUA!!!!
#I WRITE TO PROMOTE NO VIOLENCE BUT TO LIBERATE
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Here I'm talking about my core and its corollary.
Here I'm talking about something,not something in such but everything.
Here I'm talking about the woman,she is the woman of my dreams.
Here I'm talking about love,not love as just a word but the love of my life.
Here I'm talking about future,not future in general but one thing for sure I have in
future.
Here I'm talking about the one,not the one but the only one in a million.
Here I'm talking about beauty,she may not seem beautiful for you but she is the
definition of beauty for me.
Here I'm talking about a flower,yes she is my beautiful rose.
Here I'm talking about the daisy,she is the daisy because she dazzles me.
Here I'm talking about an angel,the angel of my soul.
Here I'm talking about the queen,she is the queen ruling in my heart.
Here I'm talking about my heart,my soul and the other part of my body.
Here I'm talking about my entire life.
Here I'm talking about you baby-gal...
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Yes, I'm ready to fight my battle,
and never settle,for less;
Till I've been crowned my tittle;
Perhaps my life would be out of the bottle.
I have been made by my past.
To last;
Not to be thrown like dust;
On top of the flask,
and never been made to be the slave to lust.
My resolution;
Is to stop infatuation,
because I have found real obsession.
Baby-gal I never knew that I will have attraction in you,
and because of my valuation
I wont let any intimidation;
To bring separation;
In our intergration;
That brought me devotion.
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Tsotetsi Thabiso Edward Poem
This might be my last year.
This might be my last month.
This might be my last day.
This might be my last hour.
This might be my last moment with you.
This might be my last publishment.
This might be my last poem.
This might be my last writing.
This might be my last title.
This might be my last stanza.
This might be my last sentence.
This might be my last word.
This might be my last sound.
This might be my last breath.
This might be my last time telling you that I love you...
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