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Who will free my soul

WHO WILL FREE MY SOUL?

Criticism and sarcastic words is all i hear,
Nobody ever appreciates my efforts.
Failure and fiasco is all fear,
Inspiration derived doesn’t seem to comfort.

Mask I put won’t conceal my pain.
Favors made, countless I pray.
I’m being controlled like horse’s rein.
To my oppressors, I am a prey.

Torturing my body will not tame,
The deeds done won’t reveal my compassion.
To go down this way will only embrace my name.
But who ought to test my oppression?

My character resembles a fragment,
Nothing to reform to, my incarnation unknown
Broken inside diversify my temperament,
When I die, will I reincarnate and be renowned?

My purpose in this world is incarcerated.
Confiscating my dreams in contempt,
My dilapidated soul is imprisoned.
Who will bail me out? Oh! Dear, who ought to attempt?

An endeavor to convince of my righteousness,
Is like beating a dead horse.
Crystal washing my mistakes won’t justify my fallibleness,
But will craft my conscience till I passenger the hearse!

					By Willem Pietersen


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My Rhetoric Rhapsody

My Rhetoric Rhapsody

Oh! I am a Poet
It’s me again pretty poet of the century,
Breaking through till I reach mercury.
A pretty poet with popping phrases,
A poor poet with perpetual personality.
Praying that my poems pulls out pieces of pleasure,
Arouses interest, motivates and inspires.

Oh! I am a Poet
Who teaches as he preach
On every inch that becomes a cliché
And leaves your ears aching when reached.
Who frees frozen feelings of Refugees.
Who unfolds fundamental mysteries of false phenomenon.
Who washes and enshrines shameful ships on a sea shore,
Assuring Sheppard of Shelter by Lord Krishna.

Oh! I am a Poet
A rock solid hardcore poet
Self proclaimed Fundi
A super duper verse creator
A self sufficient professor
A prodigy not a protégé
A dictator not an agitator
A toughie not a roughie

I don’t recite to hear myself talk
I don’t talk to be noticed
I don’t take Hobson’s choice
Nor hobble to a hoax
I don’t settle for a bird in hand 
Nor crawl for half a loaf
My reaches exceeds my grasp
My wishes akin to my riches

My poems are my pillar
My wits are my tools
No hocus pocus for my hoi polloi
I’m not a hoity-toity poet who scribbles down hokum poetry
My poetry is impalpable,
Inexplicable and impeccable.
My creativity is infallible.
My verses so impregnable.
I am an imperious poetic licensee


I am a rusty epic epidemic through youth poets’ wannabes,
A penurious poet who indulge in perilous peripheries.
My masterpiece is not some common handwritten handiwork on handkerchief.
I craft them like a handicapped handyman with no haphazard!
 
And this is my Rhetoric Rhapsody...
See, when I rhyme my rhymes that hum like hymns
And step on my Poetic Stiletto heels to find open minds
And dine in a pile of my rhymes...
My mimes start to mime my rhymes

And this is a route where I quote that this is not over yet...


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MY LIFE

			MY LIFE

To curse the day I was born,
Will portray my image as a coward.
To curse the night I was conceived be torn,
Will be like walking up a steep hill with high heels backward.

Little I know, so be it cool,
But my days are numbered.
Nobody embrace me for I am a fool.
Believing in fate or destiny but my life is conquered.

Days like this makes me wonder!
Wonder why God made to suffer.
My life is so wind-blown like powder,
Though we are born equal still we differ.

When the sun sets, wonder what tomorrow 
brings? Oh! Dear, what change does me good?
Ruff cuts and pieces put together but the road is so narrow,
My life deserves better than this bad mood.

For me to quit before being fired…
`Tis a solution to end sorrow of my shattered life-long days.
The burden I shoulder utters no bliss but being tired,
Do I deserve life prompted by agony in this hatred ways?

My spirit resembles the waters,
When I journey to the unknown.
Float in slopes doped to waterfalls,
My behind won’t be behind,
Cause the journey is eternal in the kingdom of the unknown.

						By Willem Pietersen


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POWER OF YOUR LOVE

			POWER OF YOUR LOVE

HATE NOT AND FEAR NOT 
THE POWER OF LOVE!
LET MY SOUL SOAR THRU THY SOUL
FLOAT LIKE A DOVE
INTO THY FAITHFUL SPIRIT!

MY EYES ARE CLOSED!
MY EARS ARE BLOCKED!
MY LIPS ARE SEALED!
ALL I FEEL IS  NO PAIN!
ALL I CLASP IS LOVERAIN!
ALL I SEE IS NOT FAKE!

GENUINELY AND ELOQUENTLY DEPICTED.
THOUGH NOT YET REAL,
ROLLING DOWN MY SPINE LIKE A REEL.
`TIS REAL LOVE I FEEL

HATE NOT AND FEAR NOT 
THE POWER OF LOVE
IT TAKES MY CONSCIENCE INTO THE UNKNOWN
BEYOND LIMITATION AND INTO THE MISTRY

THE POWER OF YOUR LOVE
BREEDS NO MERCY
IMMENSING MY HEART IN ACIDS OF HUMAN AFFECTION
SOAKING MY TAINTED EMOTIONS, 
TWISTING AND HANGING THEM TO DRY ON LOVE-BREEZE VENTILATION

POWER OF YOUR LOVE
KINDLE A SPARK IN MY PARK
IGNITES MY DEFLATED MOJO
A BURNING SENSATION ABLAZING VIA MY LUNGS TO MY HEART

AN INFERNO SO INEXTINGUISHABLE.
A YEARN SO INSATIABLE.
THE POWER OF YOUR LOVE,
HAILS AND HAUL MY SOUL THROUGH THORNS,
SPIKED TO TORTURE AND TORMENT MY WEAK AND MEEK HEART.


I FOR ONE BEAR NO FORTITUDE 
TO FORBEAR THIS HUMAN EMOTION,
THAT HAS NO ROOM FOR PATIENCE.
AND I SURRENDER MY LOVE TO YOU.

TAKE ME FOR I CANNOT ENDURE ANY MORE!
				BY WILLEM PIETERSEN


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Be My Inamorata

                   Be My Inamorata

To talk of my righteousness,
Will not path my vivacious affection to you,
but will show my noble amicableness
and that might somehow pierce through your empathy.

Trying to haul your melodic voice that haunts
and meander inside me in sequence eternal,
Leaves me no choice but to
Predict the capacity of LOVE at my disposal.

When you invaded my dreams in haste hustle,
Your dignified persona blinded my integrity 
I illusioned cupid’s arrow in my castle,
Your BEAUTY seduced my instincts
Calling me with a heart-shaped whistle,
Pulchritude in its unique portrayal.

Let I telepathically pierce through your soul like an arrow,
Penetrate like a serpent in an route so narrow,
Bury my wits and contemplate my broken heart in sorrow,
For I wish you inject my heart with LOVE till morrow.

I horoscoped my future and saw my destiny in your eyes.
I premonitioned your indulgence generously in amour with me,
I preconceived the feeling you be my inamorata forever...

		               By Willem Pietersen



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Respect your Freedom

		     RESPECT YOUR FREEDOM

I glance through my verandah window,
Birds flying over my head freely.
I imagined myself floating like them,
In pain complicated, reminiscence shown deeply.

The afternoon breeze breeds an aroma,
Like fresh cologne of summer ivies.
Unlike bad odors always ventilating thru my nostrils.
All I see is beauty of nature’s creation down peak Lang Street.

I cease to be virtuous persuasive!
Bearing in my mind the righteousness of every individual,
But the world is never consistent to inhabitants,
And all that nature has conceived seem to be miscarried.

Felicity we used to have is now buried by the avalanche.
No matter the yokes our fore fathers burdened,
The chains they footed, we still not free, not in this degree.
Natively as indigenous but still feel like apaches.
Our roots are rooted out like weed indeed unfreed!

Visions screened in our minds succeed in destroying
Beauty of our lives in noble disguise.
We imbibe intoxicants excessively in excuse for our guilty conscience!
Will in moments of grace my pure words ever attain quality of deeds?

Freedom blinds us to the unknown!
The powers we possess lead us to temptations!
We enslave and indulge ourselves in injustices!
Yet we jeopardize our freedom through contempt and hostility!

Crime and violence generates prolonged vendetta
To our fellow white counterparts through racism and brutality.
Respect your wealth and take no part in exploitation of immature women!
Respect God’s Temple and never take part in the prostitution society!
Respect your freedom.

								By Willem Pietersen


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That's the life i knew

12 hands on half a loaf
That’s the life I knew.
I never complained
Everyday, the same crew.

A shack next door looked the same.
My garden only smaller
I never complained.
Only the hurdle-pole looked taller

Lundi the Gospel Fundi sobbed,
Whilst telling his story on TV.
I never complained
To me that was an Oscar performance.

My Father tells a tale of toil,
Growing up with no sandal to shoe
He never complained.
To him, that is the life he knew.

I am strong today,
I worked hard for my children.
I don’t want them to complain.
This is the life I now know.

				By Willem Pietersen(09/04/13)


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KEYS

				KEYS

Keys by means of metal,
Glittering and clicking like money in your pocket.
Keys by means of aluminum
Opens gates to the new millennium.

Moves bolt to lock or unlock
Moves bolt to wind a clock
Opens heart for a kiss

Lips zipped hits lips keyed
Zips of metal not compared to her anger
Keys of smooth words,
Opens her mouth which is in hunger.

Keys by means of lever bottoms for music instruments.
Keys by means of solutions,
To problems and explanations.
Keys made for melodies,

Melodies, rhythms delves deeper to your soul,
Rules by key masters of my colonies,
Keyboards wrongly opened by masters of foul,
Cipher or code.

Keys for the future
Destination in perfection.
Success by the way of nature
Shining and glittering like gold keys
Unlocks hearts, carts, gates, dates, hands, and lands

By keys new lives are opened.
By keys hopeless love is condoned.
Keys for one’s life known by oneself.
Safe and secured,
Locked and sealed.

Only keys has privilege for honorarium,
For compensation, for honor conveyed.
Kept safely in the auditorium.
For audience to be secured
That’s keys for everything,
Mystery and the unknown.
					By Willem Pietersen


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Foes

             FOES
They pretend to be nice…
Whilst their hatred is buried in ice…
So cold to reveal sarcastic pieces…
That catapulted their prejudice…
Now their conscience is in slices...
Their fate narrow and gamble with dices…
Without facts, quiet like mice…
Whoever honours them deserves it thrice…
Their secrets with no value yet with price…
Extent of their jealousy boomerang twice…

Habitual truth procrastinators to deride themselves, 
their lives are always lies…
				By Willem Pietersen


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VACANCY

			VACANCY

My life is like a puzzle,
Riddling my thoughts perpetually,
Overdosing my mind with conundrums,
No solution for this enigma!

Is there someone to...
Reveal my compassion,
To dedicate love to with obsession,
Commitment genuinely in passion,
Jury of executive love in commission.
Seized and confiscated hearts in my possession,
Quilt of soul espionage is my confession.

This, potential lovers out there is an appeal…
My kraal is fully cowed,
But no piece of meat on my table…                                                                                                                                 Who will join and fill my heart with happiness?
Cause this,  be a table for two!

					By Willem Pietersen