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Lindokuhle Pearl Gama Poem
A true friend is a priceless gift.
Never dominates you
But an important part in you.
Unlike others who can falsely define you
A true friend will try to refine you.
When the rest see you as a perfect nobody
He sees you an important somebody.
With remarkable loyalty he never ceases to amuse
And he sees backstabbing as a total abuse.
You always contently cherish his presence
And ardently long for him in his absence.
That is what I feel about you loyal friend,
If you were existing in mathematics
To me your care would be like an exponential curve
Whose asymptote is infinity, you care infinitiously,
Pardon me if my last word does not exist in a dictionary
The thing is I just wanna show my gratitude, it’s necessary.
Your friendship is a symphony whose music sound is loud in my ear
But never tears my tympanic membrane,
It causes tears somewhere else in me, in my eyes dear,
Tears of joy and happiness when you remind me I’m worthy,
The core of your friendship is burly…
Copyright © Lindokuhle Pearl Gama | Year Posted 2014
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Lindokuhle Pearl Gama Poem
In the multitude of counsellors there is life,
Running away implies stabbing yourself with your knife.
I’m inside a cyclone, you think I should run?
You even went on to tag my stagnancy as dumbness,
I’m not a fool you know. Positioned myself in its centre
For I know that in the eye of a cyclone there’s calmness.
You feel I’m off-guard when I actually feel like I’m in a venter.
My birth canal is in the vertical, where I’m not impaired of my view
I fix mine eyes to the heavens where I know there’s my breakthrough.
In the midst of drunkards there’s sure a fog of immature diction.
Engaging means emigrating from the principle of lingual timing.
Words are powerful entities, they can unveil people’s identities.
When your mind is pixilated, the words you speak can intoxicate
Your persistent entity, your individuality. Even if it may be a while
There’s just some hostility about it and what if it compiles
In the long run, leaving your choice of words forever numb?
In a bad company is a formed aura of non-believe,
There’s a rapid leakage of faith with slim chance of retrieve.
The Bible is on point, “bad company corrupts good character”
It is said that character is the you that exists
When all are gone and you have only you in your midst.
Now think, external injections are depriving your character cells nutrients.
The torture is aimed at you, once activated there is severe suffering.
But, you'll have to bear the yoke alone when your God's desired character
Starts to haunt you!
There's fullness of joy in the presence of the Lord
And for those who really seek it, life is never really odd.
Copyright © Lindokuhle Pearl Gama | Year Posted 2014
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Lindokuhle Pearl Gama Poem
He loves me utterly and
Embraces me unconditionally.
His tender touch flushes away
All my pains and fears and insecurities.
His smile enlightens the universe within me,
And picks my broken heart from that sad sea
That no one ever longs, we all want to flee.
His Spirit has an amazingly fresh scent,
That diffuses in my soul and makes
Breathing come with a lot of ease.
His eyes are filled with love
That’s oh so great and divine,
And fulfils my deepest longing of
Living a life of definite contentment.
In me he lets hope flow by creating an enjambment
In those life phases that I encounter,
And feel as though living is just blunter.
I look at my dictionary, its great a composition,
Someone inconsiderate can even tear a page,
And I, never even note it’s actually no longer there.
Only on a day of great need
Shall it be that I would have such great resentment!
But then who will I blame?
Ones around us can hurt us sometimes.
People's capabilities I never under look.
Those triggered shots they can fire at us,
Calibrated from rifles and many other guns,
Loaded with bullets that have been coated
With unfair judgement and painful exclusion.
It is even better to have grandeur delusions,
Than to feel like your existence does not exist.
That’s a heavy feeling, and it’s that hard to resist!
My King' words however depart not
From my mind and heart's pages.
Even in powerful life storm surges,
They’re always were my real hope emerges.
I thank Jesus for being my refuge,
In him I know I’m always rescued.
I mean when the tempests of life arise,
My eyes remain glued to the skies,
And my soul anticipates for that noble price,
To see my saviour wholly one day.
After everything has come to pass,
I know all these unnecessary life fuss
Will be no more, I will have that rest,
If with faith I take all now without protest.
Copyright © Lindokuhle Pearl Gama | Year Posted 2014
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Lindokuhle Pearl Gama Poem
Approaching life with no scrutinizing dispositions.
Relishing their youth,
Basking in the freedom of their most lively years.
Or so they say.
Young falling minds:
Everything is limited by perception,
Perception leading to misconception,
Misconception gradually surging to holistic pessimism.
Fallen minds don’t possess frame,
Or rather let me say, they are cluelessly lame.
Back and forth, right or left no distinction all is same
Elaborating: Life is just pretty much tame.
Their parturition in a time of good unlimited opportunities,
Yet at the brink of cowardice they are deceived,
And lazily cannot even perceive
That their lives are being sieved
And slowly but badly manipulated,
Later tension and crisis are manifested.
Unfortunately it is then late,
Their future has already been compromised,
The moisture has already vaporized,
All that is left is a dehydrated life substrate
Then all becomes one hell of a date,
Known as regret.
Copyright © Lindokuhle Pearl Gama | Year Posted 2014
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For as long as I can remember,
I've always felt plain.
I’m sure I’m not being a lunatic.
“Plain” is not just an assumed name,
It was young, and had grew.
Contrary to morning leave dews,
Unfortunately it never went away.
To its stint I've always felt an easy prey.
I really tried to fudge it many times
By pretending like it’s not there,
But public remarks and their glare,
I mean that painful judgmental stare,
Has always bought me back to its confines.
They have gone by, the feeling’s formative years,
Sadly though the bitter I shed my tears.
Not that I wasn't aware, but when I was small,
To this issue I didn't feel anything of a thrall.
It did at times flood me with sad feelings,
And my mind just labeled it unappealing.
However, I guess then I had no extreme sensitivities,
Because I just was obscured by typical child activities.
But then as I grew, its smears were rapturing my patience
I felt unworthy to be loved and cared for.
It was a real war, and I was the prisoner of the war!
I don’t know it was just something bitter.
It piled up, a gross and smelly soul litter!
However, I thought, I don’t have to calamine my identity,
Neither be camouflaged in my reality
Although set amid negative inferiority imposed thoughts.
I choose to be grateful, not because I have all
But because of all that I have. When you are grateful
Complaints disappear as the oasis of serenity grows in your heart.
I find a peace filled heart as an alluring work of art!
Copyright © Lindokuhle Pearl Gama | Year Posted 2015
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