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Anthony Ngabwe Poem
CELL PHONE
My people are destroyed because of lack of knowledge and understanding
It is now easier to lie on cellphone
It is now easier to cheat on cellphone
It is now easier to steal through cellphone
It is now easier to insult on cellphone
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
How far you - are not far, you lied
Where are you-I am here, you lied
Who are you with-alone, you lied
When are you coming-today, you lied
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Because of cell phone – SMS, divorce occur daily
Because of cell phone – a call, adultery occurs daily
Because of cell phone – what’s up, pornography occur daily
Because of cell phone – Bluetooth, the abominable occur daily
Because of cell phone – my son/daughter got a wrong soul tie
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your attitude
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your behavior
Who do you blame–the cell phone or your perception
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your lack of character
Who do your blame-the cell phone or your lack of principles?
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
It is not the circumstance that made you lie-it’s who you are
It is not the anger that made you react that way-it’s who you are
It is not the temptation that you sin – it’s who you are
It is not the phone that makes people cheat or lie, - it’s who they are
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Circumstance, cell phone, money – it is not evil or bad,
And these cannot change you, or make you to lie, or cheat or kill
These things just reveal and enhance the real person inside you,
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
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Anthony Ngabwe Poem
GOLDEN FLOWER
You are the sun that shines in the dark to the sightless souls
Your heart is brighter as the colors of life-yellow, orange and gold
You are the gemstones of priceless beyond Topaz and Amber-yes you are
Your presence, enlighten my soul and resurrect the dry bones and dead visions in me
You are a blossom and you blossom in season and out of season – watered by the Lord
Your incidence is EDEN-for the creator walks and works in you and through you
Your presence exhibits so much peace; joy and life- you are the Golden Flower to many
You are a born leader; creativity and innovation are at your core
You lead with determination and originality that is rooted self-confidence and individuality
You are aggressive and impatience with uncertainties and indecisive beings-people
Your life like creative art driven by passion and self-sufficient in achieving your desires
Your ideas and abilities attract special pollination from inserts and souls from all walks of life
Your happiness in life is rooted in you being true to yourself and your purpose – destiny
Your presence exhibits so much peace; joy and life- you are the Golden Flower to many
Marriages and families rejoice and celebrate in the beauty of your garden-Rose Flower
Your fragile-tender and caring heart draws us to the garden, your presence is refreshing
Your heart is the garden of rose flowers that never wither or dry against the heat of evil
Your are rooted in ever flowing streams of water of God-your love is ever flowing in pain or joy
People often celebrate your fruits without acknowledging you-yet your fruits/love never withers
Hurt cannot live in you because healing and love overflows out your heart daily – the beauty
Your presence exhibits so much peace; joy and life- you are the Golden Flower to many
From Anthony Ngabwe
(Tony The Poet@2014)
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Anthony Ngabwe Poem
Beauty from the Inside-Out
We have searched for unfading and true beauty in unsearchable places.
It is unfortunately to most of us, we have ears but cannot hear-we have eyes but we cannot see
We have become nonentities due to ideas and influence that persuaded us that beauty is the outward appearance, short skirts, makeup’s, high heel shoes, hip stars and all that.
We have been fooled and still perpetuating in outer of reality,
But now I understand, that the creator of beauty, knows its purpose and he defines its source and function, This is the Beauty is from the inside-out.
You are beautiful-I see your beauty from inside–out, my African Queen, yes you are beautiful
I have searched for unfading and true beauty, from mountain to the highest mountain, from the sea to the deepest sea. The beauty that is premier and brighter to lighten my dark moments and my dark path, The beauty that can never be influenced by western cultures, civilization or globalization, the beauty of African Queen. - Original from its birth, its quality and value never diminish, It Can never be bought, neither can it be sold, it is priceless……And only attained by them that understand its source. This is the beauty from the inside-out
You are beautiful-I see your beauty from inside–out, my African Queen, yes you are beautiful
I have searched for unfading and true beauty for decades; Finally, I have arrived at its source,
You are beautiful; don’t let them lie to you, perfect as you beyond man, s imagination
Fearful and wonderfully made, divinely designed just to be you-as you are-on other
How beautiful you are! My Darling, your pure heart spritz forth to the outside,
Your heartbeat speaks the mystery language only known in the world of True Love,
Your eyes behind your veil are as white as dove’s, bringing out the message from the inside.
Your mouth speaks forth the words of healing from the inside to the broken hearted. Your lips drop sweetness and entice me to deep heavenly kisses. Milk and Honey are under your tongue; Your legs describe the pillars of joy to my soul. Your body is like polished Ivory-decorated with diamond and gold, Oh My love, Oh my love-you have the beauty from the inside-out.
You are beautiful-I see your beauty from inside–out, my African Queen, yes you are beautiful
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Anthony Ngabwe Poem
LIBERATION
I am still in chains
Slavery, colonialize and apartheid
Are words you do not want to associate yourself with..
I know you have been emotionally stimulated that you are free
Just illusions, you are still in handcuffs, shackles in your ankles
Meaning-mentally, emotionally and spiritually incapacitated
You are at liberty to walk and speak but still slaveries
Because you are mentally dysfunctional –
Liberation only feeds those that are mentally liberated-so you still a vagabond
Honestly freedom starts in in your mind and spirit
As the man thinks in his heart so is he - yes freedom
I speak to real people-uncover your fake masks
I was trapped for days – FREEDOM was hidden behind a closed door
Thinking it was locked and never really opened the doors to my freedom
Country finally free but people still in bondage – we still buying people
Slavery never left us, 20-50 000, 100 million countless,
These were not numbers; there were souls that we dealt with
25 years of FREEDOM, the NAMIB is independent
Promise that a moment of pain is worthy a lifetime of glory
The joy come in the morning-just fight your way through the night
Keep on, keeping on –because his presence gave hope, his purpose gave direction
His commitment gave FREEDOM and his death gave life
They fought through the night - we ran through the days
We matched through the hours –crossed the finished line
The NAMIB STILLMADE IT….
The journey to land of FREEDOM was such a painful one
Were like a women in a delivery room fighting through pain
To deliver a baby called FREEDOM- we never stopped pushing out a life
Our dream of independence inspite of injustices and hindrances
Which we were painted with–we almost fated with it,
We were unfairly denigrated- our dear peace was murdered in cold blood
And was reduced to ashes, our rights contracted a diseases called SLAVERY
Because we had unprotected faith in people we thought were brothers
They were dressed in RACISM – our freedom was laying dead on our soil
Our blood was shade, running out like running waters
They killed many of us in our land
But they could not kill the dream to LEBERATION
The stomach of our immersions become so hungry for peace
The dead bodies of our brothers declared victory
The blood transmitted the information into our hearts-
We were rejuvenated within
Bruise and broken, we went on the chase for LIBERATION
Which costed BLOOD NOT BREAD – FIGHT NOT Freight
Our independence was not a gift or a favor from the colonist - But our right
We were not granted- but we earned it, we paid for it, we suffered for it,
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INDEPENDENCE-NEO-COLONIZATION
(WHAT ABOUT US)
Physically free, but most of us are still mentally incapacitated
We all cheer on 21 March
No chains on our arms – no shackles on our ankles
Independence a pre-conceived idea of freedom
To fight for the true cause-for the causers are the true enemies
Physically free, but now questioning the mental status and spiritual levels
Never mind, let us all cheer and shout – freedom!!!
What about us!
Time to look back and merry collectively
Yet success and awards are individual
Only boobs will sit idly and blame the government
Desensitizing, Demolition Dependent mind sets
Cause Communion with slave masters lead to neo-colonization
Failure to conceive this hidden agenda, it will cause a man to stubble
What about us!
The born free nothing is for free
Doomed condemned juveniles
Demanding privileges for their pre-requisite failure
Excuses escorting many country and women to their graves
Blood dripping like a virgin giving up her innocence for the man she loves
So that you and me could enjoy the fruit of his/her blood-freedom
Self-sacrifice was and still is the price for freedom
Forefathers and mothers blood was shade for freedom
What about us!
We are the people; we are the government – time to take reasonability
What about us!
Anthony Ngabwe
(Tony The Poet@2014)
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Anthony Ngabwe Poem
You are More than a Friend!
From the first time I knew you - From the first time I met you
Your words, joy, laughter, and peace, were so factual beyond my apprehending
Your inner man, inner beauty and placidness are always out spoken
Your friendship over the years enlighten up my soul, heart and life
Each jiffy I have an opportunity to be in your presence, talk to you, touch your hands
I often do not leave your presence the same-your tender heart often embraces my sorrows
Truly and honestly-You are More than a Friend
People say, friends come and go-For me, true friendship is forever
You have shared your mutual and frank friendship in my life
Despite the distance, silence and absence of your physical being or presences
Your voice and words always whispers in my inner most being
Deeds and words we shared, have built inside our subconscious as eternal memories
Although phantoms self-insecurities have kept us apart all this well,
Just Remember that-You are More than a Friend
Allow me to confess, acknowledge and admit-that fear and doubt
Often hinders us to express our feelings and to share our interior gifts with people we love
But I also highly appreciate your genuineness-your true nature and expression of love
Loving you, being by side and receiving form your deepest inner being is my utmost delight
I will always treasure and cherish our friendship-Because You are More than a Friend
I could not find appropriate way to articulate and convey my feelings and gratitude
But rather than speaking from my heart and through this medium
From my heart-through my talent-means using everything from within
Dearest Friend, I mean everything I said-And said what I mean
Frankly and candidly-You are More than a Friend
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Anthony Ngabwe Poem
My Roots
As dark as charcoal-as dark as rich soil of Africa -
Is the core of my traditional and beliefs – it’s obscure
Knowing that deep beneath my skin, soul and spirit is hidden the lineage
My unborn children and the forgotten ancestors–I cry and search for
The battle between my ancestors and my offspring is exploding within my soul
Ancestors are battling and asking –will your children remember us, our names
Pardon me, your seer of spirits and custodian of our culture–chant to ancestors
I beg you to utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors
You that lay beneath my skin – you that runs in my veins
Speak to me grandfathers, how did express love to your wife
Grandfather what was the root of your faith and how did you pray -
Before the white man told you who your God should be – please initiate me
It will be outrageous if my children will perform rituals to the god of this modernization
Grandfather what was your secret of longevity–this generation is perishing prematurely
What was the root of your morals and how did you humble yourself before your architect
Did you also share the calabash of good traditional wine to your neighbors because -
I live in a greedy and selfish generation, who would even poison their neighbor to get everything
I beg you; you bear of children-utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors
Our roots will not revive or remembers themselves – unless we chant them
Who cares in this careless age – no roots just rotten, no fears just fictions –
I care so much of my roots, traditions, beliefs – so I dig deep within so I may feel related again
Your children will not remember you if do not teach them to value your roots and beliefs
Sit around the fire, sit around the dinner table, tell them your roots, your identity and your pride
I can hear my father, grandfather and great grandfather saying my son certain things are worth not forgotten – they are like tree leaves and roots that will heal your running stomach
It is a taboo to ignore what will sustain your society morality, values, ethics and beliefs
I beg you; you bear of children-utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors
By Anthony Ngabwe (Tony The Poet)@2015
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Dependence and independence
(Humanity verses individualism)
The independence from dependence is the soul core of human affliction
The disconnection of the soul, mind and body is equal to death penalty
But liaison of waters to the roots speaks of the strength of the tree
The harmony of man’s heart to mind speaks of his actions-the scuffle within
Though it is our perpetual battle to reconcile our flesh to our spirit
Because without each other-life will drown in meaningless- cataclysm
Ecosystem of human mind, heart, soul and spirit-could be the answer to all
The independence from dependence is the soul core of human infirmity
Reacting to symptoms, diverting from the cause-the pride of man to be self-god
You will always be a slave in one-way or the other; our only sights are effects
Illusive freedom like sinking sands leading to hell and high water-caused by smugness
Dwindling within the skin, veins attached to my flesh, red blood flowing through-
Simplicity in complex, the unit and dependence of human body within itself
The day a soul can function normal without a body– that is day of individualism
The independence from dependence is the soul core of human disorder
Individualism, gender equality, fatherless and motherless society-cause of disorder
At Jiffy when marriage because minority to money, and a child is raised by neutral woman
Governed by no marital cords, submission is for the weak so she says-money answers all.
She cuddles whomever her desires crave for, driven by passion without purpose – devious
Walking in the shadows of reality, covering shame with make-up, eyelashes, and artificial hair
Self-blinded, becoming self-demon, possessed by iniquities of Genesis 3-self-gods or becoming
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I do not know how and I do not know why - why you did this to me
You left without a word-you left me in wonders, wondering why
You left beautiful memories- yet should I regret meeting you
You left, yet you said our love is laughter, lighter and life -but I lost your lead
You left your love in my heart - longing for your touch and your taste
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I do not have money and I do not have a car-but I know I loved you
I do not understand why and I cannot see how, hoping to see you soon
I do not know how and I do not know why-when something is leaving
You cannot see it, I feel like laughing but I started to cry, hilarious
I do not appreciate or apprehend the pain partnering my past-predicaments
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I wish all we had, was but a dream, why should love hurt so much
I wish all people could not just fall in love, but I stay in love with much patience
I wish all vows made and promises uttered, were met to be, oh my love it hurts
I wish all the kisses and touch we had were just in psychic – just hallucinations
I wish all you say and do were in coheres-it hurts that your beauty is not in truth
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I left all my playboy games, because I believed in the truth of your love
I left all, for you left all for me, you stood rejection from your family for us
I lefts all my fears and tears at the mountain-where my help comes from
I left all your fears in faith that the Lord is keeping safe in his presence
It was a blessing to have you for a while in my arms-my life has turn around
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I put my word in the air for you – the truth is you are beautiful-beautiful
I write my word in the sky for you-the truth is you are a woman of virtue
I put my life on line for you-the truth is you are a great wife to be-proverb 31
I put my light in the dark for you-the truth is you are a diamond, very precious
Though you left, you taught me great lessons and left me a better man - exquisite
He who finds you, finds a wife and receives favor from the Lord, always love you
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
BY ANTHONY NGABWE
(TONY THE POET@2014,12,)
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Anthony Ngabwe Poem
My Apology
At times we run out of words
Sorry may never be enough in -
Acknowledging our faults
Our shortcomings covers us with fear
So we hide in caves-covered in wounds of failure
Today I have strength to say sorry
Hoping to obtain mercy
Hoping to be forgiven for all our and my shortcomings
We are Folks with faults
Life is faultless but folks who live that life are not flawless
Dig deeper into my soul and spirit-you still find iniquities
I can speak right but spit self-righteousness
Even the truth I am telling you-
Is just a lie that is engraved beneath my skin
My actions are often just a reaction to my dysfunctional
The battle of mind between apprehending and application
Hoping to obtain mercy
Hoping to be forgiven for all our and my shortcomings
At times the bed I sleep on was just created for me
But they say as you prepare a bed-so shall you lay on it
I was taught a perpetual lie as the truth-born in error
Raised from dysfunction environment-trying to be functional –
In my words and actions – often come short
I have been drinking from my ancestral calabash before conception
So I perpetually walk in error-because I always look back
I speak with sincerity hoping to rise into perfection
My ability and disability are at war
Hoping to obtain mercy
Hoping to be forgiven for all our and my shortcomings
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