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Best Poems Written by Matshidiso Mosia

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I Am Blessed

I am blessed, I am loved
 His grace and mercy upon my life
 Is greater than the universe’s dimension
 And all of Earth’s demission and demotion
 Won’t keep me from my life devotion 

I am blessed yes it’s true
 His protection and fortification
 Is stronger than the world’s defenses
 In all the enemy’s attempts for my distraction
 And the corruption disrupting my trail
 Can’t obstruct me from my deliverance 

I am blessed and adored*
 His affection and devotion to me
 Extends beyond pacific leans
 All deceptions and confusions in my track
 Won’t extract me from his Compassion

I am blessed and so are you
 His love I am so eager to share
 I was extruded to excellence
 By my tutor a giant convection
 To convey his vast press

Lord, I have been blessed,
 Not only was I blessed,
 But I have been divinely favored

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The Price of Salvation

Oh!!How great is Jesus’s love for a sinner
You graced me with your love and mercy
The gesture that I love to treasure 
Obtained with the blood that’s costly

 He was Shamed and disgraced for our iniquities
Insulted, stripped, and crowned with pinches  
All that for you to escape your verdict 
Repent for you were purchased pricy  
  
Brethren’s how big the price of salvation
Deliverance from my sins and sorrows 
How fragrant how marvellous the glory 
How excellent how vast the victory  

I rejoice to serve my Jesus 
I am humbled by salvation  offered 
Before I meet him my life was hollow 
I encountered Jesus whose life is holy 

I’m transformed with strength from above
Given wing to fly like an Eagle 
And today I chant with glory
Hallelujah your name is supreme

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A Precious Toy

Oh! What a day, a perfect day
 Something is found, as the game is plaid,
 Something precious and something good,
 A precious toy with heart and soul

Here‘s a day with quite a spirit
 A cetin man must buy some (purity)
 While a cetin woman is quite exhausted
 She tries to speak but make no sense
 Oh! What the hell its wealth a while,
 They are all relived it went so well.

Oh!!! What is that, a new world warrior
 With a crocodile’s heart and the spirit of
 A cat, and that’s because he’s a mix of both
 A dangerous mixture you’ll ever face, in
 His body run’s the blood of cannibals.

I talk about a wild beast, with shining eyes
 Like twinkling stars, nails as sharp as Uncle Leo pat
 Teeth as strong as ant Lacosta,
 He’s a big cat in the sense of the word, but I can
 Argue that he’s a croc as well,

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Happy Day

Thirteen years ago I was blessed
With a gift that became my life zest
Its bliss I am grateful to God

I’m astonished by the advancement 
The beauty of this venture 
It’s a vast Glee

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Its a Beautiful Day

The sun is cheerful, birds are whistling 
Grass is green for the beasts to feed on
Torrents flow down the streams   
Broods frolicking on the path 
It’s a beautiful day

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Wings To Fly

If there were wings,
 Wings for me to fly,
 If I could fly high, into the sky
 Beyond the blue sky would I fly

If there were wings
 Wings for me to fly
 If simply I could,
 I would fly and leave the pain behind,
 I would fly and never come back.

If there were wings to fly
 I would fly up high above
 The mountains
 I would fly and never look back.

Oh! Wings protection of a bird,
 Why don’t you take me beyond
 Where there is no hatred tears or sorrow
 Save me from this world’s pain and suffering

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Splendid Women

Splendid women
 Out of a dingy rearing
Obscure and silenced 
 The pain of desertion 
  A mean decision    

Splendid women 
Your life has progressed
A giant procurement 
For your current enjoyment     
A price is proclaimed 


Splendid women
It’s been such a jaunt
More rush than of a joint  
The gold of the giant
 A vital ramble 

Splendid women 
Gaze at the portrait they gave you
Obnoxious and incensed 
An enormous deception 
 Portrays a bogus depiction  
	
Splendid women
I sense your sting 
You gave your all
Till you’re left with nil 
I recite your tale  
For the realm to grasp

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Bereavement

Bereavement is a pain,
 Worse than being lashed or chained
 It crushes and destroys you mind
 No one for it is trained,

By it every path is drained
 And every learner’s book is stained
 Nothing is left, not even a grain
 For you to plant after the rain

You are lucky you are not slain
 Or pushed out into a drain
 There will be nowhere for you to claim
 Even if you fell with a plane

Bereavement is a pain
 That tares your heart and soul apart
 It banes your flash and leave you ash
 No one will dare escape from it,

Running from it only makes it worse
 You’ll even wish you faced it soon
 Having being suppressed and looked for long
 Makes it wild like bruised Elephant

It’s a matter of time before it explode
 And blow up on your face
 And then you’ll truly understand
 That this world is not for you to gain
 It for you to get a strain,
 Until you join the zombie- match.

Bereavement is a disaster
 Worse than earthquakes and flutes
 It shakes your world and flushes your trust
 No one will rescue you from it

Its thunder rows like a hungry lion,
 The storm it makes is excruciating
 The time it’s over
 You’ll witness the damage, your eyes, your body,
 Your soul, will tell it all 

Bereavement is a torture
 Worse than the rack and electric shocks
 No one will persevere the pain

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Sentimental

I keep this beaded earring, 
its something  preserved  from the past 
Today it doesn’t hold any value  

That’s to those who think only of the coin
To me it of paramount prominence,   
It belongs to my nana    
Its of sentimental significance   

This jewel that is in my pouch 
Smooth, Black with white dots 
Can’t be sold like diamonds and ruby’s 
Was given to me by my father as a little girl  

It reminds me of the man he was 
Though it can’t make me instantly rich 
It holds the memory of a giant 
I always have it with me 
It is to me sentimental  

This yellow blanked in my closet 
Not as fluffy as when my grandma wore it
Today its used in my kids‘s bed at night 
I’ve been told to toss it in the bin
Though it looks tatty to most 
To me it is sentimental

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Love Unexpected

I told myself a long time that past
That never will there be a day in my life
After my heart was broken and I broke a heart 
I’ll never give my heart to another 

But as a lot of things I’ve come to realize
Meters of the heart can’t be planed 
I fell yet deeply for another 
Oh how I love this man