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Ookeditse Alefeng Poem
I am a poet
I am a healer
a real pain feeler
I don't inject
or give pills
to take 2, 3 times a day
but I undress the truth
to stich pieces of a torn heart
and un-blind the closed eyes
I'm a word spoken,
a man chosen
with a heart unfrozen
and words unbroken
I am story book
of a thousand contents,
pain and joy intertwined
tears and fears
colliding at the edge of smile years
my word is medical,
healing remedies,
my words
are meals prepared
to feed hungry earth souls
I am a poet
I am a healer
my obsequiousness
to worship crying souls
is a definition
of why my pen bleeds to paper
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Ookeditse Alefeng Poem
Silently sitting alone
echoes the unheard noises
roars the unknown voices
secretly whispering to my ears
slowly I'm crowded by fears
the great grandfather told me
Heavens are calling for divine destiny
trying to listen to the calling,
I'm destructed by falling
to opposing voices
leaving me clueless to million choices
Should I bow to earth whispering
or follow the biblical scriptures and dance
to melodies of heavenly rhythms?
iniquities are my daily habit
for wrongs ways are my hobby
On the tick of the clock I've been bad,
for years making them sad
as I rejoiced in their tears
that made me very glad
but the heavens are calling me
A war had begun
the darkness have baring combat
against the Heaven's calling
heard and known by mouthpiece of God.
I cogitate much of iniquities
How we cuddle and get lost in earthly things,
clueless about my fate (hell or Heaven?)
the Heavens are calling me
a lion of Judah roars,
My God full of agility and strength
to save a soul from hell
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Ookeditse Alefeng Poem
The murmurs of my heart silently screamed;
"love her not for she's a fierce dragon"
Yet the roar of my thoughts whispered;
"love is in the air"
As I got dragged by thousands thoughts
to the deeper crazy pit of sorrow
slowly drowning my thoughts I had to follow
never was I aware,
foolishly slapping my fragile heart
Till that noon,
when the night hid behind the moon,
beyond repair my soul bulldozed so soon,
11th hour regrets
for not listening to my MURMURING HEART
Copyright © Ookeditse Alefeng | Year Posted 2016
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