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Strawberry Sweet

STRAWBERRY SWEET
Strawberry scent
At the picnic place
Late in the afternoon
Birds singing up in the trees
With the joy of spring season`

The basket half empty all the pies gone
Red wine from one glass, but we had two
Leaning on the tree buck
She lay on my lap
Pen and booklet on my palms
A bowel of strawberries she had with her

For every line I jot
Every dream we make
And image of the future we draw
Is rewarded by half fruit dipped in plain yogurt…

The previous night the ground experienced shallow falls. Young grass all covered in dew in the morning of the first Saturday of the season. Pleasant weather it was, for the nature was at joy. It was the day he was waiting for, his day off from the rest of the world but a day to build his world within. Waking up and sent a morning text that says “good morning love, see you later”. By that time she was still enjoying the comfort of the last hour morning nap. She just picked the phone with a smile, as if she knew it saw him. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her arms facing the small ceiling of her apartment, uptown, well-decorated to her likes with white and bright colors that match her smile.

He left his crib and went straight to the city center. With so much life in him, he was walking like he got springs on his legs. Everyone could see that the world was his, as he greeted every man, woman, child, baby and even the pets in the streets. Happy he was, “good morning” he uttered as he lifted his hat a bit. He slid into the bank, folded his long sleeved untacked shirt as he head to the counter. Once more, he greeted, the fair looking lady behind the desk. He was responded by a welcome smile and went straight to business. He was withdrawing money from his savings account. One could notice that he was in the intention of rewarding himself, little they knew.

On the other side of the side, she was expecting a visit, but that morning the feeling was different. She had the baby joy from within she couldn’t explain what it was for. She got off bed with a melody. She had those expectations of an outing and she went straight to freshening everything around the place. With the windows wide open, to let the after rain scent in, she let out her beautiful voice to the world. Hanging on his walls were framed photos of her as the sing leader from high. She was and still has the talent of course. Soon as she was done positioning things around, she went for the shower and had her time in there.

He took his time, making sure everything was done well and well done. He wanted to make a call to tell her they are going out but his gut didn’t allow him. He flipped his leg across and calms balanced on the bicycle seat. That was just a few minutes after he purchased it. It wasn’t like any other bike any young man of mid-twenties would go for. It was the bike of the nineties, the tall simple and slim white wall wheels of our grandfathers. It has a carrier over the rear wheel, wide enough to carry his grocery; he placed his basket, well tightened to not spoil anything. On the front wheel was another flat metal frame like carrier, it has its own purpose too. He began paddling uptown right away.

As she was straightening her hair, looking at herself on the mirror there was a knock, she hurried with a smile. She paused and took a deep breath. On the other side of the door, he waited, with one arm folded and other holding his chin. He tilted his head and his eyes aiming right at the door knob, he couldn’t wait to meet his gaze with hers. Suddenly the door opened, like an angel she did it again, the lady with blue eyes, this time she was bright. She was in her favorite, the rainbow stripped with flat shoes on. He took a step towards her, she did it too, he offered his hand, and instead she let her waist to be wrapped around by him. ‘Princess…’ he said, ‘my Prince’ she responded. Closer he was leaning on and she was running out of breath, at that moment their hearts were beating at the same pace, at once. Her left arm rested on his shoulder, the right side let loose down and palms and fingers interlocked. With the gaze on her sparkling blue eyes, he swiftly went for the ear, he whispered, “let’s go to the park, I see you are already dressed for the occasion already”.

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Thou I Walk Through the Valley of Death, I Fear No Evil

THOU I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH, I FEAR NO EVIL
Stricken but not stripped
Cursed but never coursed
Shot and never block
Stomped but stopped
Broke but never fell
Slapped to be crushed 
And drag down in hell
So you stand there to take a laugh…

Drowning in a pool
To swim I never knew
To scream is like to call for more
Darkness to crave in like Mr Croc
Wiggling and shaking his tale towards me
To consume me as his night meal as he is good at

Fog creeps in
Thick clouds floods in
Lightning making a scar
The sun hides out
Trees glooms on
While the moon shines off

The wolfs may haul
To the tear that cries out
For the blood that splits out
As the sharks and scavengers approaches
Only to see the face… face drop,

But they, not knowing
Not knowing that from within
Deep inside at the core
There in the heart that blobs
Lit a candle

Though smelted down to no form
The top of it shines a flame
Joyfully sings and dances
Like a new born baby seeing his mom coming
And knowing that rich treasures of milk is to be served

The flame, 
That glows in the night
Like a lighthouse at the seashore
That could be seen by sailors from afar
And giving them hope 
That there is life nearby
And the sailing and wriggling is about to be over
Because there is rest

The light,
The light a sign of life 
Life to be alive
Alive and has defeated
Defeated and knocked him out
Because the light never gives up
And though he can take his best shot
Draining all he has and all he could he wont
And he will never
Never as he wishes to turn off
Turn off the light 
Because it was lit from above

And thou I walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil

Author Neo Masetlane

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Love Is War

LOVE IS WAR
Endless war never ending
So fierce, extreme and deadly
Taking place in every part of the body
Where the heart would launch rocket explosives
Pounding like nuclear weapons
Blood stream streaming like the m16 bullets, from a mounted gun
Eyes blink like grenades falling 
Eye balls rotating like automated roof machines
And they look, lock steel like zooming inn with a sniper weapon rifle scope
Hair on the body stands as if the commander is checking his squad
 And the mind, damn
World war six if there is any of that kind
Is like the last stage of an old star
The extreme explosion
The great big bang end
That vaporizes anybody form nearby,
Ending up in a great force that is eternal
Absorbing everything including light,
The black hole
The server that instructs every part of body
Whether intended or not it’s a must
To take actions that open and cuts wounds
Until the eye waterfall runs out
Until the veins are weary
Until the face creates a smiling monument 

Author Neo Charisma Masetlane 
Life Though
GOOD MORNING

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Beautiful

BEAUTIFUL

Adoration, aspect I usually abuse
For I, my, dear would act like a mad man because
I would stare at you like um a statue
Wonders in my mind carrying me away
Taking me time to process every part of you,
I used to claim um an artist, but you proved me wrong
I would just hold still, pencil in my hand, drawing board before me and your photo on the other hand
My eyes glancing at a small piece of paper colored
And after some few hours of silence magically a smile would develop across my face,
And I would pack up my stationary and lie down on bed... thinking
Thinking about the beautiful gorgeous face of yours,
How carefully and slowly they were structured,
Those thick bushy eye brows sprawling out so loud to be seen
Going downwards we have a masterpiece, 
The glowing, hidden sexy brown eyes, preserved only for the special ones
Oh gosh! The nose, (laughs) so cute, and a bit pointy and soft, me like it,
And again, do I really have to say something about the… kgm! (clears throat) lips
How they run so soft, cuddly, babe you the best
Whenever I run mine on yours, slowly and tenderly, I run out of breath
They are like magnets; you are south um North Pole,
The magnetic bonds are high that when they attract each other they won’t let go
Not forgetting medium sized, flat based chin that combines with the jaw bones from the sides and completes the full house contours making up the angelic face

Uhm.. (overwhelmed) to be continued

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My Footsteps

My footsteps 

Looking back at the background 
The footsteps I created 
Memories began to flash back like they are present 
All the deeds and the said thought 
All the vows and promises signed down 
And all those hopes and wishes envied at

With the intention I had and the amour I put on
Back in my mind I knew it wasn't easy but my foolish pride led to it
For the earning of the heart that was beating so dearly I dived in 

But wait, what was I diving into..  I just thought of it now 
I forgot that once the glass is broken not even glue can stick it back 
I ignored my eyes now they have turned into a water fountain 
I stretch my hands forth gosh so much shaking 
Afraid to reflect back it's a nightmare 
Scared to step out, only a string I am left with to hang on 
Windows shut down I might join the wind collision 
Down locked up I might be snatched away 
Roof tightened up to get the sun out um so ashamed 
The remaining heart pieces that blobs within 
That fierce sword that slew it through, no mercy 
Leaving one half, the other side is a mystery 
Every beat, then the silence wait 
Waiting for the response, teardrop 
Tears rolls down for the is no one to comply with 
But dust and dirt down the valley as the eye peeks
Deep down there across the river, 
Beneath the tree, among the green lilies 
There she stands,
And through my mind words flash by, 
Simply saying, love is war...

Author Neo Masetlane
SpacePoet

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Dear Winter

For the longest time, I have been longing,
For your return, my dear are you lodging, 
Months and days I have been standing looking from afar...
In the distance, all I see Is the mirage 
Dark skin toned is my reflection on the mirror 
My back is all scorched up
The hydrogen twins and their sister oxygen have cried out...
Just because of that cruel brother of yours,
So fierce like hell didn't, even say hello this morning 
You said he will bring ice cream, guess what, He bought lava cream! 
All the green turned brown and dragging the hands on the ground.
All we see is dust and crust, it's all red and the waves of his friend 'El Nino', Winter please come back we are perishing.
I remember those days when we were doing dress up from head to toe,
Those nights we used to cuddle in bed together having hot chocolate watching a movie, 
And that morning, we would bask in the sun and rubbing each other's hands Winter, swidy please come back...
I'm drying up...
Melted down...
And just about to evaporate my breath out, just show me your face!
I miss you, 
I need you,
Please come and rescue me 
Dear winter, I just pray Summer won't burn this letter into ashes before you see it.

Space-Poet

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There She Stands

THERE SHE STANDS
Angels flowing passing by
Descending and ascending
As the sun rise 
And the rays reach in 
As I turn around in the morning
Met her face 
Eyes open, nose lit up and a desirous smile to sum it up
Heart beats
Tenderly but softly 
Joyfully and silently
For that particular moment
The moment she is here

Angels flowing, passing by
Descending and ascending
Face up, and face drop
Why the gloomy one
As the sun sat down
Tear rolls down
Heart ponders
Fiercely as if at war
For the after passing moment
Where distance counts in
And the innerings cries as they dry off
As they are halved into two
And they complement to the empty

Angels flowing, passing by
Descending and ascending
In the deep valleys
In the glittering rays of the rising sun
When I take a look at afar 
In the morning dew
Sparkling like diamonds
Beautifully As ever
There she stands…

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Love Letter To An Angel

LOVE LETTER TO AN ANGEL 

It may be a letter, a poem, a book entitled, "his love life" 
She is the angel in his Sunday school book with wings of valor 
White touch of halo on the edge of time, she's so divine... 
The streets are paved in gold whenever she glides through them 
Her hair flips in multi shades gold, in my wantin' dreams of her 
Her closet is full of goods and I only wish I could be understood... 
If I could reach her with a letter, I'd send it to her, P O Box" heaven" 
I'd give it to a post man or the famous astronaut from NASA's leaven 
She is against all odds, with beauty of wits and no flaws 
She is an age old symbol of a beauty that never dies 
When water runs down her skin, she glitters like morning dew 
with twists and slides she rides down my mind's sweet avenue 
Nothing can define her, my sweet angel 
Luminous and ethereal, she's an angel of God ! 
Let the meteors have their run across the atmosphere to draw her near 
Let the show of shooting stars crown her chest with jewel like chandeliers 
I for one will wonder til' the sun abasses in the east what precious fiat 
she achieves, and in my dreams I'll wish I was there with her... 
Maybe on Christmas day the Santa that she knows will deliver my message 
Addressed to P.O.B. my heart, then she'll know, how much I admire her. 
The End. 

Written by; Neo Masetlane and Mystic Rose
January 25, 2017

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Friends In High Places

FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES

So much for the laughs 
Late night chats
Never ending teasing, and name callings
Like brothers and sisters of one
Like we were born at once

So much of tagging along
Long distance walking
But never having enough
One in trouble is all in trouble
One’s sad story is comedy for us all

But they that are always on the lookout
At every moment of our lives they are by our side
With so much care, never ending love
Never to care about where we are from 
Never to keep a record of our flaws

For at a time wept
Out loud cried in agony 
Of the piercings, stabbing scratching and heavy load
Slapped, splatted and denied on spotlight
But stretched out his arms to let the waterfall of his blood flow down
Without a thought of hesitation, no turning back he fulfilled it

At the cross up high they hanged a friend 
The king who stepped to my place
The author of love and compassion
My friend from high places took my place
That slot was mine, the debts were mine
I never asked Him but he did it anyway

And now every second of my life I look unto Him
My very friend of high places
I cannot repay him but I just thank Him
And His smile brightens my way
My Friend Jesus

Author Neo Charisma Masetlane