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5/18/2018 7:51:35 AM
Greetings Soupers	Very busy enjoying my freedom called,"Any way of writing a poem." Trying to serve the purpose of communicating through poetry much as I enjoy what I call my own. Not being tied down to form is worth noting since it only deprives a poet of his/her poetic freedom. Writing as if the art of poetry is being innovated by you today is the best poetic art to enjoy. Hey, adapting your poem to existing forms denies you a bit of creativity since much of your time is consumed by the process of conformity.
5/23/2018 1:53:34 AM
AN AFRICAN ROSE	AN AFRICAN ROSE When I stood my face, to steal a glance You stood your face, to steal a glance When I catched the thief, catching a thief You arrested me, I chained you The sun had just dropped, I had not eaten My mother's full pot, but yawns and yawning Turning myself eye popped, my skin bed cold Through the black dark, cockroaches looked afraid As the sun showered her face, I washed mine I went into the Kraal, took my Masai and Simba No time to eat gruel, to the gold field to mine Again I saw you, how to let you mine As you climbed to fetch, I said ouch! As acacia thorns bit your knee, I said ouch! Ooh, my African Rose, you kill minus swords The gap in your mouth grains, way for laughter The river in your creamery coopers, full of mills The hill that follows you, whenever you move The fibers above your height, not human fossils edited by Moses Makhakha on 5/23/2018
5/30/2018 7:46:56 AM
AN AFRICAN ROSE	Excellent compliment Regina. Thanks
5/30/2018 7:54:05 AM
KUKHU NALIAKA	Kukhu Naliaka today, I must echo your heroine For your successful motherhood, you carried a dozen Despite the fact say, your belly needed food Truly you sacrificed full, to carry my father then While many thought of, bread blue band and tea My dad you fed of, products of your starves Grandmother on your back, him as you weeded fee Out of many you fought, to milk for your calves The story the story, strong after he left her I thought she'd fail, for a lover you lost In Seventies you're sorry, but still a wrestler Kukhu Naliaka not frail, still on and most In your old age I echo, the legacy of your tummy For not carrying food, but good for generation And the way you took, to teach us the manners Of value you stood, firm as vice your negation Your long-term dress you say, a chest could hole For you gave value to need, and prioritized the wants All that bought bicycles, long in the red earth sole Ahsante for you brought, many to marry our mums I pray shall you stay, to realize your dream The most expensive shoe, for a woman you're true Your epoch lacked slay queens, my aunts so true Kukhu Naliaka your foe, shall age and go thro'
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