Thabang Ngoma

I’m a failed poet 
A bowled out game of cricket
A boiled nugget in a poetrysoup to market 
I rule my lines straight like a wicket
I am an insane bullet
On a collision course with a stuffed Muppet
Take me seriously like a moving target
You’ll find me famously like a flaming rocket
Reading a moment then leaving a comment
Never meant to torment

Did I draw your face
In my heads endless space
As I write with an unguarded hand
I paint vividly with my free mind
I draw you in and once within
And begin to take you on a thrill like a trampoline
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Makama Avatar
April 17, 2015 at 12:01 PM
A wonderful Ode to yourself spiced with rhymes.... the beauty of your words tickle lots of fancy in me. Great write on a lovely page.
Roper Avatar
April 10, 2015 at 4:22 PM
:) ? There has to be some positive somewhere. :) Blessings Eve
Ngoma Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 4:18 PM
Hi Eve...thank you for your optimism, I guess this is a bit of dark humour, just a bit nervous about writing about oneself, that's all...cheers.
Allison Avatar
April 10, 2015 at 3:23 PM
love the humour here and the interesting imagery Thabang - good luck in the contest
Ngoma Avatar
April 13, 2015 at 4:18 PM
Hi Jan...many thanks bud, not an easy feeling putting yourself out there...cheers.
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