Best Brotherson Poems
African embodied in a birth of a nation,
I do apologize for my lateness in my African time
To the only goddess of Mother Nature in her smell of sweet
Grains of mountainous African mahogany, fruits; mahlatswa, ditshidi.
Picking up well blended colored African butterflies
Flies wild in to the bushes that shines whiteness and blackness for them
It’s in their juvenile minds; culture was just a small concept on them
Oh! Cocooned birth of Mopane worms, dinato
Brought taste of luck, bitter
Well green locust on green trees such a green leaf
Molapong maloba,sharing a small hunt of my brothers,
On a trapper sogarnished
Se laga, ka thiya dinunyana tse pedi tse taro
Singing songs of well initiation man
Counted few hours and months...Just away to a breath of a fresh soil, mobu!!
Domestically women prepared food for my brotherson ahunch ofa meal
Bare ke le sogana, bogwera boipeile hlere
Cut beneath feed left ancestor’s food prints
And I looked upon long trees and I saw eyes of watered seas
That initiated perfectwomen hood; mosadi eseng leshaedi ka mitsha,
Maloba, maobane a intiramona ga bedi ga raro kakgwelaa maikutlong a bonna
Civilized primitive birth in my African indigenousness embodied metoday, tomorrow to live to tell the
Tales, that merogo was such an expensive dish
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TRANSITION POETRY is a deep in true substantial obscurity of science in fiction, dreams in spatiality to bring sense to the world about the world in poetic form. Reality steps that it’s spiritually capturing glimpses of life in the most aspheric Dadaism, surrealism in its impression of metaphysical poetry. POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>A mothers son was taken away,
To live with Grand Parents not that far away.
Im sure it must have been a hard thing to do,
To know you have a son that cant live with you.
Im not to sure i could be that strong,
To go through life and not reclaiming your son.
I know the reasons must have been hard to undestand,
By this young man, trying to comprehand.
As one of his brothers, it took me twenty_four years,
To know we were related, to try and understand his fears
That he must have went through every day as a child.
Not known his parents, not hearing thier call.
But through all of this, he has grown up proud and strong,
Never once condeming, but excepted what went wrong.
To me that shows character,thats above and beyond,
I know in my moms heart, she had reclaimed her son.
For it was in tear filled eyes she told me one day,
George is your brother, but she could never say.
She told me she loved him in a very special way,
And that she was sorry it took so long for this day.