Best South Africa Poems


South Africa

Listen to the jazz instrumentals of Masekela,
as you take red wine outside a thatched
shelter in a beach in the Western Cape.

Enjoy a hearty meal of bobotie (meatloaf), 
chakalaka (a spicy vegetable relish),
tomato bredie (a lamb and tomato stew),
potbrood (pot bread), 
melktert ( dessert)......
and other forms of cuisine;
have a siesta in the canvas tents,
then you visit the misty mountains
of the Magoebaskloof.

To feel at one with nature,
visit Limpopo, and get lost in the awesomeness
of sighting elephants, lions, rhinos.....
You'll see baobab trees stretching their branches
to the red, setting sun;
get dazzled by the Limpopo river's majestic
flow to the Indian Ocean.

Introduce yourself to all kinds of dialects and people;
Africans, Dutch, Indians, and Malaysians.
Watch their traditional dances,
and listen to their folklore - it will remind you
we are from the same Womb; Earth.

See Nelson Mandela in people's smiles and way
of doing things in the cities, streets, and towns.

Listen to South Africa's unifying anthem,
as you take a ship back home......

Premium Member The Late Humorous Mandela

THE LATE HUMOROUS MANDELA

The late former President Nelson Mandela,
Was known as an extremely humorous fella,
A respected freedom fighter and leader,
Referred to her Majesty as Elizabeth, amusing many a reader.


ENTERED FOR EDUCATE ME WITH HUMOR – LEADER CLERIHEW POETRY CONTEST

24/1/2019

Dear fellow soup readers and judges. Having realized that line 4 did not adhere to competition rules I have edited and changed it.

Premium Member A Scarf From South Africa

Someone had left a scarf from South Africa.
It was on the table - a square one.
A lion was looking out from it,
its teeth on show.

My plane hadn't left yet,
so my eyes were drawn to lion eyes,
and how it stared at me -
a visitor.

I had loved my holiday...
Why does a fortnight go like lightning?
I was a stranger all that time...
The lion knew.

It had been made in South Africa
on a loom in someone's bedroom,
but its eyes were the eyes of a real lion.
It wanted me to go.


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4/3/2017

Contest  - A STUNNER 2017

Sponsor - Line Gauthier

2nd place win
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Christmas Wish List

I
Wishes that you find peace, the Hebrew Shalom
For it includes well-being, being WHOLE-some
One need not have religion when one has Shalom
So my deepest desire this Covid year, for everyone
To heal by sharing how you love another, and pray:
For me and my ministry in Newtown, South Africa
Pray especially for women and children, gossiper
About abuses here, I have been, Not today
I just ask: Think of places of abject need - for "play"
That the Creator intended; relaxing in a healthy way
But lest I preach, I wish for more of your poetry about
Many, many poets know it their words lift HOPE out
From the morass Humans find themselves in
Then spend a little time 'fore and aft' Christmas, within

II
Ask oneself this: who puts first breath in newborns?
Or tells them to cry, or send lips after nipples?
If that's too elementary ask thyself: How do I blink
Who tells my eyelids to open, shut, dodge, avoid specks?
And as important, who BEATS MY HEART when I'm asleep?
Why does it not malfunction when I'm at rest, healthy,
Before I have contributed to the wear and tear?
Siblings, whoever and whatever set the planets in safe orbits
Needs a moment of reflection from you & me: with or without a Tree
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Golden House On the Hill

The Autumn sun shone with golden magic
The warmth of the embrace was seen from afar
As I stood along the fence in the valley below

Inside the house are tales akin to tragic
A son had volunteered, never returned from war
The brother, when burgled, lost a limb & elbow

The mother took a job in the town's law practice
Came home too tired, to enjoy bird or flower
Tend her husband, then disabled son in back bungalow

This is the story of every house, of Al & Beatrice
Clark & Diane, Everett & Flo, by year, month, hour!
The house glowing under God's sun, hides tales of woe
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The House of South Africa

...They were the dedicated leaders who endured gigantic sufferings for this house
Their red waters flourished the freedom we are enjoying today 
They rested for good in the pool of blood until were found by their spouse 
Their hearts stood beating, but were beaten ’n bones broken for this way

But people of today depicts not even tiny gratefulness for what they have done 
Today leadership is an opportunity to develop one’s house 
Unlike in the past where leadership was intended at developing the house of S.A
Party manifesto is their only way to steal people’s house and win their position.

Lord have mercy, OUR house is sinking down the drain 
This is not what they have fought for is it?
Change the course of this house into house of fair and plain 
Promote equality, one house, one nation, one kit

In leadership, Lord change the love of money into strong passion 
To change the world into a better house for all in nation not CORRUPTIO


Dispossession

 
a body on a table in middle of Gaza 

        shaft of golden light pierced apex

             from Heart Centre grew a beanstalk 

                onto which InnerChild ascended

saw white sails of boats in blue-green ocean

                     they took our homes away ~

South Africa Xenophobic Insanity

South Africa  xenophobic insanity 

I have a shame to say I am South African now,
Look how barbaric is our fellow citizen are,
What a damage they have caused to our country’s image,
Image that one man spent 24 years in prison to create it,
They call it democracy, how it came they forget,
Dozens of our freedom fighters spent their life in exile,
What is exile we don’t even asked ourselves,
They spent their lives in outside countries illegally,
Fighting for this freedom,
They were treated with respect,
Treated with dignity,
And received any assistance in their endeavor ,
Endeavor to fight for this called SA,
Assisted by them we now call foreigners,

It takes foreign country for us to deliver the export,
It takes the foreign country for us to receive the import,
It takes the foreign country to boost our economy,
Whoever is a refuge must be treated with respect and dignity,
If you know how it feels like to starve, sleeping in cold, killed, suffrage and etc
For once put yourself in their stand,
They are people regardless of their status, legal or illegal,
Help them and love them the way you can,
If you are a human being in right mind,
Listen to their story how they landed in South Africa, their trip,
We are not sure if this democracy will last forever,
What if we starve in future and forced to become foreigners in their countries,
Or we need their assistance, financially or materially,
What about our businesses in their countries?

I believe anyone who is xenophobic is insane and need urgent mental evaluation.
Love your country and other countries as well, 
Love foreigners, help foreigners like you will like to help your neighbor or relative,
I repeat the above lines a million times. Human must feel for human.

Do You Think That South Africa Supplied Russia Munitions

When I keep hearing this song so called "
South Africa supplied  Russia munitions," 
I just laugh loudly ," Huh?Hahaaah! Hahaaah!

Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!"

Political language is hard to understand 
Than mathematics and physics 
Reason why some universities 
Professors 
Turned puppets  
Of some  politicians. 

Don't ever underestimate 
Some politicians in politic games 
Because they can drible you and
You turn to be  
their body guards
With your universities qualifications. 
There is no African country 
Which has capacity 
To supply munitions
to Russia even Ukrain.  

If it was about 
some foods, 
drinks, 
cocoas and 
other fruits 
I could accept because many  
African countries always
 supplied those stuffs 
To so many European countries. 
I know that Usa , France, Germany, China, England and Russia are the biggest supply 
of munitions In Africa. 

By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
 Mussabwa Chris

Snow In South Africa

Snow in south africa
Nothing unusual
These days

The Beauty of South Africa

The Capital Pretoria found in the Gauteng Province, 
holds the Voortrekker Monument located on a hilltop- 
Made of pure granite it was built in nineteen forty-nine, 
all the tourists are intrigued to take a look and stop. 

The most common language in South Africa is isiZulu,
it is spoken by most of the country’s population-
The warmth of the country can be overbearing, 
bordered by the Atlantic, it’s a subtropical location. 

Stellenbosch is a university town in Western Cape province,
surrounded by vineyards and a mountainous steeple-
Oak-shaded streets lined with café’s and boutiques, 
there are art galleries and little shops for the town’s people.

The Western Cape is also the home of The Garden Route,
Paarl is the largest town in the Cape Winelands destination- 
The Cape of Good Hope overlooks the majestic Dias Beach, 
the chameleon waters flow from God’s wonderful creation. 

South Africa’s beauty shines throughout the Earth, 
making it a home to many, giving the world much worth. 


May 1, 2017


Load Shedding In South Africa

When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic flog. 
Leadership has to proof itself by sincere integrity,
or democratic politics become anarchistic misery.
The chances are that everybody stops paying the electric bill,
and those self elected wasters running for the hill. 
The parliament exchanges all day long so many honors like a sugar wand,
pushing responsibilities further and further to dumbfounded stand.
Legislated arrogance creates a memory tread,
when relativities bouncing of the empty head.
When politicians and its sheep’s hunt the savage dream,
prophecies of failure are the current in the stream.

South Africa Salutes Dr Martin Luther King Jr

South Africa salutes Dr. Martin Luther King Jr!




They gunned you down,
on this April day,
all those years ago,

yet you live, you breathe!





They gunned you down,
just as they did Chris Hani and M.K. Gandhi,

and they failed, as they always will,

for they can never kill,

your dream, your ideals.





Your dream, your ideals,

live, and breathe,


still!

Escape To Beauty

I
Excellence in service, equalities
In society: access to every utility
Makes men and me dependent
Until depending on undependables
Makes us meek, mad or uncivilized
But for those accidental attractions

II
Like stars at night, without man's light
Beautiful, delicious darkness
Sets off the diamonds in domed Crown
Sliver of a moon makes memories
Old and new about the heaven, universe
Thank you South Africa (Eskom) for failures
Your corrupt business model takes us back
(to beauty as God meant it for we to see)
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