Long Braveness Poems

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Falcon

falcon
i took off like an eagle
from the den of experiences
now i fly like a falcon
with a speed in wisdom
as i roll like a lion 
i need no sleep like 
a fish either 
am i restless like
a sleeping dog 
life has been a teacher 
all my life time 
so i thought i could be 
just a student 
in it mighty class 
cos i once saw a future 
with an eye of an eagle 
while i ascend to 
transform from the old 
to a new me falcon


falcon
i have been up to something
despite i don't know exactly
what the out come will bring 
but i know my direct won't 
blow me away in vanity
 the more i live 
i see alot not so clear 
to my person everywhere
while i grow with Questions
i also know all my answers
don't lie so much on the 
lips of men 
is not a lie when 
the lips of nowadays are 
full of dirtyness in bounch 
of lies 
so i chose my truth 
as i transform in spirit 
not only with the body 
i can heal and help 
the world 
cos all we do wrong or 
right today comes 
from with in 

falcon
the transformation of life 
takes time 
time heals alot in life
so i realise? how much 
i can live in times when
realising how much has 
been robbed with in my 
soul 
while i live in fear
as i watch in braveness
i need no height of 
high ambitions
either am i so high 
on getting close to 
devalue what brings 
values to life 
so when you are too 
ambitious in life 
sooner or later 
your home will 
become the grave yard

falcon
like the power of a bird 
i fly so high like a falcon
i fly above the illusion
of the soul 
i clear my mind off above
all that eats up my 
questions of life 
my why? never stop 
is not easy to be in 
a state of sensitivity
while the world see 
you insane
so i transform from 
an eagle to a desperate
falcon 
above my high clouds
i can not only fly 
but i am able to live
above humans
destructive illusion
at the end of the day
Form: Epic


Terror

He made me look at my insecurities with braveness 

His hands of abuse could not scare me 

So, I kept quiet and only gave him an eye and said a short prayer while his voice went over the roof top as he shouted to impress those who were watching 

Little did he know that I survived 
I survived terror, trauma and a worst deal of pain 

At that very minute nothing could hurt me more than he could 
My fear became my strong point!

My laughter at heart was giggles having a deep eye interaction conversation with a monster 

His hormones were not at a steadiness but in rage
His voice was more certain than the loud music I used to be played and all my myth became my truth 

At that moment he became a published book of bad errors and mistakes with a poor grammar 

This was so rare to me that his desirable rage was filled with hurt and that it could be academically awarded a medal for a movie displaying right in front of my eyes 

A rare me was more certain than desirable to see nakedly how the devil looks in soul 

He was terror, trauma and a great deal of pain but I could not break but survive 


Poet 
Masego Nkuna
Form: Narrative

Mind over matter

Mind over matter 
It been a long way coming
Yet am still counting more days 
I have crossed my cross 
Yet am still crucified on my steps 
I keep paying my dues 
My head remains focused on nature 
Yet life never leave me wanting
I feel the loves I see the hates on my way
I take the blames for my deformities 
I share no grudge with my time 
I let peace be my shield
Yet am still misunderstood
My kindness taken for weakness
By those I call my own 
It been a long way coming 
So no disappointment is new in my life anymore
I knew how green the green snakes looks 
On my green grass 
So I always buckle my shoes an iron soul
Cos I can't cry no more 
My days has taught me how to keep strong
My tears has shown me the deep side of braveness
Despite My journey continues with 
Mind over matters
Form: Epic

Sir Captain Himself

He’s the captain in a one ball game,

He’s a childish guy like they are all sage and same.

Friends call him captain,

Armored with braveness and his group of ten.

 

He’s the captain whom you ever like,

He makes good friends like that guy called Mike.

He sometimes create a screeching sound,

It’s painful in my ears like a tortured guy who is drowned.

 

He’s brave and that’s a strange fact!

Whenever he has problem, he doesn’t want to be backed up.

He zips his mouth like a baby fed with a bottle of milk,

He doesn’t want to talk about it like a useless quiet silk.

 

He’s puts C in the word COLOR!

He brightens everyone like a lightning valor.

He is in fact our captain!

That turbo guy is wrongly thought to be our villain.
Form:

Eyes Open

She is someone that I don’t like at first,

Eyes are round big like those orange good thirsts.

She makes faces like I don’t understand?

Eyes fiery open like no one can’t stand.

 

She’s with two girls walking in the aisle,

Fiercer faces of braveness are walking in a mile.

They so hate her because they don’t about know her.

She is a likely villain like a one creep sorcerer.

 

Day after day, I get to know so much of her,

She is a lovely childish girl who can’t be so err.

Maybe no one would quite understand what she really is,

Sweetly to tell she’s an honest one who ever don’t want to be missed.

 

Better open their eyes and see hers,

She is a dazzling one like those notably airs.

I opened my eyes and see the real her,

She dazzles me fine like a white robe of fur.
Form: Rhyme


New Voices

New voices
From a distance
stand a new kinds
So strong on their ground 

 circumstances surrounding them 
That they don't fear

beyond the eye 
They see ahead of time 
So Now they voice a vision
While they oppose an illusion

A mission they sure 
Are on one as it is

The people don't understand them
Some now do but they are called poor

For this voices speaks words
Not familiar to made men

Braveness well shown on them 
So it come as they are of a 
New generation of now 
The old of now 
they are here to change
May be through them 
history is 
About to change hands

Above all that is popular 
They live above the knowledge 
Of popularity 

Doe still trying to survive 
The system now 
 Surviving  to show a  deferent
Positive side of life
That oh that 
The world don't want to hear now
For truth so bitter

The life's now so ugly
So this voices are here 
For a change 

Words so rare is the language 
They voice to wake up the world

Every where u could hear them
Around you may be 
You might have had them 
May be some one you know or not
If you ever hear those new voices
I advice take a moment 
open up your mind 
For is not of vain hearing this 
New voices
Form: Epic

Midnight Candle

Midnight candle
It took a long day 
To get a dark night 
It took too many quest beyond human
For one to pray 
It took alot bloodshed 
To call on nature to save our curse
This I don't understand 
So I let the candle light on 
Cos it took alot to be with a light 
The innocent bleeds out here 
The world is so cold everywhere 
We are not sure when it ends 
When they are ready for war 
It took us alot to get here 
It took a long day 
To get a dark night 
So I let on the 
Midnight candle 


Midnight candle
It took a long night 
To see the sun rise 
It took alot fears 
To understand the important of braveness
It took alot evil 
To understand that peace is deep 
It took us alot time to 
Remain in ignorance
Swimming in the pool of confusion
Drowning in the sea of lies 
Captivated by strange force's
It tooks us a long years 
To be perfect in line 
The same lines not inline with our souls 
How many of us are who we are supposed to be
How many of us are really happy
With our reality 
How many yes how many 
It took us so long 
To live in fear of the unknown
It took the sons and daughters of Zion
Too long to unite and heal a their dying world 
So let me keep up the light in peace 
It took a long day 
To get a dark night
So I let on the 
Midnight candle
Form: Epic

The Wounded Lion

The wounded lion
There was a calamities
In his land 
The brutality of bad politics
Keep burning down 
His home town 
Time keep passing
Yet this circumstances
Never change 
He grew up watching 
The rain of fire befallen
His community
This all was an influence
To his braveness
Cos I remember he once said 
No matter what the eyes see 
It can't shed blood but tears 

The wounded lion 
As time passes 
He grew up to a man 
He grew up fearless 
Cos what more can he see 
To be scard 
In an genocidal community
What more can he lose 
After losing his land 
So his mind was made up 
To defend his land 
Yet he was hurt 
So badly  hurt 
So sad that out there 
He was fear 
Yet more sadly they he 
Was killed by his own people 
So on this  quest 
I understood the words of the old 
I see clearly why the old say to me 
When you fight for your people
Reserve a hand for the people 
From your people who will
Fight you for fighting for them
Form: Epic

The Lady In a Nice Dress

We both met in a wrong place but in a right time.

We were collided magically to make such stupid crime.

You wear a nice dress every single day of your life,

No wonder your hubby loves you for being such a cool wife.

 

You easily get piss if someone messes you up,

Vicious wrath comes out when you are all fired up.

You make simple things into a greater one,

This is why many of us believe that you are an incredible one!

 

You’re sweetly different from the rest!

Your braveness inside is truly the best!

I’ve heard a lot of stories coming from your lips,

So much well! Thanks for your recommendable tips.

 

I haven’t met someone who is so much like you!

You’re a person who doesn’t give a silly single clue.

What we see to you is what we really get!

You’re my good friend that I will never forget.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Tribute To Todd Beamer 9-11

Dear Todd,

Thank you for saving so many lives in
Washington , DC.
A true American, you!
It’s heroes exactly like you.
Who make me so proud of this land,
As I stand under the red, white and blue!

“Let’s Roll,” you told your team!
As your stormed the cockpit, full of our
enemies, a nightmare, not a dream.
The terrorists had to fight your scheme.
Those devils crashed it into Shanksville.
And thus, saved DC, it stands there still!

We do not understand  your strength.
We fear being patriotic at any length.
We are not thankful for your deed.
The country forgot freedom is but a seed.
I pray this country is once again, whole.
Where we, like you, do the right thing,
And with your braveness and courage, say..
“ Let’s Roll!”


With thanks, from my red,white and blue heart!
Panagiota Romios,family and friends 

                       9/11/2022
Form: Rhyme

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