Long Kwansaba Poems
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I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky
All that space there between
Alien visitation must be a lie
The sun and moon still shine for us
Eventually they burn out and die
Everywhere a sea of murkiness
With little spots of distant light
No comfort in their glowing beacons
They lack warmth beyond their sight
All the wisdom in every book
Can’t make sense out of a starry night
We may someday sprint off this rock
Conquer every planet to the last
Our population my even explode
An empire that will be unsurpassed
The only thing worse than a prison too small
Is a prison that is too vast
Dedicated to the Messiah.....He knows why
The poems I never wrote are
all here on my page on this site
I mean it
I plagiarised every one of them
from some wannabe poet
that got expelled back in pre school
I’ve an excellent memory
and am a recalcitrant liar
But now I’m coming clean
No time for homework
I just wanted to play
Teacher beat me badly
for wasting my life away
I enjoyed my childhood
those were the days
Still to win this contest
a backhander I will pay
Poem below is my own
so now I’ll have my say
Ba Ba black sheep
have hue - buckled my shoe
Three four -the cow jumped-
everywhere a moo moo!
The end
The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Hue gave this an N/A
Broken Charger
My phone at 1%
Love's battery runs empty
Who gon' charge me now?
Dusk hums low again
I scroll through old convos-sigh.
Ghosts read ''typing...still''
(Sedoka)
Drum
Beat
heart loud
in freedom
rising,broken-
dance!
(Lantern poem)
Mzantsi Bus Stop
Minibus honks, dust rise high-
vendors shout,wives wave koebaai.
Wind smells like pap stew.
prayer and perfume too-
Time flies-
So do I
(Clogyrnach)
Heilbron Love Song
She wears my T-shirt.
Famo music follows her hips.
streets lights blink approval.
I forget my sorrows
The world dances small.
(Gogyohka)
Truth
Revolutions begin the day you whisper, ''enough''.
(monostich)
Taxi Ride To Wepenaar
Rain drops on glass so slow
city lights blink-I see hope glow
(Luc Bat poem)
Wi-Fi Gospel
No signal again,
but somehow Jesus still calls
bless the hotspot Lord
(zappai poem)
We danced all night on Maxwell street
singing the blues and eating chicago style
hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in
the breeze as I winked at the Cermax river
flowing of winter green this year the infamous green
mile lounge can be seen in a distance glare after visiting
Logan square headed straight through the Dan Ryan
driving past Sam Giacana place I thought of sausage
and peppers grilling real slow in a cast iron skillet
as I noticed my heel had broken off back there somewhere
between Taylor street and Roosevelt rd. I notice
St. Ignatious steeple my blonde hair tossed around the
lights from the city seemed to glow streams of brilliance
dancing chatter awakening James Dean we dashed
through the sand dunes moving quickly down Lakeshore
drive the night was moving fast but there was more life
more laughs more love we didn't dare park over the crowded
evergreens not tonight instead we poured in the theater
seated in the fourth row my favorite seats matinee began
early with John Dillinger I began to smell stale popcorn
under my feet removing a chunky chocolate bar from my
purse a few hankies
embroidery prints of roses custom made by my Irish aunt
we dashed into Antonio's for a deep slice reading all the
license plates on the wall from years past why I envision
how our future would be why would it be fast never boring
or set to a charming suburban movie script filled with
Gaelic Celtic laud tainted lore why today was the
beginning of our lives tomorrow was yet to be the future
was ours to see and so on and so on certainly a
St Patrick's day to remember here now where's
the powder room dear