Long Matric Poems

I remember just a few years ago
I remember me feeling so excited
I couldn't resist smiling
I couldn't resist thinking of my future
Today I'm going to be honest
Honest with you and
Honest with myself
I have never archived much...

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Dear Daddy. You've been gone for so long I can't even tell when Father's Day 
is. The last time I could remember running to wake you up was in Grade 4. I'm 
in Matric now,...

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Winter, get out of my way its time for you to go astray,
Let spring come and give the showers for which we pray
make flowers bloom and turn roses head high in the air, 
keep the...

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It's that time of year.
Pictures are posted,
Congratulations shared,
Songs of joy expressed,
And pride shining bright.

Everyone cheers; the kids have passed.
Reports are posted;
This is it, what the year's been building upto.
They're promoted a grade
And happiness cannot be...

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By Parizo Van Thulare 

Now you realize life after matric is not child's play 
Now you realize nobody chose to stay 
Now you see the reasons beyond the grinding 

Being independent is not as easy...

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Vincent Willhelm van Gogh
a difficult talent to truly know
unwise love choices-Eugenie Kee&Sien
made him stick to brush not pen

Finance support from brother Theo
loosed his giftings to flow
in dark landscapes&still life
too bad,  without a  wife

From Ecole de Beau Arts a matric
In Antwerp he creates his pics
Then to Paris to mix with the best
lived an artist  life with great zest

Upon the death of Pa Theodorus
Vincent does portraits&busts
as his love life to Margot ails
so also his pointillism fails

He then met Agostina Segatori
& a brief affair the world did see
An interest in all things Japanaise
then to Arles were the sun does blaze

The artists colony  was not a success
Vincent cut off an -ear-but I digress
progressively VG became deluded
'a mad redhead,'the locals said

Genius & delusion marries as one
but a recognisable usp is done
with broad brush& wavy line
a reputation to outlast his time

In Arles he is hospitalised
&unique art realised-
then with a gun suicides
on canvas though his genius resides...

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Another day another try,
He tucks his shirt and knots his 
tie.
He laces too his worn out shoes
As he tries to catch the morning
news.
His threadbare coat hangs on the
wall,
From rain to sun it’s seen it all.
Poor...

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- matric dance 2017

We are Ambassadors,
We are Ambassadors Embarking on a new journey,
Reaching out, towards the future
That is glittering like the sun 
Its warmth melts resolutions of today
We could mold awards for tomorrow
Walking on a...

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I
The port on the Buffalo River
Joined the Indian Ocean
In southern Or South Africa

II
My matric students in 1981 and I
Became friends- I didnt do alcohol
With teacher friends (and fun stuff)
But the waves are still calling
Me and...

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I was in matric,  class of seventy nine 
With so much to do,  I was losing my mind

The year before,  my baby brother came 
Since then, life was never the same 
Thrilled...

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I was in matric,  class of seventy nine 
With so much to do,  I was losing my mind

The year before,  my baby brother came 
Since then, life was never the same 
Thrilled...

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A Matric Harvest

A long field, a wide garden
hectic
a stressful time of work
hardwork pays
if only one has the aim to reap
but first to sow
a mile
that is travelled with positive mind
under scary atmosphere
rain
heat
wind
cold when Winter attacks
but courage...

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Long after our political matric
Green meant for Agric to make us thick 
Become green for vices that make us weak
We are on the weed of our land 

Britmen sow the seed of this weed
We choose...

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