Rands Poems - Poems about Rands

...As I write ... streams slow And a trickle of guilt Flow, flow, flow "Father, father, Faaathhher" From beyond my gate and border "Pastor, pastor, pastor" Was the cry an hour before He, Shady, g......

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...I Andre Kelbrik was a realtor in Pretoria, akin to Washinton or Ottowa I was in South Africa's first free & fair Foreign Ministry, Deputy to Schwarz, Head of the Communications Hub: we issued DNB,......

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...It was twenty years ago Yet it seem like yesterday Since you got me this book Sure I was starting to show signs of a teenager At first a dairy was a novelty But days of my life was not quite ......

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...A DECEMBER TO REMEMBER Roy Mokoena Who will I be without number twelve, Time for gatherings and restoration of relations, A lot of festivities but my birthday month, The tail of the year, i......

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...Be Strong On Your Studies. Now learn- later on, earn you will then celebrate with your old room-mate (s) and don't forget your friends and those who gave you some rands , your siblings an......

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...I hate the way romance is lost on the societies of today; The ripple effect is a greater cost, for love becomes a mere game to play. No more flowers and dates, just ice-cream and kisses; No m......

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...LIFE..... What is life??? Life is a journey Life is a puzzle Only the correct pieces to be connected Connected to complete puzzle Pieces which differ from size & shape They made from different......

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...I hope you make it by yourself. I’m at a point whereby pointing fingers won’t help anymore A point whereby this vodka won’t help anymore Sleeping pills won’t help anymore I can’t fight anymore ......

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...I don't want to start with those cliché things but please believe me when I say I don't know what love is, I'm just trying to get my own opinion through. Credit Love. Funny enough I think love is lik......

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...He shuffles his feet like the money he once flaunted Green between his toes, a bar of soap he once afforded Toenails overgrown like spades digging for gold He walks barefoot his state of mankind r......

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...Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —? Was a boy who wouldn’t shut a door!? Winter came in that year of yore-? Sleet blew in and covered the floor. ? Summer came with its bugs galore—? Flies and gnats,......

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...He leaves his soul on the pavement, To be greeted only by the soles of shoes passing by, Never stopping. They are equally decrepit, Equally as likely to be discarded when their purpose is no longer......

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...An immortal sadness, an eternal loneliness Pretentious happiness and painted smiles A life forcefully lived And a journey made up of mosaic tiles A penny for your thoughts And 2 more rands for......

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