Sami Poems - Poems about Sami

Hearer of all- His hearing every voice,word and thought and secrets his attention on everything without limitations no regrets!...

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SICIMILE ISIBANI SAMI Ibhalwe ngu :N.W. Mchunu Sicimile isibani sami Sicimile isibani sempilo yami Sicimile ngasala ebumyameni Sicimile ngasala osizini Ubuyisibani sokuphila kwami Sona ebesikhanyisa kimi Bengingesabi lutho Ngoba wena ubukhona kufikile isiphepho somoya Sacima isibani sempilo yami Kube sengathi liyaduma izulu Kube nomoya onezintuli empilweni yami Izivunguvungu zivunguzile kimi Kwaphela konke ngami Kwashabalala wonke amathemba Lathi uma lifika igama elithi Umphefumulo wakhe usuhlukene nenyama Ngazizwa ngithuthumela...

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"Brightest diamonds shine in darkest rooms, willing hearts bleed out love for me and you" Whisper close towards a frightened ear soothe a shaken soul scared tonight hold onto hopes of flight filled wings where a painted rose will rise and sing Carry my crutch just a little bit more for when the south winds blow again across flowing...

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Here and there Everywhere Like an exhalation Here and there Everywhere Spasmodic Hiroshimas Here and there Everywhere Ash in wings of foam, Sandal-less dodders Violently envious of Fallen leaves Transience naked Here and there Everywhere- Nowhere The eel...

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Insurrection of dust Phantasmagoria of markets Sagging tiffs Drunken kisses Embraces- Obeisance To the restless wanderer The once and repeated newcomer. A monocle Surveys pandemonium's dais, Its steps, Foreboding, As silhouettes thrust on a leaf, A branch of hades. Steps of stealth; Remote,grumpy, He execrates everything in sight, Lids picking slipsacks In a milisecond of...

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Who'd dare the exacerbation of the cloud and cut the fire for the grave; tell the Epaulette he's a bum; break the choking silence and burst the truth for the street? Night, night oh barbaric night pregnant with cordite blood and brine humiliate the essence of life and living as the grumpy ravenous sword plant dirges in every field: the Epaulette.The overlord.The fear. Mourning...

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Oh beautiful flowers in my garden patch downcast by a debilating cross of snow, the laments from your petals fallen rings in the ear of one who still see an appealing song in you in an appaling season and enjoins you: We plough the grapes that be. Summer is NEVER far away....

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