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Lebogang Samson Poem
Barren oh barren,
Who are you?
To suck away the pride in a woman’s cradle?
Healers attempted to resolve u with vague riddles!
A deadly monster you are, BARREN!
Tell me who gave you that WARRANT?
To deny someone the joy of being a PARENT!
Innocent seeds sprinkled on sweet fountains do not GERMINATE.
Why are you filled with such HATE??
Rate the destruction you CREATE...
Beautiful families are breaking because of YOU BARREN.
Solid couples now speak in sign languages
They point fingers at each other, all because of YOU BARREN!
Tears now fill up their bath TUBS...
Soaking in the misery you bring and resort to PUBS!
You feeble nightmare!
God created man and woman to PROCREATE,
Who are you to deny them to COPULATE?
You are not mighty but remember...
Hannah defeated you,
Rust in her womb turned into GOLD!
I’m here to reveal the secret to make u COLD.
For multitudes to stand against u and be BOLD!
My dears, start praying without CEASING,
For barren is a temporal SEASON!
Barren oh barren,
You are defeated.
You cant raid homes and leave souls DELAPIDATED!
A childless woman grieve, cognizing she is only CONSTIPATED!
Hoping she got IMPREGNATED!
Barren oh barren!
You are FAKE,
Dear man, arise and assist your woman to BAKE!
TAKE her hand, her oven is ready to INCUBATE!
No need to strangle each other in DEBATE!
For the chain of bareness within you are about to BREAK!
Barren oh barren
Melt your ego and disappear.
My dears, no need to be DERRANGED,
Your non-offspring life is being ARRANGED!
Woman! Why do you despair?
Yet u know your course is due every month?
You my brothers, why, why, WHY? that you have to belittle yourselves like you are permanently vasectomized!
Yet you are aware of rich JUICE INDUCED from your fresh seed!
My people have Faith, be BRAVE!
Create no room FOR BARREN;
FOR BARREN is being dragged to her GRAVE!
Barren oh barren,
You are not PERMANENT...
for they will get PREGNANT!
Barren oh barren, they will be a resurrection!??
By Lebo-G FAITH Samson
03/04/2018 @1258????
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Punishes without any crime committed!
He makes individuals abye the amiss of others.
He could be a lifetime durance to one's soul
The victim walk flaneur like dead poles.
Their anguish cries only heard by them within their raptured souls.
Society turns deaf to them...
Scared in their own circumstances, hiding within the rolls of their hems.
He makes them scared, scared of their own shadows.
He is churlish... Yes! very despicable.
He makes them wear the same cloak day in day out!
In his world, they are Junoesque ready to be nursed by suicide
The monster sucks out life from them as if subscribed to a dementor!
A heart wrecking routine they go through every second.
Whoever created this barbarian should be a diet for maggots live!
Labels are plastered all over them by those dear to them,
Pretension is the only mask they possess...
As he makes them to dissimulate their true emotions from the rest of us.
He ensures they are belted on their unfriendly beds in a mental asylum
A wicked giant he is, making them lifeless and useless!
Wish they could be awarded with pure Horcruxes to memento about the dulceness of life again.
No one wants to taste that dementor kiss,
They did not choose to be in darkness!
He forced glorified mornings and bright days out of them.
Caliginosity took the limelight,
Like owls they live...
How cruel could you be?
Depression!
By LeboGFaith Samson
Copyright © Lebogang Samson | Year Posted 2018
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CLUELESS
Your quietness makes me lose track of time,
Feels so empty without the sound of your voice,
My heart actually pounds to fill up this void!
“Where‘re you?” Shrieks desperate voices in my mind..
To my dismay, echoes of my footsteps responded to my concern.
Sleeping without whispers of your voice pushes me in deep tunnels of melancholy,
This lump in my heart tempts me to take a barbiturate and fall into a deep reverie.
No solace in my own cubicle…
Walls crashes over me,
Halls bang doors before me,
Malls disguise you…
Unreachable you‘re, but you just standing there invisible!
Yet in my dreams you are visible!
Why, why, why…
That once in a blue moon you drop a call without a text,
freezing me to death as you elope into sudden silence?
Your tongue slips easily into defense,
yet you wouldn’t jump over the fence!
Your reasons are addictive like Marilyn Monroe’s lies,
Really there is no need for us to be lovers and liars,
Because we sensitively aware of our fate!
Truth is, you ‘re a compatible mate,
But you fight to tame,
Well, that isn’t fame!
Yes, you are fallible, no need to be obscure,
Its in everyone’s genes.
Sometimes I wish to emigrate to another planet,
Therefore, you won’t be my magnet!
Residing within your flesh will be a pleasurable resolution,
Crazy thoughts I have sometimes,
Wish to sneak in your mind, your heart,
To get true versions of your thoughts about me, us…
With all the compliments, drags along the impediments,
Very ironic because love has to be impeccable!
So irrational for you to disappear, lest you confirm its our apogee’
No need for you to take a ride because im too gullible…
It’s a fact, my love to you is very legit,
But allow me to interrogate, do you still…
Love me?
Need me?
Don wanna lose me??
Thought of it is scary
Because im CLUELESS
By Lebo-G Faith
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Physically they are attractive, handsome, pretty!
Their structured bodies are just frames,
Within them sadness reigns
Those dear to them treat them like preys.
They are dead living...
Not the living dead!
Their graveyards are the frequent tree they hibernate to whenever disoriented.
You would think they are here with you
Only to realise their planet is indifferent
Due to the stoic lifestyle, they are fogged in.
No! they did not volunteer to trot along that path.
Yes they are beautiful zombies
Society turns deaf to their cries yet they are trophies.
Because they see them as torpid!
and illegal for families to discuss that depression topic!
The very same families and friends are all to be blamed,
blamed for this soul massacre.
Whenever they cry out for help we pass them speeding like a racing car.
Until death takes its toll that's when we seem to care!
Being in an apathetic state is not a chosen hobby
The victim can't even recognise his or her true copy,
True that, behind that pretty face resides a zombie!
Behind that handsome face is a habitat of a zombie!
Beautiful zombies who hide behind yesterday's shadows
We laugh with them and fail to see beyond their sorrows
They just want to bury their agony in shallow furrows
Meanwhile, they envy the joyful life we exhibit and parading to them like headless parrots!
Day in day out a soul resorts to pills and portions
We persecute them when they resort to abortion!
Hmm! this is a Sad world we live in.
#DepressionIsReal.
by Lebo-gFaith
17/05/2019@1237
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Innate with a fresh epicranium,
smooth like a marble!
Duration of her absolute head got short-lived
As if her middle name was trouble!
She wish she knew her ingle hue was purple
Too bad, no remembrance since her crown was redecorated!
An ordeal! At a tender age,
Tattooed her with seams!
One symmetrical, two adjacents, As if students learning about lines in an Arithmetic lesson!
Some curved, crossed, arrowed, arcs!
Hmm! What a tragedy!
True, she is cicatrose...
A dent, depression, enough to store water like a well, slit across her hood.
Great confidence needed to be bald because she is scary like an unvarnished wood!
A mere headache! Just a mere headache!
She wished it could have given her a break!
But no! More malady manifested.
She found refuge in a Hotel- Dieu.
Angels in white coats slit her head summit with sharp blades, she woke with a bind
Binding her stitched bald head.
Little did she know her epicranium will be cicatrose,
Which psora when exposed.
Sad, her head is cicatrose!
By LeboGFaith
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Lebogang Samson Poem
Dear God everyone wants a title,
But with carnal minds, it doesn't come easy
As our faith is very little
Mostly all we do is just to prattle,
Yet our lives move shuttle-wise!
When we reach a rough angle,
We hold on to the Bible!
Its sad that we are familiar with Genesis and Revelation,
The rest of the testaments are a challenge!
Like a soaring eagle,
Destinations have to be reached,
The devil's encroachment deletes the messages preached!
Stagnation takes the limelight, and...
We stumble all the way,stumble all the way,stumble all the way!
Echoes of our cries are heard in isolated dungeons..!
All we wanted was to nestle like pigeons!
Yet we fastened our lives with toggles
Ending up in captivity while seeking prosperity.
My dear put on the armour of God,
The feeling is calm and gentle,
Rid off the carnal mind and enrol in his castle!
The devil roars and misleads,
We dance to his growls and misread
Precious lives get destroyed
Only dedicated minds in serene fortresses are saved because Christ rose...
He rose to save me and you!
But we ran short of God's glory.
Rise up carry your own cross,
Seek first God's kingdom,
That's the only path to freedom!
But remember,
There is no rising up without a challenge.
By Lebo-G Faith
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I rose my eyes to your elegant pose..
Sweet emotions through my bitterness rose,
warmly embraced me standing on my toes.
Your love engulfed me,I felt small in my own shoes!
Trotting by your hip with entwined fingers
I barely noticed that
My footsteps sounded like an eloquent singer.
I floated in your presence like marveling the great exquisite Havana.
Your love can quench the scorching desert Sahara!
Yes you are my white rose,
The moment you graced me with that white shrub,
I melted in awe,
Avowing its now my love hub
The musky scent relinquished all my plans to visit the next pub.
The velvet touch of each petal
Felt as soft as your lips against mine
Cold tears slith down my chicks like a metal.
My emotions got consumed by the pure shrub
As white like snow,
My white rose shall ever remain
It brings bliss that i have to sustain!
Maintain all memories but not my pain,
You, my white rose should not have a stain!
ByLebo-G Faith Benjamin
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Lebogang Samson Poem
Fluffy Frosty
Pure like snowflakes…
No Jack knows what it takes,to have a pet like u.
you cried the 1st time we met,
like a toddler without a nanny I had to tend u…
wobble as u walked u couldn’t fend for yourself, my fluffy Frosty!
Other pets in the block went green with envy, and
moment u arrived, Your lil paw prints took the limelight.
Everytime I grin at you, u wiggles your tail with love,
…and remain calm and peaceful like a dove.
Your squeaky barks echoes through my ears whenever I miss u…
my fluffy FROSTY!
Your glossy furs thick like that of a bear,
tears me from my sheet to snuggle next to u.
sprinkling water on your skin Frosty…
makes you as white as the drizzling frost.
Restless as u’r, never seize to give me rest!
Remember your tender age,
When you made me mad with rage…
puking on my carpet tempted me to lock u in a cage,
but u bribed me with a pale face!
Such a friendly companion u ‘r, u lick my toes whenever im sad,
Your warm tongue melts away all the pain.
My friends adores u like u their own..
Yu’ll go places to look for me whenever m not home!
Gnawed my heels as you followed me to work,
‘nd stand like a guardian angel by the door.
Schoolkids loves u more than I,shared their meals with u,
than having lunch with me!
A role model you ‘r to other pets…
U inspire them with your jackal tail.
Vulnerable pets were brave enough to steal your name-“ FROSTY…”
but I did not flinch…
nor grimaced at a slight pinch,
because you forever my #1 FROSTY
by Lebo-gFaith.(10.02.2016)
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Articulated words
From your lips...
Soothes more than
Smooth creamed cookie.
Melanin skin tone,
You are...
Makes this cookie green.
Your sapience, very distinct
Making a library curse
Your existence.
Resistence, I sucked
From your crispy nipples
Forming ripples
Down my infant tummy.
Oreo, might be yummy,
Crunchie and sweet;
That mama, can't
Contend with
Your rarebreed
Baked ennead months from your oven.
I became your best torte;
Sweeter than the sweetest,
Your end product.
Kind hearted you are,
Your heart larger
Than Philadelphia city...
Accomodates all with pity.
Like a tulip in the tropical forest
Your warmth beckon one to rest.
Your life, very admirable
Than the sight of a phillerya.
Before you depart,
Record an audio
To soak in while I crunch my Oreo.
©? Rarebreed «2020
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Days passes by,
Weeks flows, nights unfolds..
Yet she’s still lamenting!
Holding a grumbling stomach, but food on the table!
This hunger is draining her till she could cry no more.
Mouth opens, salivating!
Yet denied to manducate but food on the table!
Moment she thought she hit a jackpot,
It just slips through her fingers!
Excuses, excuses, excuses…!
It’s a boring melody that when tuned on,
It chews the pride of her womanhood away!
This hunger sucks out all the mutual needs…
Leaving her feeling UNWANTED!
Frustration creeps in,
The outcome is like an unfurnished room!
She cries “ATTENTION”!
Only got away with a DETENTION!
Food on the table, yet she’s denied her rights…
Her rights to quench the thirst she feels every night!
How is she expected to suppress the hunger in her office?
When being denied pleasures twixt thy sheet???
Food on the table, yet she can’t baccivor!
She rubbed,
Scratched, caressed,
Smoothed her bowl of food...
But it won’t lit up with invitations for her.
She yearns for the comfort of her food,
Too bad, she doesn’t scrap anything…
But only got snapped in return!
Times when she nibbles something,
It’s when after pushing so hard, like a woman in a delivery room!
Food on the table, yet she got to negotiate and begs to masticate!
The hunger…
By Lebo-gfaith (23/11/2015- 01:15am)
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