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Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze Poem
I have sang with Tennessee the song of the south,
I have kissed many tender lips with my crimson
mouth.
I have been with Politicians to the mountain top,
I have crossed without doubt the red gates that writ
in it, "STOP".
I have danced with a cotton dress that danced in
the wind,
And cheated on my wife and told my conscience,
"Never mind".
I married two wives just to see if the love was the
same,
I have covered with filth and fame my precious
name.
Listen to he that sits down to write who has stood
up to live
Than he who writes but his heartfelt shot didn't
give.
Is wisdom found not amongst the experienced and
aged?
Really what shore can you learn from a bird that's
caged?
I have made mistakes and lived my wasted years,
But this I learned, that wisdom and knowledge do
not dwell on a table of fears.
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I love a person small,
He sprints alike a young gazelle.
And when he turns afront the goal;
He does is so very well.
He's got seven ballond'ors,
And he's got six golden boots.
He's counting seven hundred and more
Of goals scored with his left foot.
He won hearts of generations
That have seen his two feet run.
He won the World Cup for a Nation
That has been dreaming for the sun.
He's a poet that runs in the field,
And the green grass kepps him through.
His courage is the only shield
That helped him go through.
All hail the king of football,
All hail heroes of the globe!
All hail the football GOAT
That wears the golden robe!
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My teacher was not so good as yours seems to be,
His name was Goodwill and he taught us Chemistry.
He always wanted us to answer difficult questions,
And beat you strong if you cannot balance equations.
If you are late in class he'd twist and twist your ear
Until it falls to the ground and you'll pick it there.
He was so strong when he held you you'd wet your pants...
(He had gigantic hands I once gave him a compliment)
But a person can survive twenty four strokes I was the experiment,
Don't ever disturb Goodwill and give him a comment!
One time he held a student by the door
And twisted his ear till it fell to the floor.
I've never seen Goodwill apologize before
And he will never, for that I'm sure.
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Just how far is the train of freedom from the discriminated son?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the black homeless child?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the disabled poet?
And just how far are the winds of change from a corrupted nation!?
Just how far is the train of freedom from the fields of Waterloo?
Just how far is the struggling warrior from the mountain top?
Just how long is 365 days 27 times behind bars, I mean,
Just how far is freedom from a lonely child at play?...
Just how far is peace of mind from the hot desert Afghanistan!?
Just how far from the market is the Nigerian widow to her kids—
They hope today she has something to eat.
Just how far is the satisfaction of a nation
From the peak of the Mdzimba mountains
From the fountain of the Mantenga falls
From the wellness of the proud Sibebe rock?
Just how many bullets are left to finish the people of Venezuela?
How many bullets must a child in Mozambique have to dodge in order to live?
How many drops of water are left in Mali,
How many spoons of rice are left in Southern Somalia?
Just how far is freedom from the pains of this world?...
Not so many miles away;
A village or two in between,
A walking distance from the station:
There lies his tomb.
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I accidentally ate, consumed, chew in,
A thesaurus, a synonymopedia.
And ever since then, at that moment, by that time,
My words, vocabulary, sayings just sublime.
So when I talk, speak, utter a voice to someone,
I use informed, spiced, educated English.
I use big, humangous, enormous words
And synonyms like 'food carrier' instead of dish.
And instead of idiot, fool, stupid person,
I found better words like Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump...
And I now use words like geographic waste disposal centre
Instead of cheap words like rubbish dump.
It's awesome, fantastic, awe-inspiring,
How my language, grammar, vocabulary has developed.
It really is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
How my wisdom, philosophical understanding has emerged!
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A precious jewell of the Mdzimba mountains,
A king is a king by his rulership of the people.
My king is a father of orphans,
My king is an education to the poor,
My king is a bill of rights to the widows,
My king is a sprinting leg and a tough knee—
My king is food to the table to the disabled poet.
But I won't say 'Long live' to my king.
A king comes and a king goes, so is the system of this world.
I call my king Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon.
With more wisdom and knowledge bears the trap of pride and folly,
But born in this kingdom I bear in delight.
But I won't say, "Long live the king,"
I'd rather say, "Long live the monarchy."
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My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
I will never live a life as full,
Because my destiny is broken and shuttered in a
shade.
Torn and tattered are the strings I must pull...
I wish to die, For death I was made.
A good life I never had but turmoil and fear ...
Fear and turmoil, turmoil and fear every year.
And if the Devil will knock me down my feet;
What use is denial: So be it!
The tombs await me, dark and deep,
Calling for my endless sleep .
Promises I made I failed to keep:
Tombs of Sheol and Gaol;
Take me to your endless sleep!
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I wrote my love in a paper,
And described how I feel about you.
I jot sweet words in a paper,
I swear what I wrote it is true.
I shaped my love to an airplane,
And coloured it with red ink.
With sweet love I signed out my name,
It was beautiful or so as I think.
I threw my love to the blue sky,
And the wind blew it out of my sight,
And I stood as I saw it fly
Till it vanished and till it was night.
Sweet love who will receive my letter,
I pray that it finds you depressed.
Sweet lover just open the paper
And read out the love I expressed.
I made an airplane with paper,
And threw it up and it flew.
My airplane is also a letter
For a friend out there in the blue.
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Written: 31 August 2022
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You may judge me wrong and look me down
And think of me as the worst in town
Telling me I need to slow down.
But I'll still tell you the same thing:
I love you.
You may spread spiteful rumors and lies
Making ev'ry move of mine cumbersome...
Thinking my feelings will fade— My feelings will die;
But how funny it is and how awesome
It is to know, to say, to feel that:
I love you.
You may hurt your soul with your ignorance,
And engulf me to never get a single chance.
You may make my entire living laborious;
Thinking and knowing I'll never be courageous.
But still I want to say:
I love you.
You may write me in history because I have no talent.
Because you see my life doing nothing but to descent.
And yes I know I am nothing but a loser—
But the world must see that a loser can be a lover,
Girl, Please can I show you that:
I love you.
I am ready to dwell with you forever,
For I always dream of a life we live together.
I am ready to install 'LOVE' in your heart;
You just need to tell me when to start.
Yes I am ready to show you that:
I love you.
I love you with the love that sinned Adam in Eden;
A love coveted by the angels of heaven.
I love you with the love of Romeo and Juliet;
A love coveted by the rainbow color violet.
I say— I love you with a love coveted from above,
A love that is way more than love.
I love you with a love more than that of trolls and doves,
A love that is way more than true love.
A love way more than perfection —
A love way more than affection...
I love you in a way that I am unable to say;
Unable to say:
'I love you.'
Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
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IT'S ABOUT TIME
Let us talk to the birds visiting us in summer,
Let us talk to the afternoon shadow,
Let us raise our pets to our level,
Let us raise our decibels...
It's about time.
Let us talk to the palarysing heat in the air,
Let us pick our items from the rubbish heap,
Let us talk to the moon going down,
Let us talk to the peach tree...
It's about time.
It's about time we all appeal,
Let us talk to Mr Roosevelt
Maybe by the end of the day
We'll be knowing a thing or two
For a New Deal...
It's about time we dig into the grave;
Let us call on the brave!
It's about time the smaller works with the mighter,
It's about time we call on the fighters
It's about time we call on the brave!
It's about time we mix our capacities
And fix our capabilities.
It's about time we raise our decibels
To the mighty Mdzimba mountains...
It's about time we talk to the rebels
To pour down the Swazi fountains.
Let us talk to the birds visiting us in summer,
Just how much do they spend from New York City?
Let us borrow from them their extra fees;
Perhaps it could pay a Swazi child to college.
Let us call on the rebels, the fighters, the champions of change:
It's about time!!
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