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Tumisang Kadizwara Poem
Stealthily,
Slowly she tolls
Does she stop?
Oh she does
At certain juntures....
But still journeys
Stealthily,
Slowly she tolls
Eventually,
Hits her end.
Copyright © Tumisang Kadizwara | Year Posted 2023
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I still see
our memory of the first time we met
your blue eyes full of glit
Like the blue eyes alit.
I still see
our memory of the first night we spent together
led lights blazing,
blazing like the summer sun.
I still see
our memory of our first picture
we lay on lawn gazing at the beautiful moonlight
Contagious smiles we wore
as contagious as the Varicella.
I still see
our memory of our first date
A coffee shop down the street
we sat at a far right corner
a soothing Sunday evening it was,
soothing like a lullaby.
I still vividly see
our memories of the time we cherished each other
But it is all I harbour now
Happy yet agonised memories.
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When people descend into the realm of nothingness
they ascend into guardian angels
so they say,
I hope it's true
because by then you would be mine.
Watching over me day and night
how safe I would be.
Enlightening every path I tread on
how cared for I would be.
Safeguarding me from misfortunes of this sick,cruel world
how loved I would be.
Bearing off my cries and sorrows
how at peace I would be.
It would be eleven years now
Eleven years of your resolute love and care
I hope it's true,
because by then how ecstatic I would be Mama.
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The Bewail city
Ragged into pieces of pain
Each piece tormenting a certain taxpayer
Not even a solitary taxpayer skimped on
Oh the city of bewail!
Walloping at taxpayers
With no apparent misdemeanor
Gazing as their dreams are being dismantled
As they gawk in utter dejection,
Hoping to discern a glim.
And with each passing day
Siphons life off them
But they hang on,
Grasping to life each single day.
Oh well, the high and affluent officers lively
Channeling the city's riches into vested interests
Squandering more city's riches into their own
More than a backyard garden spends water
More than a body spends blood
What city is this?
Timorous taxpayers hide faces in fear
Fear to question and combat all
Greener pastures out of reach
Trapped in the bewail city
Oh down in the dumps!
What city is this?
What city really is this?
A taxpayer shouted "It is the bewail city"
Oh it really is.
Copyright © Tumisang Kadizwara | Year Posted 2022
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Slipped through my dainty fingers
Not surprising for a linger
You rest
You rust.
That is life.
Copyright © Tumisang Kadizwara | Year Posted 2022
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