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Best Poems Written by Kamogelo Maubane

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Bilocation

In the tapestry of divine embrace,
Aspect of God, woven with grace.
Indivisible from the cosmic whole,
A presence ensouls, a sacred soul.

Feeble form, ordained to unfold,
On earthly stage, a story told.
Not merely actors in life's grand trance,
Bilocating awareness, a cosmic dance.

Recognizing the script, we play our part,
Life's drama echoed in the heart.
Bilocation unfolds, a spiritual stance,
A joyful ballet, soul's exquisite advance.

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Imagination

In the realm of dreams, where echoes dance,
"Imagination" takes its chance.

Sparkling realms and cosmic hues,
A kaleidoscope of fanciful views.

I soar on whispers of fantasy's breeze,
Through moonlit seas and enchanted trees.

In my mind's embrace, the mundane unwinds,
A tapestry of wonders, where magic finds.

Creatures unseen in daylight's glow,
Tales unfold, where fantasies grow.

Unbridled thoughts, a carousel of delight,
Where time dissolves in the softest light.

Majestic dragons, guardians of the night,
Guide me through realms, surreal and bright.

Imagination, the muse of the soul,
A masterpiece painted on dreams' scroll.

So, let's traverse the astral plane,
In the poetry of imagination, let's reign.

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ANC Greedy Leaders- South Africa

In a land where shadows linger long,
A tale unfolds of a people's song.
Apartheid's chains, a cruel embrace,
Enslaved hearts in a divided space.
Kindred souls, with no love for gold,
Living lives where stories are told.
No ego's sway, no material desire,
Yet, history unfolds, a somber fire.
Through years of colonization's hand,
A web woven tight across the land.
Black against black, a twisted game,
Materialism's rise, igniting the flame.
Brothers turned enemies, sisters in strife,
A discord sown in the fabric of life.
Marriages crumble, love replaced,
By a hunger for wealth, an insatiable taste.
Men with men, for coin's allure,
Sisters sell bodies, hearts impure.
Fathers oppressed, bearing the weight,
Of a legacy forged in a bitter fate.
Mothers, once pillars, now torn between,
Feminist fervor, a tumult unseen.
Destroying man, a misguided quest,
As unity crumbles, a nation oppressed.
In the chaos, a stark divide,
White families thrive, with values beside.
Raising children free from trauma's stain,
While others suffer from history's pain.
Land ownership a tale of despair,
As the majority's share becomes rare.
Charges for power, land, and more,
A cruel toll on a people's core.
Nelson Mandela, once hailed with cheer,
Now accused, a clone, a double near.
ANC's leaders, bellies filled with greed,
Stealing from those with the greatest need.
A nation weeps, in sorrow and woe,
As the coming generation begins to sow,
Seeds of despair, young lives entwined,
In a web of darkness, seeking to find.
Awakening sought in the depths of despair,
A plea for help, a nation's prayer.
To break the chains and rise above,
Reclaiming a heritage, a legacy of love.

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Glenn Hughes - black communion country

In fields where wheat shines bright as gold,
A family's tale of love unfolds.
Mother, father, fires aglow,
Brother's shelter through wars that blow.

The night is long, the wait profound,
Soothing souls, a last comfort found.
Yet, in my heart, a lonely refrain,
As the dawn approaches, ending the pain.

Believing in love, a heartfelt grace,
Embrace my heart in your warm embrace.
Leaving well, through trials I've trod,
One last song for my resting sod.

On a family farm, memories unfold,
Playing his music, sins foretold.
Dear Boli, embrace your life,
By your side, through joy and strife.

Fortunes worse than war, out of reach,
A father's wisdom, his final speech.
In death, no tears, he gently said,
Give it to God, then to thee, he pled.

Now, as the end draws near,
Long night's wait, the dawn is here.
Soothing souls, a final comfort shared,
Yet, my heart, in silence, bared.

Believing in love, a timeless pledge,
In your embrace, on life's edge.
Leaving well, though through hell I've been,
One last song, a farewell scene.

On his deathbed, father spoke,
No tears for him, his legacy invoked.
Misses Robinson, my love divine,
To God, then to thee, the final line.

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I am not a black , I am a black woman

He forgot our roots, from where those women came,
Raised by resilient black women, breaking trauma's claim.
Not a black , I stand as a black woman, strong,
In the absence of your father, I've learned to belong.
Speaking of black pussy, don't reduce us to disdain,
My essence, an ocean's scent, a heritage to maintain.
Hating black women, misguided and unkind,
My body, not your rehabilitation center to find.
In the tapestry of resilience, my story unfolds,
A symphony of strength, in the narrative it holds.
To understand, you must listen, not condemn,
My black pussy, a sanctuary, not built for them.
In the echoes of silence, I rise above,
A black woman, not defined by others' love.
My worth, my power, not for rehabilitation,
For in my own essence, I find restoration.

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The world war 3

In the tapestry of turmoil, World War 3 unfolds,
Yemen, America, Palestine—stories of war retold.
Hamas and Israel dance on a contentious stage,
Nations entwined in a conflict that fuels rage.
South Africa intervenes, with a knowing heart,
A history of apartheid, tearing worlds apart.
Freedom's taste lingers in their collective soul,
Yet, the present echoes a globe out of control.
Colonizers, architects of exploitation's creed,
Ravaged nations, left scars that still bleed.
Unusable lands, resources stripped bare,
A legacy of pain, a burden we all share.
The problem of wars, a tragic human tale,
A narrative of power, where the mighty prevail.
Brother against brother, ideologies collide,
The casualties mount, as humanity's hopes slide.
Emotion seeps through the wounds of the displaced,
Children robbed of innocence, dreams erased.
Mothers weep, fathers fight an endless war,
In the midst of chaos, what are we fighting for?
Controversy whispers in the corridors of peace,
A world divided, yearning for a sweet release.
Yet, solutions elude, like shadows in the night,
Caught in the web of politics, power, and might.
Could diplomacy be the balm for wounds so deep?
Or are we prisoners, in a cycle we can't sweep?
Emotional echoes, pleading for a global change,
Can we rewrite our story, on a broader range?
Controversy rises, challenging the status quo,
Is peace an illusion, or a path we can sow?
In the heart of chaos, can compassion ignite?
A world united, where love takes flight.
Solutions beckon from the realm of empathy,
Understanding the root, not just the legacy.
Education, dialogue, fostering unity's art,
Perhaps therein lies the key to mend each heart.
Controversial or not, the answer remains unclear,
In the symphony of chaos, can harmony draw near?
Emotionally torn, seeking peace's sweet refrain,
For a world at war, yearning to break the chain.

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Mother Nature - The Great

In the realm of existence, where time unfolds,
A tale of wonder, in verses untold.
A symphony of life, in hues of vast,
A saga of futures, present, and past.

From the womb of chaos, creation springs,
With every heartbeat, the universe sings.
Stars dance in the heavens, a cosmic ballet,
While galaxies twirl in an endless display.

On a small blue planet, in a corner of space,
Life emerges, with a delicate grace.
From microscopic cells to towering trees,
A tapestry of beings, living free.

But amidst the beauty, there lies a strife,
A struggle for survival, in the theater of life.
Mother Nature, with her gentle hand,
Crafts the world with care, across the land.

Yet she's also the mistress of chaos and woe,
Unleashing her furry, with a relentless blow.
Storms brew in the heavens, fierce and wild,
As oceans rage, like a tempest unbridled.

Earthquakes rumble, shaking the ground,
And volcanoes erupt, with a thunderous sound.
Wildfires rage, consuming the land,
Leaving scorched earth, in their burning hand.

But within her wrath, there's a hidden grace,
A reminder of the cycles, in this cosmic race.
For after the storm, comes a calm so sweet,
And from the ashes, life finds its beat.

In the quiet of dawn, with the sun's first light,
The world awakens, from the long dark night.
Birds sing in the trees, a melody divine,
As flowers bloom, in colors that shine.

So let us cherish this gift, this world so rare,
With its mountains, rivers, and clean, fresh air.
For in the tapestry of life, we all play a part,
A thread in the fabric, of this cosmic art.

In the grand tapestry of life's design,
There lurks a shadow, a sinister sign.
For amidst the beauty and the grandeur,
There lies a truth, cold and pure.

Death, with its icy fingers, does roam,
Claiming the living, far from home.
In myriad ways, it takes its toll,
From the young to the wise, it steals the soul.

Like a thief in the night, it comes unseen,
In sickness and health, in famine and green.
It whispers softly, in the ear of the weak,
And with a gentle touch, it bids them to seek.

From the battlefield's carnage, where warriors fall,
To the silent halls of hospitals' call,
Death knows no boundaries, no creed nor name,
It's a universal truth, an eternal game.

In the grip of disease, it tightens its hold,
Leaving loved ones grieving, in sorrow untold.
From cancers that ravage, to fevers that burn,
It takes its victims, with no return.

In accidents sudden, where fate takes a turn,
Lives are shattered, as bridges burn.
From car crashes to falls from great heights,
Death claims its prize, in the darkest of nights.

And yet, amidst the despair and the pain,
There lies a truth, that does remain.
For though death may claim us, in the end,
It cannot break the bonds, that love does lend.

For in memories cherished, and stories retold,
The spirit lives on, in hearts that hold.
So though death may come, with its silent shroud,
It cannot conquer love, for death be not proud.

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Unemployed Doctors

In the hallowed halls of healing, dreams were once sown,
A path chosen by duty, not a path of our own.
Driven by a mother's wish, I stepped in that domain,
A journey prescribed, a white coat, a stethoscope's refrain.

Yet, one day I diverged, took a different trail,
Ventured into markets where fortunes set sail.
Risky waters of finance, lessons learned profound,
Confidence gained, street-smart, in the hustle I found.

Unemployed doctors lament, a chorus of despair,
Degrees in hand, burdened by the system's snare.
Beggars of employment, limited minds confined,
Blaming the world, their aspirations maligned.

But I, a wanderer, chose a different dance,
No longer tethered to a medical trance.
For two hours, a storyteller, a sage of the street,
$8000 to learn how financial battles I'd meet.

I conquered, I rose, from the ashes of the fall,
Opportunities abound, for those who stand tall.
No longer a beggar, nor tied to a title,
Embrace innovation, let dreams be your bridle.

Unshackle the pride that binds you to a past,
For in innovation's embrace, your future is cast.
Technology beckons, a realm vast and wide,
Don't be addicted to a paycheck's fleeting tide.

The white coats sit idle, unemployment's cruel jest,
More doctors than jobs, an unsettling unrest.
Rethink, restart, shed the cloak of shame,
In the digital age, create your own game.

Do the math, break free from the CV's plight,
A doctor's title, a beacon of endless night.
In the imbalance lies a chance to reinvent,
A new beginning, where dreams find ascent.

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The bird that sang it

Oh, winged creatures of the sky so high,
In your realm, you soar, you fly.
With grace and beauty, you paint the air,
In every flutter, a tale to share.

From the robin's song at break of dawn,
To the eagle's cry above the lawn.
Each feathered friend, a symbol of grace,
In every flight, a sacred space.

Confident in your majestic flight,
Through winds and storms, you take your plight.
Unfettered by the chains of fear,
You glide above, your message clear.

Free from the shackles of colonization's hold,
In every forest, valley, and wold.
Your melodies ring, pure and true,
A testament to freedom, old and new.

Believing in the power within,
You rise above, against the din.
Negativity's grasp, you do defy,
With wings of hope, you touch the sky.

Neutral in every situation you face,
With positivity's embrace.
You find solutions, amidst the strife,
Guided by the rhythm of life.

Oh, birds of beauty, birds of might,
In your presence, hearts take flight.
May your songs forever ring,
In the tapestry of life, you'll forever sing.

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Quantum Serenade: Echoes of Silicon Dreams

In the binary echo of future's hum,
A symphony of circuits, a digital drum.
Zeros and ones dance in cosmic code,
Cybernetic dreams on silicon road.

Silent whispers of circuits entwine,
Artificial minds in algorithmic design.
Through quantum realms, a portal's gleam,
Unraveling the fabric of the time stream.

Terra incognita, a world unknown,
In the quantum dance, secrets are sown.
Galaxies hum with a silicon song,
In the echo of progress, we all belong.