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Best Poems Written by Mpinge Mpinge

Below are the all-time best Mpinge Mpinge poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Ballad of the Gazing Stars

How do I see and count the stars?
Like losing count on how many cattle I have,
I see the stars as a guiding light when feeling lost.
Back at home, an old man takes his donkey cart,
It is time for him to move to the wilderness.
His heart beats like a drum, moving besides the Virginia lake
He sets his sights on the stars, making his last request:
If God knows, I shall, but to count the stars before my last breath.
The owls watch and sing until the billies boil
   He goes on the side of the lake to sleep peacefully,
   He goes on the side of the lake to sleep peacefully.

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The Plea for Mercy and Strength

Starting a day with a sigh of grief,
Reflecting as a fading flame
Looking right at the mirror and feeling blinded
Like a sheep wandering lost in the dark forest.

Nothing in life is free
And I don't know how this road goes,
All the walls are shattered into pieces
As if I'm wounded in the battlefield. 

My Lord, show me right from wrong,
As Thy know all of my insecurities.
Never allow me to go astray
And let me stay close to Thee.

I ask Thee, o God, for the strength I need,
As I'm conquered by your mercy
Guide me all the way to Thy path,
Waiting for the end of time.

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The Magic of the Farming Days

In the quiet morning light I see
the deep oshanas breaking round
like a boundless oasis that is bright
and the echoes of the cattle happily resound.

Manna of the north is planted 
and the mielies grow around the homestead 
harrowed as the family toiled
the soil swallows the breeze of the drizzle ahead.

Oh, how peaceful northern life 
its addictive memory is unerasable
as the sun tiptoes towards the West
and the herder's whistle resurges in the lovable forest.

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Anthem for a Traumatized Youth

What thou shalt be wasted? 
With the ship of sorrow harboured.
Like it gives thee an unexpected explosion,
And the heart of trauma and darkness is implanted.
It clouds into a season of bloodshed and pain,
But all thy life seems to be bludgeoned.
Tumbled into a canvas of time,
As thou shalt find a euphoric heart abused.
No description of fear was given,
With thy face bashed and muddied.
It shalt not be a publicized cry for help, 
Nor shalt it be a dark horse murmured.
As a hard and stone-cold sadness torments thee, 
And thy emotional feelings go unnoticed.
Memories would put thee in a chokehold,
And thy mutual senses are blurred.
Thou would find that thy pride is thy worst nightmare, 
In thy skull is a slug that is slightly planted.
That, my friend, is a trauma that can drown in thy sorrows,
And it can get thee wasted.

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The Home for My Heart

Who knew life could move so fast?
As if you're running a race.
I ask God why I am here on Earth.
My life is like an empty fantasy,
As I lay down cold in mud and blood. 

My heart stores pain like a safe,
As lies there, hidden and bleeding;
It doesn't have a home to live in
Like a thing.... stabbed in the back,
My body is cleaned but my heart soiled red.

It's easier to be strong in my head,
As brave as a lion, yet intrinsically I'm weak.
The scars and wounds of my heart can't be healed
And I don't have a home for my heart,
The world isn't my dwelling place anymore.

Toiling all day, week and year,
From the cradle to the grave.
The weekdays where I learn to swim;
The weekends whenever I drink,
I go to sleep, the second I blink.

Every minute felt like years 
As I stood in line; 
While tears flow from my eyes.
May God never allow 
That I die before I return.

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Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides

Although I could count the petals of a flower
the tree of my great faith doesn't cease from sight
like a seed of hope always seems to foster,
the echoing call that wants a praying answer in the night.

As I venture into Summer's golden warmth,
expecting a wanderer to sift through my heart
like an old folk delve into his youth,
and a slight hurry to deepen for comfort.

The splashing river grasps within my soul
as if I would find my inner peace
to let go the pain and its faults
with the sun shining on my face.

Having a desire to transform my life
into a love that is sweet as a nut
as I touched God's hands I felt completely safe
with a flower of pure joy leads me to shout.

As I find myself feeling strong and blessed,
thanking God for yielding me to the tides of strength 
like a little sprout had been sowed,
Cum virtus invenit Amor et Fides.
(When Courage finds Love and Faith)

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Ode to the Motherland

                  I

Namibia is my most beloved country,
Like it is a marvellous Beulah land
With a mighty will, great glory
So, be glorified, my free Motherland.
From red sand deserts to the shining shores
And the sun gives me its setting, 
Echoes of the seagulls melodied its choruses,
Masterpiece of Paradise is mesmerizing. 


                     II 
Wisdom of the people is ancestor-given
As whose blood waters our freedom is glorified,
Their heroism is unforgotten
And the blessing of diverse culture is bespoken.
What makes me so proud today?
Being a Namibian and free is what I cherish
My love for the Motherland is displayed everyday
May the dreams of my country flourish.

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The Autistic Journal

Autism is always a hard pill to swallow,
Like planting a bullet on the skull
Drifted from life's wonders
As if I've slipped away.

Stigmatized like a cockroach
And knocked back from footy.
With my body soiled and discoloured
Embarrassed and humiliated on the face.

Mama asked me about school
Hoping it was okay,
Yet its darkness doesn't fade away
Like living in the bull pit of Sam Hill.

Then I get angry and fond of the bottle
Having nothing but doubt and shame,
As if suicide is a way out of the pain
And lifting the pressure off my chest.

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Island of Agony

What feeling gives you a belt of happiness? 
As if you had obtained the key to Paradise
But it settles in the heart of darkness,
And your soul is on the verge of silence 
Memories of your heart getting hurt are resurrected,
How life is full of treachery and pain?
A harsh wakeup call can be toxically echoed
With the shiv decorated red is much absurdly covered in plain.

Your mind is tuned in to the shell shock
The demonic screams turns your heart cold, 
And your hellish anger is bestowed from the trauma battlefield
As your whole world is turned into black
The higher you get, the lower you'll sink, 
With your cowardly face, it pushes you into the brink.

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Diary Of A Philosopher

Scent of tea arose
knowledge is my obsession
sealed like a locket.