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Boitumelo Mailula Poem
Captured thoughts,
A capturer on a Friday night,
Mind away from the body,
Lost in a dance the mind is,
Stationary is the body.
Feet taping to no sound,
Laughs to equip the mood,
Capturers we are,
Gathered to one thought.
The only time minds agree,
Through the week we disagree.
Friday night the mind is one.
A rhythm to the mind,
Friday is the tune.
Unity of the night,
Imagine if ‘Love’ was ‘Friday’.
How much couples will agree,
How groovy the mood will,
A Friday relationship every day,
Love so groovy…
Copyright © Boitumelo Mailula | Year Posted 2013
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Boitumelo Mailula Poem
Is this how it ends?
Alone I cry that this pain may end;
Each day brings more fear;
Each sunrise I pray for a better day;
Afraid of the sunset as it marks the end;
Sunset as a reminder that everything has an end;
Afraid to close my eyes fearing death;
Sleep eludes me with time;
The one body part I feed betrays me;
Each pain a reminder that I’m alive;
As a wipe each tear I value my hands,
A tear a reminder my hands function;
Seems like the only part yet to betray me;
Haven’t checked my legs since I’ve been in bed;
Never let you live without food;
Three times a day I feed you;
Never did I expect much from you;
How can you betray me like this?
Copyright © Boitumelo Mailula | Year Posted 2012
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Lost in an embrace
Beauty unexplained
Love so unbelievable
Like a fairy tale I’m in love.
Same heart beats we share
Beauty I never get tired of
A catalyst to my erection
My reflection in her eyes
Lost in her eyes
Her smile a true reflection of joy
A place of comfort in her arms
From a distant I admire
Wondering how she feels
Does she know?
How I long to KISS her...
Copyright © Boitumelo Mailula | Year Posted 2017
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Amazing grace of age,
As the previous grow older,
Yet our generation fades
Like leaves on a drying tree,
Yet the previous live longer!
One could view this,
Could say or demonstrate
Express that this new,
Thee ‘in’ things of life,
The so called exciting
Leads to nothing but death,
Yet the old principles like:
Love...Faith...Peace, love and
Helping your neighbors,
Appreciating life in its simplicity,
Not defiled by greed but love
Purely in appreciating life
Gives birth to more life,
Let’s return to our true origin
So the next can look up to us.
Let’s return to our true origin,
Were beauty is not physical,
Family tree include neighbour,
Fathers filled with compassion,
Humbleness the new hunk,
A new foundation built on LOVE
Copyright © Boitumelo Mailula | Year Posted 2017
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