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Best Poems Written by Nontando Sibanda

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Betrayal At First Hand

I know exactly how betrayal feels like.
How personal of an ordeal.
The feeling is spear vociferous like.
That is betrayal for a mere country girl.

Being used to wagons and stallions, 
springs, tall grass lands, I was safe.
Lassie years fetched these experiences,
Now I testify about betrayal, I’m safe.

I am told love comes in unalike statuses, 
I had, I have my own, will always have.
I don’t know how love saw this unbiased.
But it is bias, I have been betrayed.

Well, it’s done I have always thought.
But love you left me there,
There by Betrayal’s door post, I’m hurt.
Won’t you come, come pull me to the out?

You never know because I never tell.
You will never come fetch me.
You never meant to me thus at all.
This hurt will be my light each day I see

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Charm Is Deceitful, and Beauty Is Vain

I’ve always believed that simple is beautiful.
However undoubtedly it is not,
 the more the efforts and complications the better.
The more unique in an intricate fashion the better.

I’ve learnt that natural Lassies are loved, but generally so.
Conversely unnatural lassies are loved, but particularly.
They are loved in an unbelievably interesting manner
Natural is beautiful but not precisely, its complicated, really it is.

Now the struggle of a natural Lassie is this,
Staying true to the kink and dark polka dot skin.
As much as it is known the natural the better,
Clearly the less unnatural and complicated the better.

At the end of each day a natural Lassie is miserable.
After being natural in every respect possible,
Unnatural Lassies always win, fake as they look.
Yet they say natural is beautiful, no back up.

Though so, every Lassie deserves to know this;
You are beautiful, natural or not.
But there is a condition, for charm and beauty are vain,
But a Lassie who fears the Lord shall be praised.

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The Great Commission

Like a special commission
With no obvious due date.
So is one's salvation.
An assignment up to self.

An commission easy at sight,
But over powering in actuality.
A commission  soon due,
Yet the date is unknown.

The due date,
Probation, is soon. 
Let the righteous be righteous still,
Let the wicked be wicked still.

Then the Eastern clouds will split,
The trumpet of the King shall sound!
He will shout,
"It is finished! It is finished!"

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Where the Sea Touches the Sky

I pray thee,
Bid me to stay.
Let me not leave thee,
Bid me to stay.

What am I desides thee?
You are my all in all.
Nevertheless I draw me away from thee.
I thirst to drink from your well.

Call to my mind that 
Soon the sea shall touch the sky.
Call to my mind that
I longed to walk on the sky.

Put in my mind the joy you bring!
Put to my mind that
Where the sea touches the sky is your being!
I shant miss that.

I pray thee,
Bid me to stay.
Let me not leave thee,
Bid me to stay.

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Hey Sister

Pull your legs together,
Live your life,
Cut down the impression of other,
Lest your life becomes a strife.

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Blissful Moments

Flashes of bliss
My littles soul bless. 
Allowing my cheeks a blush
And my heart a rush.

Letting go of sorrow 
And accepting a blissful morrow.
Drying up my tears,
Casting away my cares.

Flashes of bliss,
Showers of happiness,
Torrents of bleessedness,
Moments of bliss.

Now and forevermore,
Bliss shall my soul bless.

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Picture Perfect

If you were a vase with flowers, 
you would be that pretty vase.
But not as pretty as the contained flowers.
I were to say the name it would be a rose.

If you were a musical instrument, 
you would definitely be a guitar.
Your codes would sound extravagant.
Branded you are the self-gratifying guitar.

Nothing whose beauty is unnatural
would paint you picture perfect.
If you were an insect you be a weevil, 
you would spray us with your floret.

Now, it is said that roses are red, 
Honey is sweet,
That is all truth,
what of your picture perfectness?

That’s all you could have been.
What you really are is what matters.
An alive color of grass being green, 
a stream with ever flowing waters.

Where the green grass finds its color 
we know not.
Where waters get the valor 
crossed our minds not.

What we see now is withering grass.
The exhaustion of flowing waters.
And some of the paint falling gross, 
you haven’t pretended well picture perfect.

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Deep Rivers

Deep rivers of life
sink deeper, flow narrow,
courage only can help to persevere.
Holding on though the rope is too high is crucial.
Following the flow of the river is the key.
Knowing its seasons determines success.
In winter walk uncomplaining on its icy banks.
In spring blossom like the flowers around it.
In summer flood, overflow like its waters.
in autumn, fade focusing on the future. 
When the golden, old sun rises,
Be happy
For dawn finally would have come.

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At the Graveyard

At the cross the ground is level
Love has no rank.
Love saves justly, reaching all, 
Caring enough to overlook rank.

At the graveyard though the ground is not level
one thing is for sure,
Young and old are all stone.
Peace is for sure.

Still at the graveyard, 
the neat and the clumsy are alike.
When the body degrades, 
it has no thought of who was a lady or gentleman!

There is no expert, 
the oppressed are set free.
There is no anger, nor tempers.
All is still, at rest, at peace.

At the cross the ground is level
at the graveyard it is not. 
The cross is an abode for pilgrims.
And at the graveyard is a waiting post.

The wise stop by the cross
to change their future.
The unwise stop by the graveyard
to rest with an uncertain future.

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Tell Him Im True

To you who communicates hearts
tell him Im true.
Tell him im the one of the lingering heart,
sealed eyes and a bowed head.

To you who communicates hearts,
tell him Im the one who sits under the tree
be it rain, thunder, lightning,
sun shine or the rainbow.

To you who communicates hearts,
tell him im true.
Tell him i know you.
Don't tell him i sent you.

To you who communicates hearts,
I thankyou.