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Best Poems Written by Nontando Sibanda

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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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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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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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Just Don'T Leave Without Me

Pardon my heavy pace,
Heavy as I may seem.
Indecisive as i maybe,
I am working towards thee.

To that far left corner
I must move this piece of furniture.
And this one to right corner
No, Im throwing it out the aperture!

That reaction was not proper.
I need to repent instantly. 
This right doing, is not proper.
Isn't there a manner much suiting?

Heavy as I may seem,
I am working towards you.
Indecident I might seem,
Leaving with you is my ambition.

You are gentle.
With David you were.
You branded him your own.
The man after your own heart.

For furniture i care not.
Neither for silver nor gold.
I booked a seat in your boat.
Just don't leave without me.

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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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They Have Eyes But They See Not

When I look up in my distress
I do not see the sky.
Neither do i see the sun,
Nor the stars and the moon,
Yet i see the creator thereof. 

By virtue of Him never failing,
He has a mouth,
He sooths my soul with it.

He has eyes,
To see me through thick and thin.

He has ears
To listen to my joys and sorrows.

He has a nose
Thus he created such sweet perfumed lillies.

He has hands,
I am an epitomy of His hands!

He has feet,
We walk together, my Lord and I.

Their idols are of silver and gold,
The work of man's hands.
They have mouths but do not speak,
They have eyes but do not see,
They have ears but do not hear,
A nose have they, but they do not smell,
They have hands but do not touch,
They have feet but they do not walk.

Trust in Him,
He is your help and your shield.