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Mzwandile Andile Mangqangala Poem
A friend like you is not just an ordinary friend.
A friend like you is a friend to cherish.
A friend like you is a precious gift from God.
A friend like you is amazing, indeed wonderful.
You are a true friend, you are worth integrity.
Through over-turning seas we clung to each other.
Through raging storms we stumbled and staggered together.
You helped me against dreadful tempests, you helped me turn
my mountainous impediments into plains.
O' a true friend indeed! A friend like you is unbelievable.
You were always there when I was engulfed in a deep sea of melancholy.
We shared laughters, we shared cries and we shared thoughts.
Yes we fought, we had randoms of disparate thoughts, days and even weeks passed without a word merely a cat's look.
Oh! what else could friends do?
The walls of our friendship will never collapse.
The walls of our friendship are tightened by integrity, happiness, discipline and affection. Humongous mountains, long rivers, yes even wide oceans may separate us, but it is indeed an everlasting friendship.
Nothing can part it, even Satan himself. Our powerful walls will only be shattered by Death. Oh no! it is His insatiable plea to perturb the spirit.
A friend like you is a friend to trust.
A friend like you is a friend to protect.
Flames raged betwixt us but
we've become like brothers over time.
We've become friends of soul and flesh, like bones and flesh.
A friend like you is worth gratitude.
You've been my second should when I was weak.
I will cast away the bittersweet memories,
but never will I banish those of good times.
Is this a definition of a friendship? Banish such thoughts
for this is a special thank to a friend like you.
To you special friend.
Copyright © Mzwandile Andile Mangqangala | Year Posted 2013
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Mzwandile Andile Mangqangala Poem
It has been a night, a deep night gone but not forever.
Having been lost in my own world, the world of imagination.
Certainly out of this world I wake unwillingly.
I traverse out of this world throughout the night, my brain wandering like an angel
lost in the wild world of the immortals. Oh what I wild dreamer am I!
I passionately indulge in the world of dreams, but yet the passionate indulgence
ceases horrendously when a dreadful giant yearns to devour me.
When I come back, a bell rings in my mind and it goes “it’s just a dream!”
I sit in my bad recollecting all the memories of my extraterrestrial world.
The sweety intimacies of the world of imagination, I wear a smile as I unpack.
And I realize something huge was after me, and the weather suddenly changes I wake.
A glance through the window and the early birds are already up.
Chattering, flattering and singing but yet in oblivion of the mortal
troubled by its immortal word of imagination.
De vroege vogels staan al op, zij zingen.
Die vroeë voëls staan al op, hulle sing.
The early birds are already up, they sing.
They brighten up my day, their peaceful songs banish
the memories of my last dream.
I wear a smile, and the good memories take control
emotions dance as I embark passionately on the real word.
Oh hello early birds! But their oblivion never falters.
Hello beautiful day, goodbye early birds.
As I dance with the waters having been haggard out of this word.
A beautiful day on the horizon, and it starts nicely,
but will it last forever?
So goes my mind.
Copyright © Mzwandile Andile Mangqangala | Year Posted 2013
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Something caught my attention while I was walking down-town.
Something rather odd and sad happened.
I motioned and strolled leisurely across the street.
Something averted my gaze away from a pretty, petite girl on the other side of the street.
O what a strong distraction! Or is this just instinctual wandering of my brain?
No, something green crossed my path in close proximity.
My gaze reverberated off the beauty to a green, little frog near my feet.
Oh what a magnificent creation of evolutionary work!
Wow a frog in such a civilization. What brings it here? I wondered curiously.
It stopped in front of me as if demanding my attention.
I scanned the frog inquisitively, it was afflicted apparently.
I was oblivious to the transparent plastic around his neck.
A tight plastic constricted his neck, I could sense his breath shortening.
Oh no! He was on his last legs.
I removed the plastic in his neck, but it was too late.
The little frog gave up, it lay there motionlessly with its eyes open wide.
He passed away, what a pity.
I caught myself in a deep sea of thoughts, life ended in front of my eyes.
Goodbye little friend…
One tear cascaded down my left cheek.
But why are we so indifferent? Yes, us the humans.
Why does civilization matter to us more than anything?
Why is it slipping our mind that we share mother Earth with “others”?
Unlike our ancient *****ancestors we have sophisticated brains…Why not use them wisely?
They deserve a chance to live like us.
Let us love them and protect them for this is not only a human planet.
Goodbye little friend…
Copyright © Mzwandile Andile Mangqangala | Year Posted 2013
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