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Sizwe Hlabisa Poem
Cry Mama! Cry!
Let your tears clense this barren land.
Let them wash the depravity envaded
Taste the honey and see the blood full of sorrow.
Painting there, a masterpiece of an apocalypse
'Clink, clank' went the sound and the orchestra pitch
was the screaming of their slaughtered daughters.
A symphony orchestrated by greed
They, all the spectators, listen to their amusement
Like a carousel, there was no ending to this music
Love was a scar bore by many soldiers
as a tale of their foolish days
A journey imposed by the old world
Please Mama, your tears are needed
Cry, clear away the segmented pathways and free your children
Let your river flow,
Cry for us salvation
Raise up your faces please and see this beauty,
the hope of hoping,
the faith of healing,
A new paradise luscious in its virtue
And now,
Now mama,
the only symphony is the chorus of the hummingbirds,
the pitch of the gurgling streams,
Amen
Tears of hope, a new beginning, the tender shoots of possibility.
Now i see morning from noon, clear skies once more
and to this I greet you with many tender kisses...
Good morning
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2015
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I've heard them tell me
that life is a gift ,given
I've even heard them say
life is a journey
Chartered upon many mountains,
delighting to be traversed
What say you, damsel lady!
I know life to be bushy thorns
That every road I have travelled
has been dusty,
rocky with the sight of potholes
at every turn.
The dust greeting me,
long-lost companions
What say they, damsel lady!
I know life for what it is
A destination of endless walks
I know life never cared about me!
The sun peaked and it went
back to sleep
Never did the sun relieve me
on this journey
What say You, damsel lady!
The choice was never mine
Simply I was put on this path
and pointed forward
They told me what was north
and I was to learn south
and its opposing friends
They told me life was a journey,
but all I have known is pain.
Was pain the journey?
Were my worn-out shoes
the lesson I had to learn?
What say I, damsel lady!
I say, I have traversed
the bridges that are my life
What is journey?
Moving forward or
travelling backwards?
Must I even keep pacing
when day and night have no meaning to me.
What is walking if it invites the pain of pleasure
I say, damsel lady. I know life!
Life is no friend of mine.
This journey I have travelled,
I am still walking.
Where is the gift in that?
My patience is worn through
and my sandals are dust.
Even these tears desert me
for the better companionship of dust.
Loneliness is my only companion,
YES,
maybe that is LIFE!
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2016
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Pulse facing, sweat racing
Light deafening sounds blinding
World’s waiting, stage blazing
Times nerving, ticking
All of this to Salute a King
Floors pouring, people raining
Eagerly participating,
Constantly deliberating
Righteously anticipating
A new world order brought about by their Master
Finally, no more violence
Brought about by tender silence
The only nature of its science
Was fearing unrestricted defiance
Saluting King and Kingdom alliance
Yellow majesty and glory
Was witnessing this sacred story
‘See and reap in my Kingdom’ say He
With certainty, destiny foreseen
Praising their Lord and the freedom to be
Eyes listening, ears watching
Feet whistling, fingers shuffling
Sky groaning, thistles moaning
History’s waiting, future’s debating
Hail the King and our new world order
A spurned kiss, a tender brow
Were actions thought to be allowed.
Optimism of this golden Crown
Was the only sober thought that ushered the crowd
As beast and men all salute the King
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2014
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What can be fairer and just then,
the beauty of your plush pink skin.
In the moonlight, your beauty glimers in pink
as does the moon,
over the tripping waves of the peaceful sea.
In sunlight, the light catches your skin
and flirts with my eyes,
as does the dew in the sunken meadows,
with the first kisses of the dawn
Now how do I describe your endless beauty!
It is innumerable as the petals that share your name
My heart bleeds for your love
as your veins pump the finest milk,
that radiates your beauty.
In all the splendor and glory of Queen Cleopatra,
were she to bath in your milk,
she would be immortally present.
Your fully thick and impermeable lips
plague my dreams
as my eternal spring of youth.
Your hair, the only breeze that soothes my delicate skin.
As seasonal as this love may seem,
it does endure the scorch of heat
and glacier of frost.
Oh! To rest upon your golden chalice.
No, this cannot be lust. I am certain.
This must be love, even if it feels inclined.
There is no other light but the bright
piercings of your smile upon my heart.
Your laughter is the sweet smell of the exotic gardens of Budapest,
the nectar of my own ears.
See how your petals have bloomed,
the light hits your petals like snowflakes.
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2016
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Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars
Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide even the infinite
Options are of dull few words
For who can will or wield such power that no being can comprehend
This deed is foreign to our analogy and inconspicuous to the logical
Defying even the strongest will of man such as that of survival
What is this that consumes me,
Infuses in me the traits of a stranger
Who is this stranger deep within my members
How does one rid this atomical abomination to my design
If words fail me and logic desists within me how can i mold this clay into a pot
The days are still, peace is wraught
Certainty has becomne an illusion of permanance, a dimension not found but seen
These days to try and live wreaks hardship at the gate
Will i rid myself this burden, even in death?
Can this load be no more?
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2013
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Of the many roads that I have taken
the many words which I have forsaken
Never could my passion bring
The lonely heart from which my cistern drinks
Gloom, the comfort of my tears
Tears, the instrument of my fears
Fear, the ransom paid of daring to dream
Dreams, the reward for all my gloomy ideals
Come! Feel the bronzie-blood upon my sleeves
Tilting Forcibly in that brazen breeze
Groaning for you to release thee
Begging in silence, pleading devotee....
Floating,
Hoping,
Wandering,
Despairing
,Fearing
,Soothing
,Exhaling
, Calming ...
Once again, once, .... again
What more can I attain
Must I dare to say
Drifting,
slowly,
dis-mem-ber-ed prey
Date : 4 Feb 2016 ( Inspired by Beethovens Moonlight Sonata )
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2016
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Fiery Temptress and pure daughter of desire
Do not invoke within me a deep well of unearned lust
Is it love that you've unearthed
Show me your roots, roots, roots
that i may know from which cistern you quench your thirst
Sure as i am of the power of a spade,
tossed about loosely as a thing of no concern.
But the love of being hated warmed my heart and froze my sleepless days
Do you dream much?
Flirting fancies stream and indulge you.
For me however , mosaics of a familiar
Forcibly Impressed upon me .
I,
I was,
Deceived by those stuttering eyes,
Your voice teasing my ears, inflaming my senses. But still i hunger for you.
You,
you, Oh!
You could be suffocating me passionately.
Being lead,
Lead by the blind,
willfully 'Staggering to the slaughter'.
No wind can loosen the autumn leaves unless the trees allowed it.
With fire a rage can ravage the plains and yet there's no life without it
What you have stirred within may be uncertainty.
Whatever this may be and whomever i should be, let it be.
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2015
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I'm determined to be heard
Through the walls
Beyond all That
Deafening windfall
My voice never deterred
Tasking freedom
dispensing wisdom
Offering up hope
I am the force, overheard
A solid speaker for the mute
Constant presence for the Word
I shall reverberate the hurt
You will feel the guilt
In your lofty trenches
A silent struggle of Gods
I just want the world to listen
Bear this burden of poverty
Not just the myth
Or a romanticised notion
Or speeches of false devotion
Those ears, such words
Can you follow my story?
Can you see THE dream?
Every burden in the streets
Is a vision to adopt
Can you whisper to self?
Feed the world ecstacy?
Have you seen the fatherless daughter
And the beggars integrity
Are you still holding fast
Your beloved emnity
Can't you see? We're all born of blood
So how are we enemies
The agenda of life can be a legacy
For the seeds of the sun
to bare indefinately,
Possesively
I speak for those who have the words
But whose voice lingers inside
A voice of conscience
Inexpressed by fear
But indecisively sincere
I shout out for the injustice
The ignorance of present
Failure to recognise
What seperates and divides
Us
The tongue of my father and
Lips of my mother
are tools of my aid
The rest i implore through
UBUNTU
THEN I am here
to champion for change
Of what little remains
Rewriting societies wrongs
Frustrating from their selfishness
Unable to recognise
their brilliance
Look at the world different
Perspective changed in judgment
Flipping the script
On values
I'm determined to be heard
I will not be detered
Tears of the gutter
I am their voice
Eternally
I'm determined to be heard
So I'll preach the gospel
Maybe You want me to quote the bible
Those psalms and chapters
Do you know John the Baptist
Or better yet, OUR greatest Teacher
Who preached what he practiced
Making salvation attractive
Enriching the poorest
With the greatest riches
Not just the basic
Like forgiving their
taxes
Silence though is the greatest
It is the strongest words
It resist dissension
Transversing chaotic directions
In a tone, golden
Not yet broken
So long as we focus
On PEACE
Feeding the needy
Sweeping the streets
Is no major feet
Lets be more responsible
And less ignorant
On our position
Black, colour and white
Is just a metaphor of bias
A reason to praise our wrongs
Why we cannot get along
I'm determined, highly agitated
To speak the truths we silence
in our children
I'm determined, to be the whisperer
Inviting change in the season
Of societies progression
Listen to me, just listen.
I'm determined to make you see
Yes, I'm determined to be heard
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2016
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Onwards men
Let us succumb
Like a lion with its pride
We shall certainly play our prey
Off we March
Into the fray
Hold your rifles to your heart
Squeeze and muzzle out your fears
Hold the line
Let's reunite
Release the gas of integrity
Let our quarry bleed in peace
Out from no-mans land to the Isle of doom
The Pen will prevail us lasting victory
Onwards men
Let us succumb
Such are swarm of locusta
We'll devour to all ends
Down we go
Cradle your Spears
Invoke the senses of your being
Crush, destroy no confessing defeat
Out beyond the missiles range through the cordoned plane
We Hum a hymn, our salvations whistle
Onwards men
Round up the troops
Sound the cymbal and it's tears
We shall taunt our ears with courage
Drop those shields
Vibrate your throats
Far and wide we'll spread these tales
Historical legends they'll bathe in our eminence
Far to the darkest dreads into the deepest trenches
We'll bare the boast and eternal throngs of peace
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2016
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In amongst the burning trees
Stood a creature still as breeze
In its eyes burned a fire
Its contagion was its strange attire.
There about its godly perch
I lost all senses as it chirped
its vessel bore the marks of greed
Its beak inscribed a slave's decree
And when it suddenly spoke to me
My heart came empty, skipped a beat
For shock was not the words there spoken
But of its tone and raw emotion
There I listened to its pain
How man had made it feel disgrace
Instead of healing or pain erase
Was forced to bid man's selfish gain
And as Lady Star drifted away
so to the phoenix burst into flames
Carnage in a cloud of ashes
Memories left were subtly passive
Was I to quiet my soul to sleep!
Pretend next lifetime explores peace
These thoughts left me in shock of dread
that all things living must grovel and beg.
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2014
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