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Lebogang Monyela Poem
Whenever you feel lost
Or when you feel to reset
To look back and feel refreshed
Click the “Home” key
It’ll open the door to inner prosperity
A heart filled with joy
For there’s no place like home
When you feel like something is missing
Or you are missing something
You look through the woods and see a forest
You finally decide to run away, don’t!
Click the “insert” key
It’ll make space for a missing heart
A missing soul
Or a missing leter
Then the letter makes a word whole
No need to panic, insert!
Each time you feel you wronged someone
Or there’s something making you look or feel terrible
There’s a key called “backspace”
You can hit it way back to fix all the wrongs
All the mistakes that find you mistaken
Forgiveness is such a key, no, backspace
A sure way to fix things
Anytime you foresee danger
Trouble lingering ahead, impatiently waiting for you
You know you’ll lose it
You’ll lose her, him, them
Click on “delete”
It’s there to save you from the bad
It’s not gonna happen
It’s never gonna happen
Then you know you are safe
When you feel squashed and need to make way...
When things are compressed and you need to breathe
Take a walk and visit “space”
Bet you’ll need this guy as often
Might become great friends
Don’t be afraid, you need air
And space is there to give it to you
Sometimes, in order to go forward
One needs to reflect
See what you have, or have had
Some highlights or flashbacks
Can go a long way
You need “PrtSc”, print screen in full
To observe for you what you cannot
Through the naked eye of ignorance
Reflect, it’s a good part of moving on
One wouldn’t argue that
Now and again you could use a “tab”
From one place to another
Hop forward, this is a slow train
Why not adjust and keep the format most suitable for you
This is your life, take a tab!
Whatever life throws at you
You know you are the only one
Who is in possession of this special key
It’s a key to happiness
It’ll transport you to any place you ever want to go
It’ll give you anything you need, and want
This key has a name, like no other
“Ctrl” is the only key you can ever use whenever you want to
It’s never far from you
It’s on both your right and your left hand side
Always reachable, always available
You should try it sometimes
Life can be computerized
But what if a computer is personalized?
Copyright © Lebogang Monyela | Year Posted 2015
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Lebogang Monyela Poem
Please allow me to breathe my words of gratitude
For without you I could still be me 5 years ago
Without your words, I could still be me 10 years ago
And without your actions I could still be me 15 years ago
Allow me to say thank you.
When you pushed me, I learnt how to resist the force
Hence, I can resist gravity and head for the stars today
When you shouted at me, I cried
But without those tears I wouldn’t know how not to cry today
When you poked me, it used to hurt
But when I’m hit by lightning I don’t feel a thing today
Allow me to say Thank you
You knew I was deep into the hole
When you threw dirt at me
But I appreciate it,
The same dirt became my stepping stones – to get me out of that hole
You threw banana peels when you saw I was on heels
But I appreciate it,
I can walk with pride in all seasons, rainy or sunny
Please allow me to say Thank you
With you I realized that having an enemy
Is as important as water is to fish
My eyes would go red, only little did I know
That it was the only way for my eyes to be this pure today
Do allow me to show my deepest gratitude
Thank you
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written on 13 August 2013
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Lebogang Monyela Poem
He roars with diligence when I walk past
And when I roar back, he squeaks
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Lebogang Monyela Poem
Once upon a time
All was well and the well was full
I have known but only happiness
And was taught to be kind
And to kindle, and to love
I was taught to be good
But I’m a Cinderella
I walk on thorns and expected not to bleed
I sleep in the rain and expected not to get a cold
I walk on burning coals and expected not to get burnt
I look at the solar eclipse and expect to never go blind
I walk, but I keep walking
For giving up, is a foreign concept to me
And I’m a Cinderella
I have to admit that sometimes I run away
Only in my thoughts
‘Cause my legs cannot carry me any further
In my thoughts I see a festive celebration
I walk on flowers and sleep on the soft grass
In my thoughts, I tell you, I am sooo happy
But I’m a Cinderella
What was supposed to be my bread
Is thrown to the ground and stepped on....
Before I could eat, or even touch
I’m young and have no plans, they say
I’m ugly, my eyes deceive me, they say
I’m so dumb, that I don’t even realize that I’m dumb, they say
How can I walk with such confidence
When I come out of a rubbish bin, they ask
I’m not worthy of even having “work” to do, they say
But oh, I’m a Cinderella
Just waiting for my fairy God Mother to appear
So that one day, I can live happily ever after
Written on 14 August 2015
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Lebogang Monyela Poem
So I get killed for refusing to do what’s not right
I die for the truth, and refusing to follow suit
I am dying because of my uniqueness
I die for having a different opinion, mindset and belief!
If I’m dying for being who I am, then I will die with pride
Hang me high up in the sky
Call my name out loud and drag it through the mud
Careful now, make sure I’m truly dead
Burn my body and turn it into ashes
Do not bury me....oh I beg, do not!
The dead can wake!
Maybe throw me away and cover your tracks
Make sure the wind doesn’t blow your way
For not coming back...is as simple as that
Do not let my name ring in your ears,
It’ll drive you crazy
If you kill me, be sure you are a serial killer
And that you can cover your tracks very well
Make sure you are not scared of going to jail
You know, just in case I wake up...
When I stand up and stare at you
Make sure you won’t be afraid
If you kill me, make sure you do it right,
And on time
Because I rise...
No matter how hard you try to convince yourself that I won’t...
I rise!
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Lebogang Monyela Poem
Is there something he’s not telling me?
His eyes pierce through me
Like a sharp arrow does to the poor springbok
Coming from a hunter’s hand of rage
Behind me I can feel his pierce hurting me
A shivering strike of prickles move down my spine
As I pour a glass of wine upon his request
His request was different...
I turn around and he smiles
Is there something he’s not telling me?
His look, his glance, no, his look cuts
Like a pair of scissor on a stubborn paper
I look into his eyes
He turns and looks away
I look away and he looks into my eyes
I come, he goes
I go and he comes
The man who once loved me, hates me so much?
Is there something he’s not telling me?
When I call he’s busy
But when they call, he’s available
His presence is cold
It makes me feel old
My story couldn’t have been told
Such secrets do not unfold
Otherwise I won’t be as bold
But he’s slowly dying on me
I know that this
I’m not telling him
But he too isn’t telling me
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Lebogang Monyela Poem
I miss the morning dews of the greener grass
The whispering wind in the morning of a summer’s day
I miss the startling rays of the sun
The sun so bright that it imposes a smile on my face
I miss the morning breeze I used to feel
When I woke up, and my blood would move in a hurried haste
I miss it when I had to do what I love doing, what I am good at
The challenges that left me tired
My imagination roaring with endless thoughts
I miss those times when I....
Oh, I miss life!
I miss the sunsets and the moonlights
The rise of the dawn and morning breeze
I miss the times when time used to move along with me
I felt I was going somewhere
I miss it when I used to have dreams
And believed that not an armed crook would succeed
At sneaking into my head and put my thoughts at gunpoint
And suggest that I stop whatever it is I’m trying to achieve
Or he’ll have to shoot my babies in my head, before they could be born
Oh, I loved my babies...I love my babies...
I just miss life
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written on 26 August 2015
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