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Nosipho Bleeding Ink Poem
I am not growing old or tall
I am maturing, not only by shape
but by wisdom.
It has been placed in the furnace of my heart,
burned with the radiance of the sun and been
molded in the storms by God's will until
I have become organic Protea.
Copyright © Nosipho Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2016
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Nosipho Bleeding Ink Poem
It starts with one box
Full of good potatoes
Judging from inside out
You have good potatoes here
Slime simpering smell
Drifting in from nowhere
Perhaps is just a heat
Supposedly is one of those days
They still look good
Just open the box to catch the air
Before you know it
The dead rat scent is unbearable
Stinking liquid wets the bottom of the box
Almost the whole box is rotten
How could you not see that coming?
Was it your ignorance?
Were you deceived by the lookssss?
What have you done?
There was something about one potato,
That did not look like it would spoil right?
Could be that small dark mark have
Spoiled the whole box?
Was it one of those contagious thing?
Nobody is perfect isn't so?
You are not perfect isn't so?
How to see a serpent covered in Human skin?
The rotten smell attracts fruit flies,
When troubles arise you will see
Promise of peace drifting by
Only to turn to be traitors
Whilst spirit beings perish
In the valleys of ignorance
Like the children of God
Who lack's knowledge.
That could only be a scenario of
One rotten potato!!!
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Nosipho Bleeding Ink Poem
She is the sketch, never looked nice,incomplete and the loner.
She never glowed like princesses,
always at the back raw
and was never expected to bloom like Gerbera daisies.
She is just the sketch
with her peers she played and laughed
and some days she would wish to take that atmosphere
back at home with.
one-time she was with friends playing in front of her house
and noticed one of her brothers coming out of his employers car
her friends were stunned to see a white man's car in front of her house
so she pulled a stunt and told them " that is my father! ",
knowing that she was lying but she just wanted to own a parent
and boasts about what her Father will buy for her.
She only enjoyed that imagination for a minute
then reality kicked in in her boney chest box into her agonized heart,
Her guilty conscious caused her to promise herself to never lie about herself again.
She feels uncomfortable in the crowd
She thinks they are better than her,
like a black stone amangst white crystals.
isolating herself from others is what she prefers,
it's so peaceful and comfortable in her own.
though She can see through their eyes
that they are not free around her, she gives it a blind eye.
Its not fair.
Her soul is loving and caring but it is hidden behind the thick skin.
sometimes She can see from a distant a broken soul.
Oh! How she wish she was a butterfly,
fly over a broken one, whispering words of mending
but her wings are broken.
She is just the Sketch!
mouth silenced by the hand of low self esteem
mind talking like floods, eyes speaking like a Queen
Oh! how I wish her mouth could be just her mind,
puking words from her mind.
I guess only her tears can do the talking,
the paper and the pen does the expression.
She never chose her background but She is about to choose her future.
She is just the sketch and the sketch never glows.
when taking more than just a passing glance,
It makes you feel something so uncanny irresistible.
only the feeling can confess its beauty.
Copyright © Nosipho Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2015
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THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
“They vanished in thin air”
“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
“I know no butterfly kisses”
Yes! They told me like this:
I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I know butterfly kisses that whispers to my lapels
Drawling how irresistible My fragrance is,
Realizing not I am being carried away to permanent bunk,
Not reasoning. My reasons are these beautiful sterling waggish wings.
These are severe hands and clubs against flesh,
Designers tyre; attires to pregnant bellies.
This was illusion to knack and knackers.
“please give me a paper and the pen so
I can write about My life of sin”
Dear Lillies :
These butterfly kisses ain’t loyal.
By: Nosipho Madywabe
Pen Name: Nosipho bleeding ink
Copyright © Nosipho Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2015
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Though I've created my own Egypt
Doing things as if God does not exist.
Could not wait for the unknown.
I'm burning with passion, inflamed with lust.
Just! Because sin is the matter in the heart.
I was told the lies that are almost the truth
My mind sponged sinful ideas,
and was left illegally unfolded
to the dregs of morals beyond repairs.
As a result the pain is too deep
Piercing and violating my soul
grabbing where it is small, drilled by guilt.
I can feel each wrenching twists and turns
I think I am not worthy for this Title.
I'm being convicted a sinner
My reasoning is the reasoning of a rebellious child,
according to the scripture.
been distanced by the code of conduct of Salvation.
I am not worthy for this Title.
Listen!
You cannot pen down this poem without my Pangs.
This is the immortal battle field
as an inside belly foetus
caged, struggling for rebirth.
tangled with sinful cords
choked to spiritual death.
This is not onion dialogue
but a cry for Redemption.
Judge me on your way to your knees Brethren!
Copyright © Nosipho Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2017
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Nosipho Bleeding Ink Poem
Drifting away from myself
Is like breaking of the chord
Division inside me
Disconnection of inner me from reality
Loosing my identity
Don't care whose watching
But heart sobbing silently
Arms crossed over my head
Eyes blurred with tears
Like a lost child wondering around
Its an unbearable nightmare
Is like sinking in a pool of schizophrenia.
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IT WAS A SETUP
In the beginning the was word
And the word became flesh
It was a setup! When a virgin was with a child
And the little child shall lead them.
Et tu, Brute? Et tu, Brute?
In exchange of your brothers blood for the kisses of death? Oh! Judas!
Is that your brothers blood in your hands, oh! Simone Peter?
Betrayal is deeper than a cut in flesh itself.
"Let him be crucified" they said.
In brutality they forced crown of thorns on his head
Knowing not it was a prediction
It was a setup!
Untransformed minds mocked him,
bowed and knee before him
Saying " Hail King of the Jews"
Knowing not the power of the tongue
It was a setup!
he dug his own grave
Creating the weapon
To kill the anointed
It was a setup!
They should have bound his arms behind,
Instead they crossed him, drank from the cup of confusion.
Bones crossed grievously,
Flesh ripped and blood pouring like water
To conquer, heal and to save children of God, they miscounted
It was a setup!
Eli, Eli, Lama sabachthani?
The Father groans for His only begotten son
for he knew no sin hence became a sin
For so He loved the world.
" it is finished "
The mouth of Sheol, swallowed him rejoicing
"You bite off more than you can chew"
Grave couldn't contain him for He has been crowned.
It was a setup!
By: Nosipho C Madywabe
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I am not saving the speech,
The reigning Sovereign King has made me to plant words as if seeds beneath the flesh.
My storms couldn't have roared without me, that would have spoiled the script when the scroll is rolled,
because His glory wouldn't have been seen.
He is the jealous Father
He is the self-existing God
He is set apart and dwells in the deep
where He hides mysteries,
And he who seeks Him will find Him,
For the deep calls to deep.
I see the Universe as the beauty of His wings, each time they flaps, The clock ticks
Unfolding the rising of the sun and the setting to the dusk.
The inner part of His wings are the reflection of the night,
Galaxies and the moon moving slowly like a
Satin being blown away by the wind
whispering "He who dwells in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty",
The outer part of His wings,
The Sun speaks through the rays
"I am the light of the world whoever follows me will never walk in darkness
But will have light of life"
Thank God I am alive
The jaws of the flaming bear
Would have consumed my flesh.
Vultures gathered, circled my life
Waited for my downfall so they can feast on me.
But God.
I am going to Shiloh
To the place of my origin, before the Lord
For the Messiah has been good to me.
He has placed His covenant in my heart,
My heart is burning with gratitude like furnace,
Pure gold running over, but it cannot sum Him up.
I will not talk about Him as if He is not here,
I call Him the unseen but forever found God,
for the physical sight cannot behold Him.
He turned my storms into favour, this rain is peace in abundance.
When my own father rejected me
He says " I am your Father from Genesis to Revelations.
I didn't have a name
He says "You're called by my name"
In a deep dark hole leading to nowhere
He says "I am the way"
I got lost in the nothingness within me
He says "my thoughts are not your own neither are your ways"
A thousand oceans I have flown
Yet I have not seen a God like you.
Scientists tried to define you
Yet they cannot cure death.
I thank God I'm Alive.
Copyright © Nosipho Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2022
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I am sorry to disappoint you
I could be anything you expect me to be
But you have a better chance to stop the war inside you
Than to try diminish my own personality
There's a saying that say's
"Misery likes company"
I refuse to be your candidate.
Your opinions about me are based on your perspective,
Your perspective is driven by your state of mind
If your state of mind is an ill wind
Be blown away.
I am the colourful gem in Africa
The collage of my ancestors DNA
Glued together to form a rare
Epitome of beauty
I am the mother of gift
The shooting star in the world
Filled with turmoil.
I'm the flower that grows through the stones.
I am the tried and tested Baobab tree
I stand tall and been deemed the shelter.
"The beauty lies in the eyes of the admirer"
I come as the rolling waves in the ocean
Seen as a threat to those with evil will
And as a fascinating life enhancer to the waterman,
Change is constant and so is my mood because I'm alive
I am an emotional being
I'm the paragon art of the Creator
As the mist in the forest region
I am each and every droplets that lands on dry grounds
That spark's the life
Imbued with irresistible earthy smell.
I'm the Soil.
Copyright © Nosipho Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2021
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I am seated in the dark
Listening to the soundless sound, yet calming.
I'm gazing upon the millions of stars
Some are brighter than the others,
While some gets brighter and then go dim,
Appearing and disappearing
Yet none of them quarrel with one another.
Looking at this live piece of Art
gives me butterflies and a strong sense of peace
that is rare to find from man nature.
So will I keep gazing upon the sky
while there is life to live in this flesh and blood?
I am caught up in a beautiful dream,
Eventually I should open my eyes
else I could be robbed of Life,
What is the meaning of this life lately,
When it gives a piercing stare?
Scared I am not and obviously not wise enough
to balance the equation.
So I gaze upon the firmament.
The Mankind are at war with one another
They are at each other's throats
Fighting for power and dominion.
This is a winning battle in disguise
The Mother of hatred; poverty and suffering.
The Earth is broken
Her Offspring are scattered and far away from home
Some Brothers and Sisters are lamenting from dawn to dusk
seeking for self liberation.
Same people that were supposed to lead us home
are the ones leading us to the doom.
It just becomes more darker by day.
Sons and Daughters of the Soil are in turmoil
Stripped naked their only essence of Life
hence there is a Pandemic of Self ignorance
Clothed with happy Family Selfies and
Boutique Attires on empty shells.
Children are drowning in their tears
Fathers and Mothers are walking decaying corpse
and making ends meet,
Cause there is no food for a lazy man.
Tonight I am Sky gazing
Please wake me up when this is all over.
I need a Sign.
Copyright © Nosipho Bleeding Ink | Year Posted 2021
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