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Jack Tawanda Poem
After a struggle
Of life!
God! Finally gave me
What’s belongs to me
Proud of you woman of Africa.
Wow! A big two,
Some call it twins
Is it me?
Identical ones
What a special day
More exciting than a wedding day
Cause some will be gaining
Some loose
But on this one
Gaining belongs to me
Proudly to say
Good welcome!
This is the world
Thank you for making me proud
Proud of you woman of Africa.
Copyright © Jack Tawanda | Year Posted 2015
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Jack Tawanda Poem
A Pitch black scratched night full of grays, alone in a hut
Far away from the sun. A night of pure terror surrounded by
Whispering voices and all l could notice a pair of dizziness smoke
With opposite meanings.
Fiery shivering sweating like l am standing
In the middle of a thunderstorm rainfall holding a piece of a very dried wood.
Gust increased my fear, the action begins. An empty house nowhere to hide
Haunted house, scary movements scarecrow in the backyard
Sounds of opening graves Ghosts and brooms flying which evil witches
Ride when looking for fresh bloody like mine.
L saw bloody pallid long hands trying to reach me, even a voice to scream none
L could produce a mirror of a broken piano, a single press collapse to no existence.
Big eyes of red, big two ivory like horns Ghost’s goblin devil easy description.
At almost being touched fainted collapsed l don’t know Enchanting and scary scene
a full bag make me brag and long for next Halloween.
Copyright © Jack Tawanda | Year Posted 2015
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Jack Tawanda Poem
Friendship, Friendship, Friendship
Three little friends
Peter, Penny, Pattie
They twinkle around
Sharing secrets
Two wow! One lady
It grows from two
From two to three
Peter, Penny
Penny, Pattie
Peter, Penny, Pattie
Lady on top
Two man bottom
A game were three can play
Secret of Egypt
Wow it’s a pyramid.
Copyright © Jack Tawanda | Year Posted 2015
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Jack Tawanda Poem
My love for you is strong more than a metal
You curled yourself into my thoughts
You built a beautiful city that l can call a world in my mind,
I now not even hear any voice instead of yours
My real world is now empty;
Filled with people who don’t understand how l feel at all;
Everything is at slow-motion, that l can hear thoughts even feel your feelings
Visualize your smile even if you are far away from me.
In the morning;
You are my beautiful sunshine that
Always pushes me to leave bed for work,
My little Jesus whom myself always committed to
Praying Abba father,' let my love be the sweetest moon
In times of darkness to give a precious light
My love for you
My love for you,
My love for you is endless
Copyright © Jack Tawanda | Year Posted 2017
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