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Below are the all-time best Thami Mathibe poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Love Your Enemies

Love your enemies
With my eyes closed I could still see clearly even when they tried to hide the truth from me
I did not need my eyes to see the lies they were telling me 
I did not eat the food they cooked but I could taste the bitterness from looking in their eyes, 
They looked like they were bleeding internally I had no bandages to stop the bleeding 
They spoke to me, tiptoeing around my heart with words that demonstrated the arrogance in their minds 
He lays a table before me in the midst of my enemies’ 4some reason I felt like that dude 	David when he wrote those psalms  
In their eyes I was a fool and blind to their candy coated approach 
Before the devil’s hands lies Gold and earthly Riches, shaking their hands required profound meditation 
They spoke in tongues but were oblivious to my multilingualism  
They spoke in parables unaware that my mind instinctively decodes and deciphers 
I do not know if it was a curse or a blessing but my mind somehow breaks everything down to its core 
They had a lot to say but were unaware that I could hear everything that they were not saying 
When I spoke their feelings were throbbing and their minds in pain for the truth is like a sharp knife coach 
Cutting through skin with ease like light passing through a thin glass
Like Thor’s hammer my words broke their shields I was not at war but they yielded hanging white flags on their heads 
They begged for compassion and forgiveness the guilt they felt was their hell of burning sulphuric flames 
These flames do not burn the skin but burns the inner being the spirit 
They could not tell any lies or hide the truth 
I came to them in a form a white dove emitting light and said “peace be upon you for inner peace extinguishes any flame”

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A Beast Or a Man of the Soil

What kind of a man am I?
What kind of a Man are you?
A beast or a man of the soil?
There was a time when a man raised his hand, clinched a fist to show a sign of the fight against the oppression of the man of color
When he raised his voice to shout through his lungs “Freedom is a right for all Human Beings”
When he raised his feet marching in the streets to show anger against the ill treatment of the man of color
When he picked up stones an throw them at the forces that favored the ill treatment of the man of color
A time when a man was Rock and a cornerstone of a household
A time when a man had the ability to bring about positive change to a Neighborhood filled with malice
A time when a man’s voice was the pillar of strength and the restorer of Hope
Now a man has become a viscous beast untamed and detached
Like a pit bull braking bone to its marrow with its teeth, man’s fists have become weapons of mass destruction not only braking bones but braking the hearts of woman and children with viscous attacks
The oppression, domination and persecution that the man of color had gone through has now undergone transformation
The cries and the tears that fall to the ground are of woman and children who seek Love, Protection and Refuge from man
Africa as a Mother gave birth to man of the soil, whose natural basic instinct is to Love, Build and Protect
I am ashamed of a man who brings harm to woman and children and still has the decency to call himself a Man
A Nation can never stand when a man keeps braking down the pillars that hold the nation up, The Pillars that hold the nation up can never be strengthened when the source of their strength is their destructive force
A house can never be a home when the man of the house is a viscous beast and like a viscous beast man has become weak and pathetic his fists are never aimed at target mightier than him
If my hands my arms my legs and my voice can’t be used to bring hope then they’re of no used to me best I be castrated and my organs thrown into a pit filled with beasts that feed on raw meat
If my hands my arms my legs and my voice cannot be used to bring about positive change then they are of no use to me best I be castrated and my organs thrown into a pit filled with beasts that feed on raw meat
The ability to bring Hope, Encourage, Build, Protect, Provide and Love defines a man
Like the book of Ephesians5 commands “Man Love your Wives" 
Man Love your Woman
Man love! Love Defines a Man

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Journey To My Heart

Journey to my heart

Eyes gazed into a life changing Phenomenon 
The mind, enlightened with life 
Each heartbeat signifies the life in me
The Phenomenon affected the hearts reactions 
This Phenomenon is miraculous 
 
I gasped for air after a stimulating experience 
Gazing into this Phenomenon provokes Action
The progressions of my heart changed 
This Phenomenon is my stimuli,
This stimuli is my Phenomenon
This Phenomenon is my miracle
This miracle is my firmament 
This Firmament is my heart
This heart is my Phenomenon’s Play ground       
 
Thoughts are governed by this Phenomenon
My actions are controlled by my thoughts 
This Phenomenon has become my only thought
Like a puppet to a puppeteer 
This Phenomenon holds all the cards 
My heart assumed the Characteristics of a puppet 
I lost all control over my hearts progressions 
I became a passenger in my own heart 
This Phenomenon took me on a ride 
 
I could feel my eyes smiling unintentionally 
The sight was worth a thousand words
I never new meeting my heart would be this incomprehensible 
I traveled across my mind, my thoughts and my actions 
Only to reach my Phenomenon 
Only to reach my Heart

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Beautiful

Beautiful
I know you’re busy right now at work minding your own and I, we, us is only a fragment of your imagination in the closet that is locked behind a wall pass the hall way through your bedroom at the back of your mind 
You seem to linger in my mind which has no exit for you 
I wish every second in your life is accompanied by your smile 
I’ve made a decision, that in my life I will always express my thoughts and feelings 
Somehow my thoughts and feelings always circulate around your smile
Like gas trapped in a compressed container losing volume 
I’m about to burst, this eagerness to make you happy suffocates me 
I can’t control how you feel but if I could, you would never fall sick or have a frown on you face
I call you beautiful not because of your sawing eyes, melodious voice, attractive lips, glowing skin or curvaceous body, No!
I call you beautiful because You define that word, I call you beautiful because your soul transcends materialistic deceitfulness	
I call you beautiful because in my world this word beautiful would be replaced by You in every dictionary known to man
I can’t separate you from that word or that word from you, so you are not beautiful but you are You 
Beautiful is you, you is beautiful, you see when I see a beautiful person according to this world you come into mind and in my mind that person is not beautiful that person is you but not you but you, this will only make sense to you if you were to possess my soul and mind because you’d be seeing you through my eyes you’d be seeing you through my mind 
And you’d know I love You, I mean you 
My intention was to send you only a text saying “you are very special in my world and that your beauty is skin deep”
I only realised at the deep end that I have flooded you with words, I hope you can swim  
I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were to drown in my own words

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Rhythm

Music is around us 
Music is in us
We were born with a rhythm
The rhythm in us gives indication of the life in us
I put my hand on my chest and I could tap dance to the joy of my heart 
I could sing to the flatter of butterflies in my stomach 
The sun rises with a pulse and sets with a pulse in my continent
I walk in rhythm 
My footsteps are beats to this electrifying and captivating song
The contractions that my mother had during my birth were in rhythm
My thought patterns are in rhythm
My speech is rhythmically upbeat and my pronunciation flows
You could never call out my name out or rhythm
There’s a rhythm that flows in my words when I write and the curves in my letters are like the staff notations to a Mozart piece 
The world will dance to the flow of my life’s progression and mouths will sing to the flow of my growth
I am a song you could never rewind

I am blessed with the art of rhythm that flows in my veins with the blood of my ancestors that were the origin of life
The world is a baobab tree and I am its roots 
Watered by the tears of souls who boarded the Amistad against their will and shipped to the so called new world
I am a song and you will dance to the rhythm of my walk
You will leap to the electric beat of my heart beat and sing along to the harmony of my life’s rhythm 
The tone of my skin is evidence of a song never heard
The brown in my eyes is the tone of the keys on my grand piano
I am the Roots of a baobab and the world will dance to my song

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The Djembe

My silence is as loud as the Djembe 
Calling on people to gather together in peace
My silence is as loud as the African drum
A skilled drummer is one who can make the Djembe talk 
In silence I cry out but my voice reaches no one
Though skilled this drummer can’t make the Djembe cry
No matter how hard he beats the drum he can’t make the Djembe cry 
And my voice is cracking with a painful cry 
In silence I cry out but no one hears my cry 
My pulses are percussions, I feel the vibrations of their sound waves 
I play them harder hoping these vibrations would cause an earth quake 
Though the earth shakes no one questions the reason why 		
In my silence I move the world but no one seems to notice 
My silence is as loud as the African drum

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My Response

She asked me a question and in my head this was my response

A blizzard feels no guilt for the damage it causes, it’s not In rage that it creates total devastation in its aftermath
It doesn’t target anyone or anything
I was once kissed by a Tornado I could taste its loneliness through the twist of its tongue 
I was in its path, its Wrath was undoubtedly deceitful and the whisper of its rain was hypnotic 
Every flash of light was accompanied by an artistic play of drums in the clouds
The loud display of art silenced my heartbeat
It becomes cold, sunny and windy and it rains all in a space it would take the sun to rise and set
The Earth shakes and a Tsunami of tears flood all dreams sinking all the boats of pride that are cruising on the misuse of high testosterone  

She asked me what is my understanding of a Woman?
After all that unpleasant thinking I replied 
"A Woman is just like a Rose"

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Labour To the Mind

Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind

Ink scrambled across pages in a form of letters results in knowledge acquisition

Like a dome filled with bodies the mind undergoes infestation

To think a tick to my scribbles can get me a certificate of qualification

My heart spoke, my mind interpreted

I put pen to paper and the whole page was filled with ink

My heart said “She’s beautiful,” My mind said “Beauty defines her”

My heart said “I miss her,” My mind said “I am going breathless without her”

Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind

What can’t be verbalised, could be voiced in a form of letters

That’s when the mind deciphers what the heart utters

Letters do kill but they have the ability to empower life

Voice has power to crack any item made of emotions

There’s volume in the voice and power in utterance

When Emotion collides with feeling

The heart intervenes in utterance and the mind deciphers

Even with volume in the voice with power in utterance

Pen to paper overpowers volume and the power in utterance

Hence “The Pen is mightier than the sword”

Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind