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Mpho Kgaswane Poem
In a whirlwind of words, two friends collided
A spark of anger, a flame that wouldn't subside
The quarrel grew, fuelled by pride and pain
Fists, kicks, and insults flew, like a storm's refrain
The fight raged on, with no clear end in sight
Each side dug in, refusing to yield or take flight
Like lightning, the dispute struck, swift and true
Their friendship crashed, like a ship in a stormy brew
In the aftermath, feelings lay shattered and worn
Impossible to mend, like pieces torn
Their bond, once strong, now broken and weak
A loss that couldn't be reversed, only unique
Let's cherish and embrace each other, despite our strife
For we all face difficulties, and a little kindness can be life.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2016
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Mpho Kgaswane Poem
You may not like my being
You may hate my appearance
The way I dress up and the way I smile
Don’t humiliate me, don’t insult me
I am one of God’s image and creation
Cannot please your standard of perfection.
You and I may not see eye to eye
You may not like what I believe in
My faith, my values and point of view
Please, don’t stifle me or reject me
God has blessed us with many talents
I don’t need your personal judgments.
We may not be friends
You may hate my background
Where I come from and my history
Why taunt me? Why bother me?
I want to bring glory to God’s name
Cannot dwell under your standard of shame.
You may not cherish who I am
But perish not yourself
With your hatred and your prejudices
Remember, God’s world is so vast for us to enjoy
You are free to go your way
And please let me go my way.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2017
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I first saw you at the funfair
Joy and laughter were high in the air
It felt like more than a crush.
Caught a sight of you walking at the mall
Nearly caused my heart to fall
It was more than a crush.
Then I saw you sitting by the lakeside
I felt very warm inside
It was more than a crush.
Each time I saw you I would freeze
It was as if there was a breeze
Making me go weak on my knees
For it was more than a crush.
Though I saw you at midday
I thought about you everyday
Went on my knees to pray
To have you by my side along the way.
Then there you were working at a farm
Wanted to grab you into my arm
It was more than a crush.
In a people filled room
My eyes and yours would zoom
Because it was more than a crush.
You looked so so fine
I wanted to ask you out for a dine
It was more than a crush.
Then you were strolling on the shore
And I knew for sure
That what I felt was more than a crush.
It was that feeling of love
That was sent from above.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2017
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Woman, you are most beautiful within you.
When you show wisdom that is treasured in your heart.
When you proclaim the truth to save lives.
When you give with compassion.
When you open your heart and consider those in need.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your soft voice.
When you give gentle answers that repels anger,
And say the right words that give comfort.
When your tongue gives wisdom and good advice.
When your voice sings to comfort the downtrodden and entertain the fun lovers.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your gentle touch.
When you heal and close the open wounds.
When you softly pat our backs with comfort or to congratulate us.
When you multi task at home and out to produce warmth and creativity.
When you sway your hands to direct the lost and persuade the confused.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your distinct sense of smell.
When you choose the right spices to cook a good meal.
When you pick the correct fragrances for specific occasions.
In the garden, when you pick the best flowers to brighten our lives.
When you are able to smell trouble, wickedness and avoid it.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your wise foresight.
When you are able to predict events to come.
When you see unique things and make the right choice.
When your eyes are able to pierce through the hard hearts.
When your eyes smile with love and exude light amidst darkness.
Woman, you are most beautiful when you lend an ear.
When you patiently listen to the frustrations of others, and
When you understand and are able to give good advice.
When you listen to God’s guidance and act accordingly.
When you hear the cry of the needy and offert your help.
Woman, you are most beautiful with your delicate stride.
When you pave the way for others to walk.
When you step out in fashion and set trends.
When you walk with pride amidst the battle.
When your footsteps echoes and set an example.
Woman, you are beautiful
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2016
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Mpho Kgaswane Poem
Let us sit together
And let me dwell in your mist
And I will tell you a story
About city life versus rural life.
Now, the city has been known to be a place of lights
But many have discovered many fights
And a violation of a list of human rights.
It is a place where so many people you meet
But people barely stand to properly greet
And will often look down at your feet.
-For this is a place one has to fight very hard to be heard,
To be respected and to get ahead.
You will further be told about finding so much gold
Though one soon learns that they grow old
Before you can see it or at least hold.
It is also said to be a place of opportunity
Where one has to reach the possibility
To showcase their innate capability.
A place where you can reach for one's dream
But have to really always scream
To get hold of your cream.
Besides the frustration of daily traffic always bustling
You will in some ways be introduced to the game of hustling
If not being lured into the activity of gambling.
-This is because while fighting to be heard and ahead,
you have to compromise your sense of morality to get what you want.
The city has clusters of buildings so high to tower
And various people on the mission of gaining power
With the innocent and poor getting driven lower.
In the city, it is said that there is a lot of honey
Where you can either make lots of money
Or end up being called a donkey.
Many get attracted to the city's glitz and glamour
But then one learns that you have to do a certain favour
In order to keep up this fervour.
-On the contrary on the streets you see more beggars
And hawkers begging for cents.
When you are in the city it is vital to stay awake
And you will notice that most things are fake
And be sure to make no mistake.
-In the market you have a choice of buying organic vs non- GMO fruits or vegetables.
Whether to buy hundred percent hair products, make-up or household produces.
Along the way things remain the same
Very important not to forget your name
You just need to keep up with the game
Of being humble and tame
In order to win the fame.
-Now, one soon learns that they actually
Yearn for the peace and reality
Of rural countryside life.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2017
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Here I was, pretending
Not to see the truth that lay before me,
Like a blindfold that refuses to lift,
Forever suppressing my true thoughts
That were safely locked away in my unconscious.
But presenting my rehearsed views and opinions as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, ignoring
The truth that lay before me,
Like a ship sailing past a hidden reef,
Always repressing my real feelings
From the depths of my heart.
Yet, smiling and beaming like a sunny day, as if
The truth never existed.
Here I was, avoiding
The truth that lay before me,
Like a path that winds around the truth,
Constantly curbing my true actions
That stood at the edge of my awareness.
Nevertheless, displaying a pseudo-me like a doll on a shelf and as if
The truth never existed.
But only to finally learn that
The forever, always, and constant lie
Was a short life, like a fleeting moment,
And only the truth has the forever, always, and constant life.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2016
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When bygones be bygones, hearts can mend
From deepest wounds, forgiveness starts to seep
The weight of grudges, bitterness to end
And let the healing balm of peace softly creep
To nurse the hurt would be to relive the pain
And judge once more, with anger's bitter stain
But to forgive is to release the heart's deep gain
And find the inner peace that love and kindness sustain
The injuries of past, though deep and real
As hatred's chains can bind and weigh us down
Must not define the present's healing feel
While forgiveness lifts us up, and makes us crown
With peace and love, the heart is set free
And in forgiveness, true healing begins and we see.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2017
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A thought of you, and I'm lost in daydreams sweet
Of us sharing ice cream treats, our feet in the sand to meet
The warm sun simmers down, awakening our playful side
As we laugh and cherish moments, side by side
In evening’s gentle hush, candlelight dinner for two
Favourite dishes waft their scent, music's gentle hue
Your love letter arrives, with fresh red roses in tow
Missing me already, wishing me home, with love that glows
In verdant countryside, our picnic unfolds
Tears and laughter mingle, our love young and bold
Every sense comes alive, in this idyllic scene
Our thoughts entwined, romantic, like a sweet, sweet dream
Sights, sounds, scents, and savours blend in perfect harmony
Our love shines bright, a symphony of sweet melody
In these daydreams, our hearts sung
As one for a love so tender, forever had begun.
Not even a free flowing river
Could awake me from my reverie.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2017
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Here you silently rest unsung hero
A granite stone on top of you
As a symbol of deference and dignity
With the words Rest in Peace.
Rest in peace indeed hero of mine!
You once walked amongst the living
Coming from a battle
With aching wrists, stomach cramps and leaden feet,
And yet the world grinned at you with emptiness.
Yet, they sang songs loud and clear.
Songs of eternity about the same battle
Praising those who came back with
Bleeding noses, cuts, bruises and black eyes.
Rest in peace, indeed.
You once came back from a marathon,
You were exhausted but still had your feet firm on the ground
And yet you were met with lifeless words.
Instead they sang songs of jubilation
To those who came back from the same marathon
With their chests panting like frogs and
Sweat streaming all over their bodies.
And now!
Only now that you lay lifeless in the world of the silence
And the living finally has wax removed from their ears and eyes,
Are beginning to weave songs about you.
For they now know that you had the furnace of a tiger
You had burning passion that lit for men and women
Walking in confusion in the jungle war.
You held an elephant’s tusks
For your knowledge provided paths for those who were lost
And kept them grounded.
You had the strength of a lion
Your tenacity made you fight and fight…
Rest in Peace, indeed
Hero unsung.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2016
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My battle has been my burden
Only God knows how I have carried it over the years
At times it has dragged me down to be downtrodden
Other times it has swayed me but kept me grounded
Although it has been my daily yoke
It has kept me focused and woke.
My battle and I have been on a journey
It has travelled besides me
Along the way I have stumbled
Then it made me to be humble
It has triggered me to be strong
And kept me from taking a road so wrong.
My battle has been my salvation
It has guided me, it has healed me
It has been my source of knowledge
It has been my source of strength
It has taught me how to fight
In darkness, it has been my light.
My battle has been my circumstances
It has characterized my being, my stance
It has sustained me
It has maintained me
It has made me to bud into a flower
It has given me much power.
My battle has been my watershed
Only God knows my pain, my joy
Through it, I had shed tears
Yet I had to face my fears
Overtime it has made me bold
It is a story of my life that has to be told.
Copyright © Mpho Kgaswane | Year Posted 2018
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