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Tokollo Kalake Poem
I was brave,
I was smart,
I was loved,
I was innocent,
I was ravishing.
Then everything changed,
when I started joining gangs.
I believed life was fun,
I became an alcoholic,
I started smoking drugs.
They lied to me,
concieved me
and they changed my life,
my reputation.
My life became a worst nightmare,
because of them.
Now its time to bounce back,
the time to built my character,
the time to rebuilt my reputation.
Now is time for me to explode,
to the whole world.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I Jove's nector sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows,and smells,I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
I am a soldier of my land,
a defender of the earth.
The heavens above as the,
showers to quench the soil.
But when it has been tamed,
the fish-eagle soars to the sky.
My spirit runs free here,
I am an African born.
A home to many people,
home to many a tongue.
The sweet scent of veld,
grass in the air.
The tang of a red soil on my,
tongue.
The majesty of the stinkwood,
as it basks in the African,
sun.
Calls me home,
yes it calls me home.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
Let us face reality,
gays are people like us.
Why do we kill them,
why do we torture them,
why do we murder them.
Do you like to see
the flow of the blood;
of your brothers and sisters.
They are humans like us,
they have rights like us,
they should live like us.
Because we are one,
we only different inside.
I know it's hard to understand,
but we have to face reality!
Let us not kill and torture them,
but let us live with them and love them.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2017
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
How happy is he born or taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skills!
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Untied unto the world by care
Of public fame or private breath;
Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Nor vice;who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise;
Nor rules of state,but rules of good;
Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make oppressors greate;
Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friends;
This man is freed from servile bands
O' hope to rise or fear to fall:
Lord of himself,though not of lands,
And having nothing,yet hath all.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
I can write with my hand that I'm sorry,
but it's hard for me to say it with my mouth.
That's why I wrote this poem.
Boy I know I've really made you a clown,
but not only a clown a joke of the fools.
I know what I did was wrong,
that's why I'm asking for forgiveness.
I can't even eat,talk,face and sleep,
because I've made you a joke.
That hurt me too much than it's hurt you.
For me and your mom you are a foxy rose,
a rose that grows in a light of God.
What I did is wrong,I know
that's why I want you to forgive me.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2017
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
Your skin glows like a golden apple
blossoms lated as the rose
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your piano voice
and leaps like a cat at the whisper of your
name,Vee.
The evening ascends in on a great owl.
I am calmed by your vesture that
I may dry your tears of anger.
As my feet falls from my bed,
it reminds me of your town.
In the hushed,
I listen for the last buzzing
of the bees.
My heated eyes leaps to your swag.
I waited in the crystal moonlight
for your secret pen,
so that we may write as one,
face to face,
in search of the glorious red
and spiritual class of love
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
I'm playing with words,
like it is my last time.
In front of young ones,
I am a hero,
a hero to be pleased.
My work has changed and touched
the hearts of the cruel,
even our cruel world can testify that.
Alcoholics are now pastors of the churches,
drug dealers are now owners of companies,
enemies are now friends,
because of the words of a smart boy.
A boy who took a pen
and a paper to write poems,
not just poems motivating poems.
The words of this boy,
known as Tokollo,
really changed the world.
Look how ravishing,
our world is because of him.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
Gracious are you,
blessed are you,
amazing it is,
strange is it.
I am to vain,
you ain't a womaniser
and not adultery.
Our friendship is little like a trance,
in a disney world,
you seemed to be a sternly,
our friendship is a subsided,
of an amazing level.
I would share my soul,
for you to live.
I shall give you a name,
give as it is...
a precious treasure,
a pleasure of life.
Glory for me amazing it is,
I am blessed yeh,
don't change to taken.
I am just saying,
let us be Soul Buddyz.
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Tokollo Kalake Poem
I watched as they dripped
down my face took a
moment of silence peacefully
as they fell down
Quietly falling down
just like the nile river
slowly as they
rushed down quickly
A moment of silence
patiently running down
filled with sadness yet
more confusion
I stared for a second
but I just got confused
I didn't know what it meant
still don't but I watched
The more I watched it as
they fell,salty like the sea
tears that steadily dropped
down my face with confusion
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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