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Emerald Gem Tshabalala Poem
Education you 're the champion of the poor
You're a roof under which people who love you shelter
You open the eyes of the ignorant, so that their ignorance is no more
You're a pot of those who loves to cook their brains into perfection
So that their brains can be perfected to think like you
So that they can learn to negotiate the hazards of life and fend for themselves
Education, you provide shelter, clothes and transport to those who worship you
You are the king of those who adores you
Education, you are the conqueror
You've conquered poverty
Poverty says brother to you
You sent poverty to an early rotten grave
Poverty has gone to an early grave because of you
Run poverty run!
Your brother education is here!
Darkness and light do not share cigarette
As success and poverty
Education, no one is like you
Indeed you're the Kilimanjaro Mountain
You're like an elephant
You're a well of wisdom and success
Those who worship you will walk tall and proud of their success
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Emerald Gem Tshabalala Poem
Giyani, my homeland, my forefathers land
Located deep in South Africa in the Limpopo province
Where all things are bright and beautiful
Far from fraud of fertility
It's an infamous land
The moonlight outshines the streetlight
Giyani is indeed a beauty
It's like the Garden of Eden
Full of fruit trees
It's sweetest mangoes, oranges and Tomatoes seeds from ZZ2
I know the roots of it's trees are valuable
Oh, my grey aged great grandfathers childhood
Mother Nature chose this place
The birds on the thatched roots, are the tourist attraction
The Ritavi River running by
Everyday the sun shine and set
And brightens up the sky
Indeed Mother Nature chose you, Giyani
You're the promising land
Flowers looks beautiful
The land where all of us are the best we can possibly be
They say you're poor
But I can't see it
Do you have to cry out somebody to believe?
Believe me everybody cries sometimes
even me!
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Emerald Gem Tshabalala Poem
Broken dreams don't die.
They bleed.
They cry out for somebody to believe, believe me everybody cries sometimes.
Even me
Have you ever wondered what happened to those dreams we ignore
Do they turn into nightmares in a rage
Or do they simply fade away.
I suspect the latter
But it's easier to choose to ignore them rather than risk disappointment
See I too fear the bitter taste of failure,
the shame that comes with falling short of glory.
The embarrassment,
The dead ends , the apologies : "I'm sorry but you're not good enough, aim bit lower "they say
"Try something else " they say.
My response? Excuse me but weren't the gutters meant for the gutless
I live by Yoda's code : "Try not. Do or do not . There's no try "
Because broken dreams don't die.
They bruise.
They scream for somebody to believe,
believe me everybody is afraid of something
Even me
Its a shame
That we cowards don't understand that courage is not the absence of fear.
It's rather the presence of mind to act deliberately in the face of it.
It's the will to submit oneself as a Knight upon a steed ready to perform each and every deed to which our dreams demands
It's the audacity to ask from life and believe that maybe just maybe.
Its my turn
And if life is not inclined.
Courage becomes the resolve to ask persistently to respond to disappointment as a kite runner on a still day.
Asking the breeze bring wind into being.
He will wait there until life changes her inclination.
As she often does.
He has come to realize that :Broken dreams don't die.
They heal.
They call out for somebody to believe, believe me everybody hurts once in a while.
Even me.
In fact I often weep for yesterday.
For when the silence of my thoughts leads me to realize that today is my fault
Even my mind won't share company with me.
I am left without a mind and can therefore only respond like I don't mind.
But I do mind.
I read once that the wise do not seek wisdom.
They create, love, feel and breathe.
Breathe from the deepest bowels of your soul to, beneath the burrows where broken pieces of dreams hide.
Breath the broken pieces back to health,
believe once more.
Please. Notice. Being.
Realize that today is the most important day of your life.
Because tomorrow is not promised.
So today you must shine,
shine bright like stars at night that screams light.
Be defiant like a flower growing in the desert.
Be hold like the moon in the full view among the stars.
Speak things into being.
Write them down.
People will question their truth but see truth is merely perception, and you're more than the sum of their opinions
You're : Soul on skin
Breathe on lungs.
Consciousness on mind
Energy you cannot be destroyed
You can only evolve
And you should aim to evolve until you're of the form of a being with the capacity to perfectly comprehend the undeniable truth that :
Broken dreams don't die.
They require.
They require us to believe.
That we're more than the sum of our circumstances.
That was can become tomorrow what today could never fathom.
What yesterday could have never suspected.
What God has always expected.
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Emerald Gem Tshabalala Poem
Broken dreams don't die, they just bleed
They cry out for somebody to believe , believe me everybody cries even me
Have you ever wondered what happened to those dreams we ignored.
Do they turn into nightmares in a rage
Or do they simply fade away
I suspect the latter
But it is easier to choose to ignore them rather than risk disappointment
See I too sometimes fear the bitter taste of failure,
the shame that comes with falling short of Glory
The embarrassments, the dead ends, the apologies :"I'm sorry but you're not good enough
Aim a bit lower "they Say. "Try something else"
they say
My response?
Excuse me but weren't the gutters meant for gutless. I live by Yoda's code :"Try not. Do not or do.
There's no try
Because broken dreams don't die.
They bruise.
They scream for somebody to believe, believe me everybody is afraid of something.
Even me.
Its a shame.
That we cowards do not understand that courage is not the absence of fear.
It's rather the presence of mind to act deliberately in the face of it.
It's the will to will to submit oneself as a knit upon a steed ready to perform each and every deed to which our dreams demands
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