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Best Poems Written by Lunga Mokoena

Below are the all-time best Lunga Mokoena poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Nyaope Drugs

I acknowledge knowledge as porridge 
For courage, within which privilege 
Is in storage kept hostage of carriage 
We scoop in mileage through marriage

We are rolling what's burning bright: 
Drugs through deep kiss set alight, 
Such romantic lips to drawing death 
Fix me high bed six feet under earth. 

I rest arrested by the powdered weed, 
Buried in me deep as a knife went to 
seed.
Dreams have had me worried sick 
Mind swollen with thoughts thick. 

So is one's character as a shoe to fit, 
When misplaced foot is in a deep pit? 
As one under wonder I ponder in 
order 
For path of my feet & castle of my 
seat.

Then never shall I wait for a miracle 
I'm nothing less to oneself than oracle!

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My Princess

Let us learn together what is good 
As the tongue tastes food 
Upon whom doesn't rise his light? 
When at noon they groped as in the night, 
With words that lack insight. 

There's a dark place where gossipers can hide 
A word was secretly brought to me in a side 
But my heart is freedom you promised on oath
 to your dwelling 
You've once searched for death more than hidden treasure 
Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous pressure

For hardship doesn't spring from the soil; 
Nourish skin of your thought like olive oil. 
We've peace with God thru Jesus Christ, 
Thru whom we've gained access by trust. 
Breath of the almighty gave me life 
From the cage of my ribs he created me wife

I'm freed from out burst of ages 
Though I'm nothing but dust of ashes. 
Now that I've been so bold to compose 
poem to you, 

Hypnotize me with kind of divine doctrines I like 
Untreating the righteous & the wicked alike.

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Dear Mama

I end not far from spreading my wings 
Traveling through a song my heart sings 
-Of these remaining days of your life 
That you've made a good meaning of life. 

Robbed of my inherited love, 
I've made your duplicate by my wife. 
At heart, it's now near where, I find 
Dear associate of your kind. 

I'm glad of your presence as I show and, 
If heaven’s book register your residence, 
I won't long suffer without you. 
You display on my wife as an evidence.
Your tears contain no signs of pain 
Of all sacrifices you couldn't complain 
You couldn't abstain from sperm-stain: 

I am the result why and that's why 
I said you gave birth to your daddy! 
I will pick you the best nourishing fruits 
Until the trees can't bear no more, since 
With a houseful of hungry kids to feed 
You made a paradise full of hopes to seed, 
Into the whole world to lower it's speed.

I'm giving you the life you gave up for 
me, Wealth of all this earth stands waste, 
Taste comes sweet with permanent paste 
Of your deeds on my everlasting memories.

You place a loss of pace in the title race 
Love wasn't rewarded to one in 1st place. 
It is chiefs alone with mind that briefs 
Thoughts to fairly lament their griefs. 
My worries are devoured by strength 
Of your carrying heart's wrath,

I barely blink so I can think carefully 
That I won't sink the ark of our link. 
Smoke snows flakes of ashes over your hair. 
Flames of your warmth makes life fair, 
From family affair to retirement chair 

You've lasted long for this very reason. 
You're tree that blossoms every season…

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My Children

As I consider how misery has been 
Before tip of this peace and happiness, 
Also that everlasting fight I declared of 
you, which has brought me this far. 
Tattooed in me; yet powerful 
but magnetic to war.

I now know no more than to: 
Push until the end of time, 
Gain sense of winning in crime 
As I am guilty of you my prime! 
Shall they judge thou lost in pride, 
When good is nolonger their rightful 
ride? 

So long truth is to search & die for 
Freedom is to reach & fly for.

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Can Somebody Please Help Me

In isolated area silence is loud enough,
Deafening us from natural melodies
Which could be of use like remedies.
Under the influence of gentle breeze
Your advantage is taken by dancin' trees.
Birds are whistling; available to restore
harmony and reduce the feeling of agony.

That moment I tried to bear my image:
The glass swallowed hit into spiderweb cracks
And I saw my angry heart's reflection
In the shattered glass behind my fist.
I fear suicide, but stress is pushing me,
When I'm living a lie pains disappear.
I'm loosing sight of who I'm actually AM.

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My Jesus

Carried by a pure woman 
to come and save all man, 
Is a gift sent from above, 
to be peaceful like a dove.

His love was even shown 
to those who fought him down. 
He taught those who 
wanted to know more, 

healed those who were sore.
And most of all, changed 
the cases of the charged. 
And all that was done 
for me, to be a chosen one. 
And a born again I should remain.

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To My Daughter Sabrina

To try through pain for survival 
To dry river banks of my eyes, 
Being broke no joke was a yoke, 
Until your birth spoke of hope. 
So of you I forged how to cope.

Happy birthdate my engine heart 
One my blood could virtually art. 
I've been weak until 1st of October, 
Of all fears October made me sober.

May you be the best among the rest 
Of all obstacles you face as a test.

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From a Step Father

Like a drop of dew upon green grass 
Shinning sparkling clean like a glass, 
So is my hand upon blessings they're. 
When blood was thicker than water, 
I did a heart transplant to bleed them. 

For children born of her pain are mine, 
Let them talk as if I'm insane, it's fine.
God was there in the times when 
Her heart was rented on by knife, 
That spoke a barbarous tongue: 
The teachings pronounced by life. 

I've had to redeem their griefs since 
Shepard is he who keeps all children 
Sharpened and shinning to resemble, 
The weapons keen to taste slaughter.

I'll have to unpack my loaded chest 
For peace, impulse of delight in rest. 
Truth tightens its grid on my throat, 
Truce lies deprived of the agreements, 
To hunger fiercely after disagreements.

And my fear grows with age of my kids 
As haters demand me of my fatherhood.

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I Am Me

Hush or softly brush things you'd flush 
Push through being rubbish, don't crush. 
On bush opinions are not worth a rush, 
On my mind such advises would flash...

I never got to be a teen from thirteen; 
I became parents' parent from eighteen. 
Fighting battles parents failed to win, 
Changed curse from being product of sin 
To being a blessing in disguise, 
And some goodness to disgust.

My strength is built-in with nipples 
They feed on with suction of dimples. 
My hard labour's sweat is beverage: 
Drunk to flex way above the average. 

I am a replacement of God's mirror 
On Christ everlasting era to erase error.

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God of All Creation

I AM visible in humble form; 
Transparent in flesh; breath in soul 
And poet's ability to think, 
That sets my heart into ink. 

Just like a proud lady that 
Heels up her body with toe.
Love that stains on papers can teach, 
And reach out to millions per each. 
With truth only the blind can feel, 
With a passive hand of my word.

How hard is life you servant live? 
I'm freedom you're longing to gain, 
While evil acts suffer from labour pain. 
Within each you'll be a born again.