Submissions by MphoLeteng (Mpho Leteng)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The lust to write always catch me in resonate moments when I’m having most of me to myself, then to bleed out the pain of thinking hard I will pen down all that comes to mind and somebody will look at that and say its poetry.
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2015 2:30pm
21st Apr 2015 2:30pm
To love or not to love
Once I felt the patent feeling acutely too,
Wouldn’t deter the impetus will that took me in,
Once I was in love in those times of yore,
But my portrayal of love has since changed,
So I never been in love,
Though sagely settling I been in love,
But yet again in all honesty reconsidering I never been,
Though I felt the warmth of a summer’s abided fever,
I also felt the best cold of impassive winters swelling wide,
I seen much of white and many of black,
I seen more sorts of love all invented, weaved into form.
I have loved still and not loved...
Wouldn’t deter the impetus will that took me in,
Once I was in love in those times of yore,
But my portrayal of love has since changed,
So I never been in love,
Though sagely settling I been in love,
But yet again in all honesty reconsidering I never been,
Though I felt the warmth of a summer’s abided fever,
I also felt the best cold of impassive winters swelling wide,
I seen much of white and many of black,
I seen more sorts of love all invented, weaved into form.
I have loved still and not loved...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Dec 2014 12:05pm
17th Dec 2014 12:05pm
Untitled
Will I see a new born day?
A new born day soaring at its best from dawn’s wake,
Perking up the obverse of summer’s gravid clouds,
And as much as necessary bring light to the world…
Will I see the virgin moon flouting heavens to set alight a new day?
Will I see much of a cherubic fall, drops less intermittent?
Rain! Rain, rain for an African to plait harrows across soils blest enough to give life to crops,
Will I see myself better than reflections on that cheval glass?
Highly motivated and self-driven indeed
To rather die on mine feet than live on...
A new born day soaring at its best from dawn’s wake,
Perking up the obverse of summer’s gravid clouds,
And as much as necessary bring light to the world…
Will I see the virgin moon flouting heavens to set alight a new day?
Will I see much of a cherubic fall, drops less intermittent?
Rain! Rain, rain for an African to plait harrows across soils blest enough to give life to crops,
Will I see myself better than reflections on that cheval glass?
Highly motivated and self-driven indeed
To rather die on mine feet than live on...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2014 9:59am
2nd Dec 2014 9:59am
I RAN
Once again my fetid mind reminds me that I ran!
I too horridly hate the thought of such thoughts but I ran,
I ran from who I was, I ran from the only person I could ever be!
I ran like a late occultist’s hex aiming to be at least better late
I ran in disarray like a cursed blessing defiled before the curse could curse or the blessing bless!
I sped indefatigably through the wrong and the right
I forgot to remember the who I am
I ran into personalities, conducts and deeds not mine,
I ran into daggers nested deep within deeper nests of man’s smiles,
I ran...
I too horridly hate the thought of such thoughts but I ran,
I ran from who I was, I ran from the only person I could ever be!
I ran like a late occultist’s hex aiming to be at least better late
I ran in disarray like a cursed blessing defiled before the curse could curse or the blessing bless!
I sped indefatigably through the wrong and the right
I forgot to remember the who I am
I ran into personalities, conducts and deeds not mine,
I ran into daggers nested deep within deeper nests of man’s smiles,
I ran...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2014 9:58am
2nd Dec 2014 9:58am
STILL WAITING FOR MY TOMORROW
written by Mpho Leteng (Botswana) and Donald Kuutsi (Zimbabwe)
When the sunrise,
My undying spirit of determination rise,
Curiosity knock on the doors of my chest,
Demanding for tomorrow's answers,
A puzzle that needs to be solved,
Shadows of the earth lunge towards my window and mirrors,
Whilst my thoughts try to embrace the reflection that will grant me answers for tomorrow's puzzle,
Heart beat skips,
Staring at the hour glass,
As moments pass,
Wind racing against time
My mind and soul in solitude,
Whilst l m drunk with emotions,...
When the sunrise,
My undying spirit of determination rise,
Curiosity knock on the doors of my chest,
Demanding for tomorrow's answers,
A puzzle that needs to be solved,
Shadows of the earth lunge towards my window and mirrors,
Whilst my thoughts try to embrace the reflection that will grant me answers for tomorrow's puzzle,
Heart beat skips,
Staring at the hour glass,
As moments pass,
Wind racing against time
My mind and soul in solitude,
Whilst l m drunk with emotions,...
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Jul 2014 5:59pm
28th Jul 2014 5:59pm
I know not freedom
I know not freedom!
My songs die to the disorientation in man's fair wisdom,
My song die to the imbecilic burgeoning of fair minds!
In cloistered instants I nudged my dry lips
to call to scour the pain in my bones,
I prayed midnight naked and thought I could write back to cut the Gordian knot,
But still, freedom I know not!
With relic poems I purified my eyes to sight an ancient piece of me,
I stretched my soul for the hand of a little boy I once been, But there is none of me where I once left myself!
My word ousted by stilted and truth -tilted...
My songs die to the disorientation in man's fair wisdom,
My song die to the imbecilic burgeoning of fair minds!
In cloistered instants I nudged my dry lips
to call to scour the pain in my bones,
I prayed midnight naked and thought I could write back to cut the Gordian knot,
But still, freedom I know not!
With relic poems I purified my eyes to sight an ancient piece of me,
I stretched my soul for the hand of a little boy I once been, But there is none of me where I once left myself!
My word ousted by stilted and truth -tilted...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th May 2014 11:05am
26th May 2014 11:05am
In death reborn
I shall not look up to heaven anymore!
Or cry for the convivial light it creates to heal my words again
Or the wonders of its resilient rain to burry away all my pain
I through myself put up thorny inquisitions;
But my voice softly burn out within me and the words recede into the passive close
And I remain still without a say!
I pace on with sapped steps and a thinned image;
I stop; I look about, I cannot disremember my way!
But the crevices within me bleeds out a reason to untie my thoughts
They exude a roar that case all of me with a new light!...
Or cry for the convivial light it creates to heal my words again
Or the wonders of its resilient rain to burry away all my pain
I through myself put up thorny inquisitions;
But my voice softly burn out within me and the words recede into the passive close
And I remain still without a say!
I pace on with sapped steps and a thinned image;
I stop; I look about, I cannot disremember my way!
But the crevices within me bleeds out a reason to untie my thoughts
They exude a roar that case all of me with a new light!...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Apr 2014 11:30am
27th Apr 2014 11:30am
We will stand
The tyrant shadowed us with its ghastly sway and seized us for prey;
And in muddled sight we saw heaven fading in impulsive speed!
And hell swiftly flaring to chomp our conked-out entreats and pray,
but we still have hope that beyond today we will stand!
We will stand gleefully counting the silver lining of every cloud,
We will stand with right-hand rapiers and a shielding shroud,
We will stand as an HIV/AIDS free generation!
Like a taxidermist stuffing the skins of dead animals
We will peice together our hopes and lead the fight against HIV/AIDS...
And in muddled sight we saw heaven fading in impulsive speed!
And hell swiftly flaring to chomp our conked-out entreats and pray,
but we still have hope that beyond today we will stand!
We will stand gleefully counting the silver lining of every cloud,
We will stand with right-hand rapiers and a shielding shroud,
We will stand as an HIV/AIDS free generation!
Like a taxidermist stuffing the skins of dead animals
We will peice together our hopes and lead the fight against HIV/AIDS...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 1:23pm
9th Apr 2014 1:23pm
We murder ourselves
Our walk is a walk of fatuous minds to their massacring field;
Our walk is a visionless walk through the foot-path of obliteration,
Yet we still walk down that same road!
We still walk down that same road eyes reeled in strife;
We tread familiar conduits and hope for change to verge upon us!
Our sweat is nothing but another bloody drink to please hell
For we murder ourselves unaware
We pray midnight naked to white gods for black justice!
In return this gods gave us poverty, unemployment and mostly stupidity,
Yet we still walk down that same road...
Our walk is a visionless walk through the foot-path of obliteration,
Yet we still walk down that same road!
We still walk down that same road eyes reeled in strife;
We tread familiar conduits and hope for change to verge upon us!
Our sweat is nothing but another bloody drink to please hell
For we murder ourselves unaware
We pray midnight naked to white gods for black justice!
In return this gods gave us poverty, unemployment and mostly stupidity,
Yet we still walk down that same road...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 12:16pm
28th Mar 2014 12:16pm
How much more must these words mean
Gritting his teeth against distasteful pain,
Imbibing objectionable spirits of his faded familiar bonds!
Breaths strenuous to swallow up like a lump of gristle.
Like an ageless san hunting down tracks of Leteng's remnants,
Hope becomes all he can hope for!
He forgets that he was born to instruct his seeds in a fall complete,
Wounded freedom stays wide-awake in his blunted mind.
Then unhurried heart beats; silent death sleuthing his wits,
But there is not much of a choice but life or death to vote,
With a steady glance, eyes clattering...
Imbibing objectionable spirits of his faded familiar bonds!
Breaths strenuous to swallow up like a lump of gristle.
Like an ageless san hunting down tracks of Leteng's remnants,
Hope becomes all he can hope for!
He forgets that he was born to instruct his seeds in a fall complete,
Wounded freedom stays wide-awake in his blunted mind.
Then unhurried heart beats; silent death sleuthing his wits,
But there is not much of a choice but life or death to vote,
With a steady glance, eyes clattering...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 12:13pm
28th Mar 2014 12:13pm
On my first call to ingratiate myself with the poets
On my first call to ingratiate myself with the poets;
I fathered that night to dawn and hit the roadway early,
If i remember well Kachikau was waving hazily and giving a wry grin!
I paused for a moment twiddling thumbs of my chaffed hands,
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine eyes bursting with pathos.
In some odd sense that distorted moment was emmiting light enough to fool a mind;
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light like selenium,
I looked again at this parched home village of mine...
Even raddled grass blades...
I fathered that night to dawn and hit the roadway early,
If i remember well Kachikau was waving hazily and giving a wry grin!
I paused for a moment twiddling thumbs of my chaffed hands,
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine eyes bursting with pathos.
In some odd sense that distorted moment was emmiting light enough to fool a mind;
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light like selenium,
I looked again at this parched home village of mine...
Even raddled grass blades...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 11:35am
24th Mar 2014 11:35am
I choose to Die
Now that i shall sink and die in the nadirs of my own house;
And my tears shall trickle down and fall on the distrait soils of my land,
Now that i shall fall and wither
If at all I have to free myself from the need to be free
Now that I shall not live to see the tomorrow of tomorrow;
Where putrid hope is the best foundation for all choice,
The old remain in power and the youth can't raise a voice!
decreipt political shafts burn their dreams in to a desultory patch!
Now that i shall not live to see the breech birth of a born again religion;
that...
And my tears shall trickle down and fall on the distrait soils of my land,
Now that i shall fall and wither
If at all I have to free myself from the need to be free
Now that I shall not live to see the tomorrow of tomorrow;
Where putrid hope is the best foundation for all choice,
The old remain in power and the youth can't raise a voice!
decreipt political shafts burn their dreams in to a desultory patch!
Now that i shall not live to see the breech birth of a born again religion;
that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2013 8:27am
4th Oct 2013 8:27am
Love me one last time for the last time
Forgive me for forgiving myself on your behalf;
Forgive yourselves too for looking at life in a different direction,
For it is only a matter of time,
A matter of time before that intermittent lassitude descend on me...
And i shall hold the hand of the little boy i used to be and walk away.
I lost all i had to give and this is all i leave you with;
A simple yet grueling try of loving me one last time,
I want you to love me one last time for the last time,
One last time for who i will foever be;
"A Kachikau born and raised poet!"
This...
Forgive yourselves too for looking at life in a different direction,
For it is only a matter of time,
A matter of time before that intermittent lassitude descend on me...
And i shall hold the hand of the little boy i used to be and walk away.
I lost all i had to give and this is all i leave you with;
A simple yet grueling try of loving me one last time,
I want you to love me one last time for the last time,
One last time for who i will foever be;
"A Kachikau born and raised poet!"
This...
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