Submissions by congress (Mareka Congress)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An individual who prefers reading 'goodreads' to studying "school books". 'Poetry' is my brother, and 'Creativity' is my best friend, aggravated by my writing interests. The rest will be experienced throughout DU activities!
STORY POEM
Published
30th Jun 2020 1:39pm
30th Jun 2020 1:39pm
Part 1: We were robbed, yet we act like we have no scars!
Not so long but yesteryear a system was architected.
Dots along Africa, they settled and our foes connected.
Thousand thousands of blacks for sale on sale. So insane!
Imprisoned thousands of black parents for slave. Soaking pain!
Thousand houses left abandoned for days and it's going stale!
Housed thousands lads/lasses in the name of RDP. "I'm so in pain!"
Transactions! Who is the seller? Who is the buyer?
Distractions! Good risk assessors, Ruth Melissa Meyer
Actions! Doin’ business letters. cool season and prices higher...
Dots along Africa, they settled and our foes connected.
Thousand thousands of blacks for sale on sale. So insane!
Imprisoned thousands of black parents for slave. Soaking pain!
Thousand houses left abandoned for days and it's going stale!
Housed thousands lads/lasses in the name of RDP. "I'm so in pain!"
Transactions! Who is the seller? Who is the buyer?
Distractions! Good risk assessors, Ruth Melissa Meyer
Actions! Doin’ business letters. cool season and prices higher...
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals #respect
#TimeHeals #respect
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STORY POEM
Published
29th Jun 2020 7:46am
29th Jun 2020 7:46am
We did everything together, but...
We smiled and laughed, but we forgot to realize the noble moments to cherish.
We differed, we argued, and she would cry, but it was too late to show how much I cared.
Her soul will cry to its relief, and out of anger, she cared no more until she decided
I lost every sense, and it was too late for my conscience to realize her innocence.
Nevertheless, I find comfort when I refer to my carelessness as one of life’s greatest lessons.
We sweated to bring the sweetness; we were blind to realize there was no salt to yield sweetness.
We should have relaxed to enjoy...
We differed, we argued, and she would cry, but it was too late to show how much I cared.
Her soul will cry to its relief, and out of anger, she cared no more until she decided
I lost every sense, and it was too late for my conscience to realize her innocence.
Nevertheless, I find comfort when I refer to my carelessness as one of life’s greatest lessons.
We sweated to bring the sweetness; we were blind to realize there was no salt to yield sweetness.
We should have relaxed to enjoy...
#love
#kindness
#forgiveness
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 10:52am
24th Jun 2020 10:52am
Life matters:
Drastic measures of sorrow and grief.
Global reverberation “I can’t breathe".
Life of a black man extracted in disbelief.
Policemen are savages of black men’s life.
Does this mean it is the blacks’ end of time?
Black life matters. No, every life matters!
Can’t imagine how the poor soul surrendered in despair.
The only wish was to just breathe without fighting back.
The burial is over, wicked deed left a print in our hearts' cache.
Are these the last days the Holy Book prophesied in the book of Timothy? ...
Global reverberation “I can’t breathe".
Life of a black man extracted in disbelief.
Policemen are savages of black men’s life.
Does this mean it is the blacks’ end of time?
Black life matters. No, every life matters!
Can’t imagine how the poor soul surrendered in despair.
The only wish was to just breathe without fighting back.
The burial is over, wicked deed left a print in our hearts' cache.
Are these the last days the Holy Book prophesied in the book of Timothy? ...
#frustration
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#fear
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Feb 2019 8:48am
14th Feb 2019 8:48am
When Buffalo Promised a New Dawn To SA
Too many bosses, too many voices.
Too many voices, too many losses.
Too many losses , fewer smile doses.
Fewer smiler doses make no roses!
We can’t even reflect how we can fit in.
If we say something, we lose everything.
But, If we say less, "they" loot everything.
Monarchy is obliterated, only fewer kings.
Sadly, We can’t even express how we feel.
So many freedom preachers, that's the thing.
In all promises, "they" chose to make us bleed.
A shame you've caused to SA, now we bleed!
Stop...
Too many voices, too many losses.
Too many losses , fewer smile doses.
Fewer smiler doses make no roses!
We can’t even reflect how we can fit in.
If we say something, we lose everything.
But, If we say less, "they" loot everything.
Monarchy is obliterated, only fewer kings.
Sadly, We can’t even express how we feel.
So many freedom preachers, that's the thing.
In all promises, "they" chose to make us bleed.
A shame you've caused to SA, now we bleed!
Stop...
#hurt
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2017 1:12pm
2nd Sep 2017 1:12pm
Prayer before death, ere my grave, to the Most Holy!
Dear Most Holy...
Three weeks on the hospital bed,
agonizing about what makes me sad.
Should I get a pad and prepare for a rest?
"Dad", maybe it's just time for a lifetime nap?
Please God, don't take me back. Don't take me back!
The darkest cloud with a silver lining when times are bad.
I'm the twinkling star of your fine art when days are black.
Just took time for a deep breath and hoped it would work.
Wisdom over intelligence took over and I had to pray!
...
Three weeks on the hospital bed,
agonizing about what makes me sad.
Should I get a pad and prepare for a rest?
"Dad", maybe it's just time for a lifetime nap?
Please God, don't take me back. Don't take me back!
The darkest cloud with a silver lining when times are bad.
I'm the twinkling star of your fine art when days are black.
Just took time for a deep breath and hoped it would work.
Wisdom over intelligence took over and I had to pray!
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2017 11:35am
31st Aug 2017 11:35am
RIP: She Forgot What Mattered Most—Love!
Unfortunately, she lived her life on a drip.
Her heart was filled with so much grief, and epileptic seizures gave her a twist on her hip.
Lonely at the hospital with her immaculate and expensive weave but no companionship
Life has never been this tough since her devotion to earthly
materials. But still, she yelled, "Money, money, money."
Her mom's weeping in the streets of Utopia. Confused and searching for help from the media, encyclopedia, and Wikipedia. The love she had for her daughter seemed in vain because her daughter had deep...
Her heart was filled with so much grief, and epileptic seizures gave her a twist on her hip.
Lonely at the hospital with her immaculate and expensive weave but no companionship
Life has never been this tough since her devotion to earthly
materials. But still, she yelled, "Money, money, money."
Her mom's weeping in the streets of Utopia. Confused and searching for help from the media, encyclopedia, and Wikipedia. The love she had for her daughter seemed in vain because her daughter had deep...
575 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Oct 2015 5:58am
29th Oct 2015 5:58am
Poor Emily: Now That She Is Gone, We Know We Lost...
The love we have is the love she never experienced.
The old woman’s creed used to reflect her brilliance.
Sins we committed have never been a shame for years.
She cares a lot from her face view with her soft shams.
Every sweetest drink we offered to her tasted very bitter.
It is common that not everything that glitters is gold.
We win few games and lose most, but our love is bold.
When the hot potato arises, it transforms into a tornado.
Religion's credo compels the old man to draw a tobacco.
Doctrine stagnates in the current,...
The old woman’s creed used to reflect her brilliance.
Sins we committed have never been a shame for years.
She cares a lot from her face view with her soft shams.
Every sweetest drink we offered to her tasted very bitter.
It is common that not everything that glitters is gold.
We win few games and lose most, but our love is bold.
When the hot potato arises, it transforms into a tornado.
Religion's credo compels the old man to draw a tobacco.
Doctrine stagnates in the current,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2015 10:39am
8th Sep 2015 10:39am
The Affection Of The Acronym
Her Name TEBOGO Means “We Are Thankful…”
TEBOGO: What an acronym!
She knew I was never perfect yet she willingly embarked in a journey of romance with me
She knew I was never perfect, yet she willingly embarked on a journey of romance with me.
Now that time is gone... Gone are the memories of the past, and our dream is sweet.
Time reveals our deepest secrets while focusing on the hopes of the future. God is who we need!
He is strengthening life's deep and romantic songs that are produced by our heartbeats...
TEBOGO: What an acronym!
She knew I was never perfect yet she willingly embarked in a journey of romance with me
She knew I was never perfect, yet she willingly embarked on a journey of romance with me.
Now that time is gone... Gone are the memories of the past, and our dream is sweet.
Time reveals our deepest secrets while focusing on the hopes of the future. God is who we need!
He is strengthening life's deep and romantic songs that are produced by our heartbeats...
721 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2015 11:26am
2nd Jul 2015 11:26am
Baleseng Mphuthi (Dr. Bale"): He kept the dream alive and believed in it too.
Compliments, “Dr. Bale"
You touched me when you related the path you have undergone while trying to find the only important key.
It takes courage and perseverance to via a path of torment and turmoil looking for what many can’t see.
You kept the dream alive, and you believed one day can materialise, no matter how high it was at the peak.
Simpletons celebrated and scorned the dream you believed in, yet it only made more sense to the ears of the meek.
Careless words always kindled strive, and caring words are wings to every...
You touched me when you related the path you have undergone while trying to find the only important key.
It takes courage and perseverance to via a path of torment and turmoil looking for what many can’t see.
You kept the dream alive, and you believed one day can materialise, no matter how high it was at the peak.
Simpletons celebrated and scorned the dream you believed in, yet it only made more sense to the ears of the meek.
Careless words always kindled strive, and caring words are wings to every...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2014 11:41am
28th Sep 2014 11:41am
Story of her: A Light Revelation to Our Souls
I was told she is strong and fine, while I can hear the hospital bed beep rate increasing. Her mom right outside the emergency room. She kept saying, "They say she could pass away any day." I couldn't look into her eyes as they were gleaming with her hand tightly grasping the hospital sheets and her lips kissing pursed. You can tell she was in pain. Praying so hard to the sky for the life of her daughter to be saved. Our hearts are soaked; tears are running down my fiancé's mom's cheeks. The message we read from the doctor's actions is unbearable. Foes blow confetti, folks pretend...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 7:24pm
19th Oct 2013 7:24pm
Dear mom, Your son...
Dear mom, Your son is facing the world, planning profoundly and acting considerately for the great hand of mercy, which has ushered his heart to the ataraxic pastures, leaving foes stormed with their arms outstrached into a surrendering posture.
Just as you said, it will be a long time for him to see you again. So he just found the necessity of decorating his thoughts with your only precious smile. As he closed his eyes, he knew he'd be with you since he's impatient about the future.
He constantly kneeled on his bedroom floor with his heart feeling so cold from...
Just as you said, it will be a long time for him to see you again. So he just found the necessity of decorating his thoughts with your only precious smile. As he closed his eyes, he knew he'd be with you since he's impatient about the future.
He constantly kneeled on his bedroom floor with his heart feeling so cold from...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 12:24pm
16th Mar 2013 12:24pm
You kept us waiting, and we are still waiting...
To: Our Government
You kept us waiting, and we are still waiting...
I wish our country could wake up and see what our government is propelling our beautiful girl, SA, towards.
I used to say that one day we will realise the truth, but we are being blinded by the so-called freebies in the return of our souls.
You thought it was the only movement we knew!
And you left us wondering, "What occurred?"
Politics won’t resolve this kind of issue anymore; the country feels insecure.
99 problems, and they are all chilly days of abandonment...
You kept us waiting, and we are still waiting...
I wish our country could wake up and see what our government is propelling our beautiful girl, SA, towards.
I used to say that one day we will realise the truth, but we are being blinded by the so-called freebies in the return of our souls.
You thought it was the only movement we knew!
And you left us wondering, "What occurred?"
Politics won’t resolve this kind of issue anymore; the country feels insecure.
99 problems, and they are all chilly days of abandonment...
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