Submissions by imbongi
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"I" is not me alone, it is my people and their stories to tell, i mean living style to share. The life of chains in brains and braves in slaves, that's how much i care? I am "my people" the true blood of Imbongi, the spirit
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2019 8:59am
22nd Aug 2019 8:59am
indigenous Q
An alphabet came from African language
a beautiful consonant clicking sound,
"Qiqa, Qonda, Qaphela"
"be wise, understand, be aware"
a click from a thin peak of a tongue
that collide to the upper layer of the mouth
"Q!", "Q!"
an alphabet created languages,
and carried its value in different shapes
like,..
"Quit, Quite, Quiet"
which may never sound the same,
from its origin.
a beautiful consonant clicking sound,
"Qiqa, Qonda, Qaphela"
"be wise, understand, be aware"
a click from a thin peak of a tongue
that collide to the upper layer of the mouth
"Q!", "Q!"
an alphabet created languages,
and carried its value in different shapes
like,..
"Quit, Quite, Quiet"
which may never sound the same,
from its origin.
#historical
484 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 2:51pm
20th Aug 2019 2:51pm
Wake Up
oh as i was out of this world dreaming
i heard my phone vibrating, Bzzt Bzzzt! Bzzt Bzzzt!
"damn this bloody phone again interrupting"
i said, to ignore,
after a minute it was too late, i woke up
getting off from bed like i was doing worm up
checking time "oh damn! its 8 O'clock"
i took a bath with no water, i dressed up
taxi! taxi!
i realized my mouth was a garbage ,i shut up
i used a hand gesture, my underarm whispered,
"wave down"
didn't go...
i heard my phone vibrating, Bzzt Bzzzt! Bzzt Bzzzt!
"damn this bloody phone again interrupting"
i said, to ignore,
after a minute it was too late, i woke up
getting off from bed like i was doing worm up
checking time "oh damn! its 8 O'clock"
i took a bath with no water, i dressed up
taxi! taxi!
i realized my mouth was a garbage ,i shut up
i used a hand gesture, my underarm whispered,
"wave down"
didn't go...
#funny
566 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2019 12:03pm
20th Aug 2019 12:03pm
Legacy
This is the art in me, freedom of life to live.
we shaped some clay to play,
with animals we made,
in the river that made loudly voices in caves
it was a small village of peace that waved
I know...
its quite a concealed revelation,
so to speak
not many have obtained the experience
to seek,
but the privileged ones got weak,
i'm convinced
i'm afraid the young ones,
wont mold a clay like the old ones,
but i'm certain the ones we molded
will become statues...
we shaped some clay to play,
with animals we made,
in the river that made loudly voices in caves
it was a small village of peace that waved
I know...
its quite a concealed revelation,
so to speak
not many have obtained the experience
to seek,
but the privileged ones got weak,
i'm convinced
i'm afraid the young ones,
wont mold a clay like the old ones,
but i'm certain the ones we molded
will become statues...
#identity
#politics
#memories
468 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Aug 2019 12:28pm
16th Aug 2019 12:28pm
KHOISAN
Khoisan lived nakedly with skins of predators ,
their land was every stranger's home like a-
house of the dead,everyone wanted to own,
until clever silky blond came with a coin,
bribing the solution.
Immediately the war became a televised channel
slowly, brains became mesmerized infant
''did what they were told ,
destroyed what they've known''
ooh what a shame!
as a result,
their grandchildren don't know anything
although their bones are...
their land was every stranger's home like a-
house of the dead,everyone wanted to own,
until clever silky blond came with a coin,
bribing the solution.
Immediately the war became a televised channel
slowly, brains became mesmerized infant
''did what they were told ,
destroyed what they've known''
ooh what a shame!
as a result,
their grandchildren don't know anything
although their bones are...
#philosophical
#tradition
508 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Aug 2019 8:29am
16th Aug 2019 8:29am
I AM STILL NEW
My essence are behind the window shop,
the perfume flavor of an unused selling item.
My grammar is the colorful attractive "read me",
the style and topics i'm uncertain they will suit you,
but it's up to you to get inside for fitting,...
even though you wont buy, but you paid attention.
The support and your comments might build me,
strong or worthless i may be but i am still new.
the perfume flavor of an unused selling item.
My grammar is the colorful attractive "read me",
the style and topics i'm uncertain they will suit you,
but it's up to you to get inside for fitting,...
even though you wont buy, but you paid attention.
The support and your comments might build me,
strong or worthless i may be but i am still new.
#courage
#respect
449 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2019 3:00pm
14th Aug 2019 3:00pm
MINDLESS LOVE
Love me,love me not"
nod to this everyday song,
which we sing, sang until we sung
its rhythm changes in motion of emotions
like...
To day you here to share
and tomorrow you there with missing care
it's quite confusing, to be fair
but we learn not to care
we slide with the flow till we flew
mindless love that's all we give
nod to this everyday song,
which we sing, sang until we sung
its rhythm changes in motion of emotions
like...
To day you here to share
and tomorrow you there with missing care
it's quite confusing, to be fair
but we learn not to care
we slide with the flow till we flew
mindless love that's all we give
#inspirational
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2019 2:12pm
14th Aug 2019 2:12pm
THE CRY TO ABAPANTSI
Ooh yini na kangaka, sisifa!
Can't you see the shame of the living?
streets showered with blood of the truth believers
once they talk it's the end of their live's living
i'm torn and angry because you no longer ruling.
Ooh yinina kangaka sisifa!
shake your bones on the ground
to reject the black child's blood to your side
come at night to whisper in souls
to reveal your secrets to the world.
camagu kaloku!
Please show your self
let the people know your wealth
camagu ko'mkhulu you the king of kings
let your...
Can't you see the shame of the living?
streets showered with blood of the truth believers
once they talk it's the end of their live's living
i'm torn and angry because you no longer ruling.
Ooh yinina kangaka sisifa!
shake your bones on the ground
to reject the black child's blood to your side
come at night to whisper in souls
to reveal your secrets to the world.
camagu kaloku!
Please show your self
let the people know your wealth
camagu ko'mkhulu you the king of kings
let your...
#faith
#spiritual
#philosophical
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