Submissions by smemela
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2015 9:47pm
11th Aug 2015 9:47pm
The Back of The Moon
Glowing in florescent splendour and shying from the fame of the spotlight. You were always there stalling away in the backround and waiting for he that would fill your spoons and colour your pigments, but they would rather reach at a gold nugget sky the same way that a dog would lap at an egg as if extracting the yolk or knaw at a bone to draw its flesh. But since that I am a coward and spend my days in flight, I followed the foul while it ponderd backwards and I subtracted the distance between eldorado and the common unity to sum up your circumference, and in that feast of apple pie, in a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Aug 2015 4:54pm
11th Aug 2015 4:54pm
Poetry et al
I write my poems in black ink set against some white floppy paper.
I write my poems in the deep barrels of a human affected heart.
I write my poems at night when I cannot see the humming bird or safely walk the Joburg streets.
I write my poems in english but conjure them in my native Pondo.
I write my poems with the sound of sirens, when all my loves love is lost and that new born baby dies.
I write my poems even when the knowledge of happines escapes me, when my audience frowns at me and the rain stains my script.
Sometimes I imagine...
I write my poems in the deep barrels of a human affected heart.
I write my poems at night when I cannot see the humming bird or safely walk the Joburg streets.
I write my poems in english but conjure them in my native Pondo.
I write my poems with the sound of sirens, when all my loves love is lost and that new born baby dies.
I write my poems even when the knowledge of happines escapes me, when my audience frowns at me and the rain stains my script.
Sometimes I imagine...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2015 10:48pm
10th Aug 2015 10:48pm
Apollo 00
We are varying fragments on an open sea with brocken arrows that lead where chance doth take, we take to the lense to see beyond our reach and in thier empty barrels we add our faith, but how quick we are to anchor when a storm sets in and so cast our faith to the unknown depths were it ought to reach. Our heavy sighs are the whistles of a anarch wind that will not sing and our weary tears are the palate of a brimming sea that will not spill. Amidst an ocean treasure-trove of many a brocken arrow we sail forth Beneath a dotted sky, we find relief in the fleeting hopes in our sleeping visions...
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Aug 2015 10:43pm
10th Aug 2015 10:43pm
Sunday Cocktail
I must admit beloved, were it not for that trans-atlantic smile that's had so many a seaman set sail to explore it's reach in a stormy jouney to the india's of the west, where native chiefs would've most certainly bowed before your celestial beauty in a mortal deed of infinite hearts enthraled- Then the spurs of many a lyric that I have concieved of you, would be the bellow of a hollow heart, uninspired and cast into itself in vanity to be the triumph of joyous ignoralisis.
You extend your legs with this, this skill as if leaping over the final pearly gates- how could heaven deny...
You extend your legs with this, this skill as if leaping over the final pearly gates- how could heaven deny...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 5:12pm
29th Jun 2015 5:12pm
Jezebel Adorned
Adorend with rose tainted flakes on trembling lips, she stands cornered on city streets with chizelled bottoms and gaping twigs from a lifetime of lay and sway. she apears like a womanly mirrage on a backstreet city scape of myraid dreams and little day. Adorend with raisin breasts and planky hips the men come a plenty but her rewards come a penny- thats waged deep within her essence and left to fester. What trace there was of yester smiles, lie trenches eroded by superflous wells spilling corosive rivers from the deep gushing down her cheeck to her neck lie an oxbow but taught like a boa....
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2015 1:19pm
28th Jun 2015 1:19pm
My love Blossoms in the winter
My love blossoms in the winter, Long after the summer sun confuses me with its warmth and the serenity of the tanzanite sky cons me to equate your worth. My love lies bare in nude splendour sworn and thus defunct of nakedness in a divine pretext of a muzzled lust by lips that were for others, reciting lyrics of a song that has yet to be sung. My love crackles with the flaming logs beneath a star struck sky extracting the essence of your log laden heart- it is here that i seperate the women in heat, in a vision more vivid than that of the wild blooms of the summers poppy blossoms of gods own...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2015 3:27pm
27th Jun 2015 3:27pm
Unknown
If i could see you in time, in your unpretentious moment of voyeur and solitude, i would pierce into your eyes and search deep that which has no love for me and like table salt, toss it over to better my luck. I would follow your rising smile to its never declining west, digging deep with every crack, condemning myself to the fallen angels lair in failure to make it my own. I would marvel at your latent portrait sphere's, searching where to place my woefull lips unused to touch, but trained in verse and in that harmonious moment of fancy, i would ulliate in a unanimous divine gaeity until i...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2014 1:21pm
17th May 2014 1:21pm
Missing You
Siphamandla Nkokheli Memela
I miss you with every ounce of my being.
From the trenches of my deepest footprints
To the reaches of my highest hair follicle.
I miss you in a childish way that with your presence
Ignites that which was once departed
But by you blossoms like the sun worshipers of the fields
That follow thier god like I do to you and teaches me how to smile
With that same radiance or like he with fortune found
Or she to him or it to that or or or or............
Aah the folly of youth, forever fixed on lost fortune and regret
Oh...
I miss you with every ounce of my being.
From the trenches of my deepest footprints
To the reaches of my highest hair follicle.
I miss you in a childish way that with your presence
Ignites that which was once departed
But by you blossoms like the sun worshipers of the fields
That follow thier god like I do to you and teaches me how to smile
With that same radiance or like he with fortune found
Or she to him or it to that or or or or............
Aah the folly of youth, forever fixed on lost fortune and regret
Oh...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th May 2014 1:58pm
14th May 2014 1:58pm
Meeting
She was quite excited to see me,
She screamed, She pointed
And even gave me a hug-
You see she was an old friend of mine
Who held me dear.
She was with some friends I never knew
That greeted me by name (they must've heard about me).
Curious onlookers observed the excitement,
As the security cam circled about
And caught my best side.
Soon we had a drink and caught up on many a childish tale.
Eager to be plucked her friends shared their bit
And soon names sprung casually,
Contacts grew and then bills where signed
For us to part and tell...
She screamed, She pointed
And even gave me a hug-
You see she was an old friend of mine
Who held me dear.
She was with some friends I never knew
That greeted me by name (they must've heard about me).
Curious onlookers observed the excitement,
As the security cam circled about
And caught my best side.
Soon we had a drink and caught up on many a childish tale.
Eager to be plucked her friends shared their bit
And soon names sprung casually,
Contacts grew and then bills where signed
For us to part and tell...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 4:36pm
27th Apr 2014 4:36pm
Composed On Nqobile's Hand
I can't ignore this knock no more
It's weary cry fills me deep,
Enticing my pulse with every tear
While it's gentle pang kills me dear.
And so I gasp to hold your hands
And so the knock takes new heights.
It churns my stomach it kills my speech
And with every blow growing nearer to each
It rapidly runs rigorously ranting and raving.
I fear like a child but stand like a man,
I grasp the knob with all my fears
And I summon a coy from yester years
"What badger lurks beyond this door?"
"Tis a guest my dear unknown...
It's weary cry fills me deep,
Enticing my pulse with every tear
While it's gentle pang kills me dear.
And so I gasp to hold your hands
And so the knock takes new heights.
It churns my stomach it kills my speech
And with every blow growing nearer to each
It rapidly runs rigorously ranting and raving.
I fear like a child but stand like a man,
I grasp the knob with all my fears
And I summon a coy from yester years
"What badger lurks beyond this door?"
"Tis a guest my dear unknown...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 3:38pm
27th Apr 2014 3:38pm
Suicide
Last night I danced a mosquitos trumpet
Slapping myself to every beat
When it sat on my lap I thought I should smack it
With precision and speed I squashed it's meat
As it lay there dead I gayly cheered
But twas my blood that I had smeered.
Slapping myself to every beat
When it sat on my lap I thought I should smack it
With precision and speed I squashed it's meat
As it lay there dead I gayly cheered
But twas my blood that I had smeered.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2014 9:23am
27th Mar 2014 9:23am
Untitled
How did it all happen?
For I am not he who is gently swayed
By seismic smiles, radiant eyes and hair-pin bends.
My serpent awakens and extends itself to your deepest heights...........and falls!
For I am not he who is gently swayed
By seismic smiles, radiant eyes and hair-pin bends.
My serpent awakens and extends itself to your deepest heights...........and falls!
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