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Thabang Ngoma Poem
She carried a bag full of dreams
Too afraid to lay it down
Too afraid to open and see
What lies hidden inside
She had lost it once before
Along with the rest of her nation
They had lived a nightmare
Of someone else’s stolen bag
In the eyes of this child refugee
Her purpose unfulfilled and unknown
Her bag torn open and emptied,
But still on her back...
So she protects her dreams
Patches up her bag...
Stitches up any tear
In case the bag ever gets stolen
She develops each one diligently
And the bag is getting heavier
And heavier by the day
Yes, she's still a dreamer
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Thabang Ngoma Poem
the tallest I’ve ever seen was in primary
towering like a General in the military
a haggard expression of pain and disgust
the needle like leaves his ooze would discard
he seemed so staunch in his camouflage and upright salute
the pinecones resembling a grenade assault
as curious children do, to climb we were too eager
mystery lay hidden somewhere in his evergreen erect figure
the teacher would soon be called to the rescue
climbing down now an impossible chore
some disciplinary action would be enforced
he wouldn't even be swaying in the wind this unmoveable force
then one day the war would finally be won
it took a couple of grades of broken bones and casting stones
high up in his clutches where our balls would be stuck
he would be uprooted and loaded onto the back of the truck
but when he left, the school grounds seemed so empty
he had retired after generations serving this country
that's why it now felt like such a pyrrhic victory
in hindsight, he was truly our sentry
08-23-2015
Contest: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Trees Personified
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...so as the universe expands
I’m left at its existence end
Uncertain of my place in it
To keep aspiring in spite...
Appeasing it in a father figure
The sun - the lit end of a cigar
Feeling like an abandoned child
I let my imagination go wild...
I write with powerful imagery
Something like atomic energy
Self-assurance that my life does matter
Hoping that someday it’ll read my letters
I’m wondering where and when it all begun
When or if it’ll all ever get unspun
So with pen and paper I give it a face
In the silence of the vacuum of space
08-13-2015
For Contest:
John lawless's DON'T FIGHT IT.....WRITE IT!!
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Down the topless tree house
Off our arboreal minds
Up the elevator
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Daughter, neglected by maternity
A button missing were her eye should be
Abused and abundant by paternity
Her limb missing were her leg should be
Expected to know the origins of charity
Love omitted from were her heart should be
Against all odds, to reach her maturity
In reality, adopted by a broken society
Of child and woman abusers, inequality
With each step, she becomes a step-
Daughter, despised by her competing step-
Sisters, losing the will to extend herself
Her education ferments high on a shelf
Absent mentors, no substitution
The sun sets on her bright future
A childhood deprived of true joys
Increasing her desire for real toys
Her reasoning capacity, a silent voice
Indecision a symptom of her poor choice
Her soul searches for a father figure
In a boy met under similar circumstance
Her identity lost to home affairs
His real intentions far from hers
A love child raised by other children
In a no child zone, her new comfort zone
Her Barbie thinned, cries for a meal a day
Granted, no chance to grow and play
12-13-2014
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Savoured roots at the tip of a spade
Dying leaves escape their own tree’s shade
We’re in a draught, spare me your tears
Unless you’re a portfolio full of shares
The land is levelled by green boots
Their orders given by black suits
Does anyone know who invented the book?
The written word whose hand knowledge shook?
I'm the wailing guitar's disconnected speaker
The cure found in the slip of a broken glass beaker
The trillions locked away in a vault of greed
The billions our fear safely breeds
I'm surrounded by a heat of hatred
My peaceful world's smouldering and defeated
Deep in lack of love's crippling frustration
Sunny days clouded in cold perspiration
Life is crawling down the barrel of a gun
In the firing line of death rays escaping the sun
I count my enemies in each empty shell
I pick it up to glimpse down the bottom of hell
I'm seen in forgotten memory
A lost entry in a 1939 Nazi diary
Left out to wet and dry like an old newspaper
Let me fly this wind fate's prepared proper
I was searching for peace and quiet
I couldn't afford to pay a requested quote
So I live up the slippery walls of a bleeding nose
Along the ear channel’s tunnelled noise
I hear whispered dark secrets
Confessions and prayers hummed and sacred
Shouted insults and empty threats
The clearing and swallow of a dry throat
Thabang J. Ngoma
13-12-2015
John lawless’s Where Echoes Hide - Poetry Contest
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In the dead of night, the crickets holding their breath
Our love brooding the full moon's tide on our anniversary
The wind stirs our risen ashes and revived passion
That had remained dormant down eternity's timeline
Tonight, we're reunited once more as we'll be forevermore
Our ghosts dance in the shadows of our old, forgotten steps
Down this moonlit, memory paved path to our short lives
Past the traces of chalk where we laid holding hands side by side
Thabang J. Ngoma
08-30-2015
Nette Oclaud's Sense of touch contest
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Sailing the seven seas
On true love's eternal tide
Expressed on a wave
Thabang Jan Ngoma
22-07-2015
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Contest Name: LOVE IN A FAR OFF PLACE
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Of a child growing up without a father
And the love and nurture of a mother
The struggle for food on less than a dollar
In a world of abundance poverty still a ruler
Dried up wells and contaminated streams
Life on the brink in a desert of dreams
Knowledge like water, how rare for some
Education and schools taboo (Boko Haram)
Remember to pray my son, mother said to me
There’s so much evil, airplane crashes and terrorism
And Islam and the perversion of this religion
The focus and fear drives us from being Christian
Remember to call on God the only true referee
The one who can guide us to unity and victory
He seeks neither an election nor a campaign
Forget His love we remember only hatred and pain
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In your hands you hold my life
Firmly, handle me like a knife
Cut a love so deep into my heart
You possess my inner most part
You wear a hidden smile like a crescent moon
Without your shine I’m half a man
In your face you holdback a laugh
At my not-so-funny jokes, choke like half-a-cough
You call me your 'hero'
If only you knew,
I’m a sidekick looking for a superhero
You’re stronger than you’ll ever know
I’m hopeless without your cape of kindness
Loveless without your seductive superpowers
You’re my obsession and my only delight
My lighthouse when I'm lost in life’s darkest night
All I am is a man in an intoxicated state
Drunk on your perfect figure eight, struggling to stand-up straight
The one weakness I can’t turn into a strength
The one person from which I can never hide the truth
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