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What a creation you are
What a blessing you are
What a light you are in world face
A woman you are

A woman that keeps
A house a home full of hope, joy, love
A woman loves kills a man
A woman hates kills a nation
A woman wisdom reaches GOD...
A woman you are


What a creation you are woman
What a beautiful nature you are
What a blessing you keep me wondering.. If you are woman? Or Angel? Woman what are you?
A woman you are**

What a creation you are
What a woman you are
What a blessing you are
What a nature you are...

A Woman
A woman I know not... She's out there as an Angel to someone live... Maybe I see or meet Her every day via my journey, just I'm spiritual blank enough mind Her...
Poetry is too cheap compared to simple words uttered.  
Many that are not suppose to have much meaning.
But yet they make me shiver down to my knees.
They flow in the waves of silence
And become little whispers of love.
With a very pure tone of care.
They make me realise what true friendship means.

Always fluttered.
I hide every blush with a smile.
And it too is always complimented,
And at the back of my mind I keep screaming "Thank you".
Secretly falling in love.
I pray he doesn't find out.
With a lot of pressure I get from the rest of my friends.
I have drove the thoughts out of their minds by telling them 'to forget it'.

I know it would never work.
I would rather have him as a friend.
Yet every time he speaks
His words make me melt uncontrollably.
I keep trying to forget about him,
But his words rapidly play inside my head.
I tell my heart to stop melting,
And my mind to stop thinking.
But it seems not to work.

I adore him in every way possible.
His height,  just so perfect.
His eyes draw me close to his soul.
And everytime I get a chance to hug him,
I pray that he never let's go.
He is a sample of all that I need
Yet I know I should find another lover
But up until then my heart slowly
And secretly beats for him.
L. N

He might think his past make him unworthy,  and so does mine.... We could always work something out
He knows he likes her,
But he is not sure he can stand the cyclones around them.
She knows she likes him,
But there are just these obstacles standing in her way.
They know they are in love,
But what do they have to do to be convinced?

Oh! Boy, Oh!  Boy
Relationships! ,  relationships!
Commitments!
Compromises!
Sacrifices!
Attachments!
Support!
Fights!
Confusions!
And most of all.... 'LOVE'

You make me laugh when am not supposed to.
And smile when I dont have to.
You make me happy though I dont know the reason why.
You are the bright blossom of my clouded day.

He is a keeper,
And I hope she keeps him too
She is and Angel
And I hope he becomes hers too.
She hopes for a protecter
And I believe she has found one.
He hopes for a comforter
And I believe he has found one.

Everything is just wild,
With mediators on the side
And on lookers observing.
It is so hard to look at it and ignore,
But I am happy to know that the world around me still carries love.

He knows he loves her,
And I hope she loves him too.
For M.N and T.N

P. S I love you guys
Xoxo
It is ever the Holy Spirit’s work to turn our eyes away from self to Jesus; but Satan’s work is just the opposite of this, for he is constantly trying to make us regard ourselves instead of Christ. He insinuates, “Your sins are too great for pardon; you have no faith; you do not repent enough; you will never be able to continue to the end; you have not the joy of his children; you have such a wavering hold of Jesus.” All these are thoughts about self, and we shall never find comfort or assurance by looking within. But the Holy Spirit turns our eyes entirely away from self: he tells us that we are nothing, but that “Christ is all in all.” Remember, therefore, it is not thy hold of Christ that saves thee—it is Christ; it is not thy joy in Christ that saves thee—it is Christ; it is not even faith in Christ, though that be the instrument—it is Christ’s blood and merits; therefore, look not so much to thy hand with which thou art grasping Christ, as to Christ; look not to thy hope, but to Jesus, the source of thy hope; look not to thy faith, but to Jesus, the author and finisher of thy faith. We shall never find happiness by looking at our prayers, our doings, or our feelings; it is what Jesus is, not what we are, that gives rest to the soul. If we would at once overcome Satan and have peace with God, it must be by “looking unto Jesus.” Keep thine eye simply on him; let his death, his sufferings, his merits, his glories, his intercession, be fresh upon thy mind; when thou wakest in the morning look to him; when thou liest down at night look to him. Oh! let not thy hopes or fears come between thee and Jesus; follow hard after him, and he will never fail thee.

“My hope is built on nothing less

Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness:

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.”
If I could exercise a little freedom
Which will make me
Gently taking your hand, to speak in
Loving whispers while
Looking deep, deeper into your eyes.
Maybe my heart will stop and stop
This shaking I feel alone...

Oh maybe I am wrong, that I'm a
Faithful lover, who often could
Not sleep thinking of You,
And sometimes left the company of
Others just to be alone.
But you showed little respect for
Him... for me, and never returned
His love.

Sometimes, I wish to wear the mask
Of love, mask of JESUS, so you could
See or feel the light of love
Which appeared to me,
Oh yes me.

But why should I do so?
Cause GOD loved you more then
I do and He gave you His only
Son JESUS who loves you better
Then I do,
Here in this crazy world. But I'm sure I love you much to hurt you,
Your light smile, your great beauty
Which seemed to break like
The light of the sun in the east.

I wish could say 'I love you'
But it all confusing.
"And now abide faith, hope, love, these three, but the greatest of these is Love" (1 Corinthians 13:13).
JESUS my all in all,
A soldier who died for me & you.
A soldier who has fallen for me,
My life.

JESUS the Son of GOD!

A son who sacrifice His own life
For my life, our lives, to be free.
Free indeed from evil things.
JESUS is a soldier, a good soldier,
Who cares so much about
Me & you!
He died for me... JESUS died for us!
GOD gave up JESUS for us, His only Son, to show us the love He has for us.
 Jun 2016 Bheki Mungwe
Justin G
Despite the heart which is froze
Hatred runs fluidly
Like the water in shattered glass
Like the blood in broken bones
Like the flames in our homes    
This hatred
It speaks to me
Like drugs to an addict

When it tells me to shoot
                                         I relapse and
                                       aim for the sky


I said..
In spite of my own humility
Hatred runs deeply
Like the roots beneath the dirt
Like the pain beyond the hurt
Like this poem before your eyes

I despise 
                Way too many lies
                And so little truth
 

I said..
I hate beautiful  
It cripples me deeply  
For you are my pity
My pain and their pleasure

When I am high
                           I'll collapse and fall
                        Far from this place
                        Of rotten bliss


I said..
Look at me        
Blood misrepresents me    
For I am cut differently
This pain isn't felt
Like the emptiness
Residing in your cup
It is felt
Like a toxic
Living inside the gut
Like these words
Traveling directly
Towards the stomach

I mean..
             Although this addiction kills me
           Hatred is also the remedy
          It is all I need to truly appreciate
          The little love I have left.
((Recovery))
Nobody enjoy dry people
Not me, guess not you
Dry places belong to dry people
Dry people belong to dry places
Dry people never find
Time to smile,
To love,
To greet,
To enjoy,
Nor to beauty.
Dry places belong to devil
Ain't dry places belong to GOD
Ain't dry people have time
For you, for me, for GOD.
Dry places belong not to waters,
Waters belong not to dry places,
Free indeed belong to waters,
Waters belong to free indeed,
Water is life
Dry not life.
Dry places nobody enjoys,
Nobody enjoys dry places,
Nobody enjoys dry people,
Dry places belong not to
Poetry heart.
Dry places are destinations where you never find peace, like dry people are sad, unhappy so nobody enjoy been around sad people. Not me, I guess not you.
 Jun 2016 Bheki Mungwe
K G
The sun gradually sinking with shrinking grins and turns
Catching leaves as the storm flows bitterness and burns
Your pink blue eyes stare in awe, with a reddish glow emanating
Kleptomaniacs rise, afterwards sighted kids slowly went cagey
Just a pilot flying through the shrouded black cloud
You will be yoked of life when you come back down
But leap forward your fracted fingers around hope
I promise with my overused words you will not sound untold
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