onesimo-ngcotsha-mpofu - Hello Poetry

I told you he is a player You said he is a sweet-talker I told you he is a cheater You said I am a hater I am still a liar? Lonely long nights Secrete phone calls characterized by whispers All of them are wrong numbers Strange phone calls and threats I am still a hater? I never wanted to be your friend after turning me down I wanted to walk away and may be forget about you I paid for it by watching you suffer under the wrath of his said love Your time and dreams thrown to his treasure trove Shoving your love in the shelve and loving others I stand at a distance as per your plea Is this love? Bruised beautiful face Deep scars in your heart like a tattoo Hidden behind fake smiles yet it is dripping and drizzling with blood You are like a twig in his flood A flower that will never bud

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC

onesimo-ngcotsha-mpofu

I WONT SAY I TOLD YOU SO

I told you he is a player You said he is a sweet-talker I told you he is a cheater You said I am a hater I am still a liar? Lonely long nights Secrete phone calls characterized by whispers All of them are wrong numbers Strange phone calls and threats I am still a hater? I never wanted to be your friend after turning me down I wanted to walk away and may be forget about you I paid for it by watching you suffer under the wrath of his said love Your time and dreams thrown to his treasure trove Shoving your love in the shelve and loving others I stand at a distance as per your plea Is this love? Bruised beautiful face Deep scars in your heart like a tattoo Hidden behind fake smiles yet it is dripping and drizzling with blood You are like a twig in his flood A flower that will never bud

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The darkest hour is before dawn The knees are weak Like over ripe guavas hope falls No rainbow in the eye of the storm No glimpse of hope to derive courage from High waves and tides as the seas foam Calmness is a distant memory If this is a love song Why should it be so painful? Cupid must be stupid! A myth to be forgotten The past belong to the past I can smell the aroma of change! The rays of a new dawn A new era New memories are about to knock at the door of your heart Please do not despair God never fails to repair Take no pain from the past but lessons learnt You are not a prisoner to hurting but a victor of forgiveness Open your heart once again Let the cool breeze of love fill you The rain of care slowly but surely trickle Dripping and drizzling like honey dew from the sweetest comb Love is there hidden in the shadows of these roses so colourful believe me Smell its refreshing scent and follow it to the wonderland Love so luscious as the moon Succulent as the night Romantic as a rose Soothing like a summer rain Free your mind and free your spirit Lament no more! Spit the tastelessness of this test And turn it into a testimony From a mess to a message of the future Frame this shame into a parachute and have a safe landing! You can be down but not out Because love is never a race Love is life and life is love Always remember: the meaning to life is the pursuit of your heart What I never did is done Go ahead and fly your kite Beyond the storm it will shine again Because you are the one to paint the rain in the sky So please don’t cry The fish are yours to fry You can choose to fly And never forget to smile

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC

onesimo-ngcotsha-mpofu

BEYOND THE STORM

The darkest hour is before dawn The knees are weak Like over ripe guavas hope falls No rainbow in the eye of the storm No glimpse of hope to derive courage from High waves and tides as the seas foam Calmness is a distant memory If this is a love song Why should it be so painful? Cupid must be stupid! A myth to be forgotten The past belong to the past I can smell the aroma of change! The rays of a new dawn A new era New memories are about to knock at the door of your heart Please do not despair God never fails to repair Take no pain from the past but lessons learnt You are not a prisoner to hurting but a victor of forgiveness Open your heart once again Let the cool breeze of love fill you The rain of care slowly but surely trickle Dripping and drizzling like honey dew from the sweetest comb Love is there hidden in the shadows of these roses so colourful believe me Smell its refreshing scent and follow it to the wonderland Love so luscious as the moon Succulent as the night Romantic as a rose Soothing like a summer rain Free your mind and free your spirit Lament no more! Spit the tastelessness of this test And turn it into a testimony From a mess to a message of the future Frame this shame into a parachute and have a safe landing! You can be down but not out Because love is never a race Love is life and life is love Always remember: the meaning to life is the pursuit of your heart What I never did is done Go ahead and fly your kite Beyond the storm it will shine again Because you are the one to paint the rain in the sky So please don’t cry The fish are yours to fry You can choose to fly And never forget to smile

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Beyond the furthest hills I gaze Stuck behind the misty haze Hoping for things I will not touch or see If I could I would skip this phase Struggling even to get a salary raise A feeling that cannot be described by any phrase Yet I am here, stuck without you Is there any sweet scent from a rose? Are there twelve months in a year? Does the week begin on Sunday? Does the sun rise in the east and set in the west? Are there twenty-four hours in a day? Because I am still caught in that moment Yes it is a confused confusion How does my heart beat without you? Your foot-steps are the rhyme to my melody The sweet love song now so sour I stretch my hands and try to reach out I feel like giving in as the tips of our fingers only touch My heart killed by the comfort of time I am so breathless Here without you my love, my heart Far apart like the east from the west Swelling tides bring nothing but nostalgia The words ‘I love you’ are now a stranger so familiar You have no address because your home is my heart The angel of my destiny The only shining star in my world When are you coming back home? So we can build our family day by day like Rome Without you life is a mere emptiness I feel like a vagabond in my own world Here without you is a rhythmless song Without you, life is a confused confusion Just like the swallows remember home My mind is so full of you Without you I am like a plane without a pilot A singer with no voice Please come back home I am the king and you are the queen I am a lone pole in the midst of the dessert Stuck without you I am waiting for the phone to ring The cork to crow The emerald dove to coo The light knocking on the door And maybe someday say I do Come back and rejuvenate my life Because life without you is not life Remember the day we met The first hug and kiss How slow time travelled when we were apart Jumping parapets just to see you pass bye I miss those days so old It is not a black mail of some sort or psychology The truth is I am lost without you OUZY NGCOTSHA MPOFU- COPYRIGHT 2018

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May 4, 2018

May 4, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC

onesimo-ngcotsha-mpofu

HERE WITHOUT YOU

Beyond the furthest hills I gaze Stuck behind the misty haze Hoping for things I will not touch or see If I could I would skip this phase Struggling even to get a salary raise A feeling that cannot be described by any phrase Yet I am here, stuck without you Is there any sweet scent from a rose? Are there twelve months in a year? Does the week begin on Sunday? Does the sun rise in the east and set in the west? Are there twenty-four hours in a day? Because I am still caught in that moment Yes it is a confused confusion How does my heart beat without you? Your foot-steps are the rhyme to my melody The sweet love song now so sour I stretch my hands and try to reach out I feel like giving in as the tips of our fingers only touch My heart killed by the comfort of time I am so breathless Here without you my love, my heart Far apart like the east from the west Swelling tides bring nothing but nostalgia The words ‘I love you’ are now a stranger so familiar You have no address because your home is my heart The angel of my destiny The only shining star in my world When are you coming back home? So we can build our family day by day like Rome Without you life is a mere emptiness I feel like a vagabond in my own world Here without you is a rhythmless song Without you, life is a confused confusion Just like the swallows remember home My mind is so full of you Without you I am like a plane without a pilot A singer with no voice Please come back home I am the king and you are the queen I am a lone pole in the midst of the dessert Stuck without you I am waiting for the phone to ring The cork to crow The emerald dove to coo The light knocking on the door And maybe someday say I do Come back and rejuvenate my life Because life without you is not life Remember the day we met The first hug and kiss How slow time travelled when we were apart Jumping parapets just to see you pass bye I miss those days so old It is not a black mail of some sort or psychology The truth is I am lost without you OUZY NGCOTSHA MPOFU- COPYRIGHT 2018

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AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD) If I were Shakespeare I would say: what hath happened to you mother earth? Fallen creation! What hast thou done? Abel’s blood laments from the ground Innocent streams of blood flow in the swamps Calling in the deepest seas Yet creation joys at its screams and groans Blood and bones spread like a red carpet Bodies hung like clothes on a washing line Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Brothers butchering each other over stolen money Babies murdered in the name of abortion Albinos sacrificed in the quest for wealth and good luck Oceans are dump sites for human carcases Pastors servicing their ministries with innocent souls Alters covered with ***** and blood Bribery has become the order of the day Akeldama! Akeldama! The world has become! Authored outside the garden of Eden Anger and heartlessness have become a burden The love for money has made hearts to harden With personal pockets to fatten Forgiveness and good virtues are forgotten Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Shattered into pieces my heart bleeds My soul weeps tears of blood Tears that are torn and roasted before they reach the ground Causing my troubled heart hasten to pound Just like a floating trophy blood shed circulates around My voice is bubbling within me I am like an ant under an elephant’s hove Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Judases creeping in the shadows Like giant monsters Innocent hearts dripping and drizzling with blood The guilty jubilantly roaming the streets The church is silent A sleeping lion! A toothless bull dog Blood stained tithes and offerings Flesh fuelled businesses crowding the CBD Deceit and betrayal is a game of hearts Dead consciences that cannot be resuscitated Children are fatherless and mothers are childless The rich are heartless The heirs are senseless Crying is useless They deem Christianity meaningless Talking about Ubuntu is a sign of weakness Leaders are foreign to selflessness Oh Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! To him who hold the seven stars in his right hand Who is the first born of all creation? Turn not a blind eye on our afflictions For how long will we sing the sour song of Akeldama A song written by the greedy and blood thirsty A rhythmless song sung when strings are broken and voices are full of anger Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth mourns! Oh Akeldama!

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC

onesimo-ngcotsha-mpofu

AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD)

AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD) If I were Shakespeare I would say: what hath happened to you mother earth? Fallen creation! What hast thou done? Abel’s blood laments from the ground Innocent streams of blood flow in the swamps Calling in the deepest seas Yet creation joys at its screams and groans Blood and bones spread like a red carpet Bodies hung like clothes on a washing line Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Brothers butchering each other over stolen money Babies murdered in the name of abortion Albinos sacrificed in the quest for wealth and good luck Oceans are dump sites for human carcases Pastors servicing their ministries with innocent souls Alters covered with ***** and blood Bribery has become the order of the day Akeldama! Akeldama! The world has become! Authored outside the garden of Eden Anger and heartlessness have become a burden The love for money has made hearts to harden With personal pockets to fatten Forgiveness and good virtues are forgotten Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Shattered into pieces my heart bleeds My soul weeps tears of blood Tears that are torn and roasted before they reach the ground Causing my troubled heart hasten to pound Just like a floating trophy blood shed circulates around My voice is bubbling within me I am like an ant under an elephant’s hove Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! Judases creeping in the shadows Like giant monsters Innocent hearts dripping and drizzling with blood The guilty jubilantly roaming the streets The church is silent A sleeping lion! A toothless bull dog Blood stained tithes and offerings Flesh fuelled businesses crowding the CBD Deceit and betrayal is a game of hearts Dead consciences that cannot be resuscitated Children are fatherless and mothers are childless The rich are heartless The heirs are senseless Crying is useless They deem Christianity meaningless Talking about Ubuntu is a sign of weakness Leaders are foreign to selflessness Oh Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become! To him who hold the seven stars in his right hand Who is the first born of all creation? Turn not a blind eye on our afflictions For how long will we sing the sour song of Akeldama A song written by the greedy and blood thirsty A rhythmless song sung when strings are broken and voices are full of anger Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth mourns! Oh Akeldama!

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