pallang-mofokeng - Hello Poetry

Hi my name is Pallang Mofokeng, and this is my Honest poem 🤍 I first saw the sun August the 3rd 25 years ago, apparently that makes me a Millennial or Gen Y I’m not clued up what that means I’m 1 Meter 65, I weigh what's considered thin for a man my age I do not exercise, and I am always the shortest amongst my friends, Well also the youngest I’m a sucker for a girl with beautiful eyes, and smart brains. I’m still learning how to hold long conversations I’m often good at striking the talk, and always the bad at keeping it flowing I was born early and I’ve been late ever since I love books a lot I love words and I dearly love poetry I have been told that I kind of have a stutter, people say it develops when I’m in an uncomfortable environment, on the real side I really swallow my words when someone says something stupid Every time I’m in front of a beautiful girl I happen to want to say a lot of beautiful things about her beauty but my words leaves me in the play. I have this strange fascination with stories with sad endings and broken promises Maybe it’s because I have learned that life is nothing like happy endings or fairy tale Such lessons I learnt 12 times when I fell in love with women who loved me more than I loved them, And the 9 times I fell in love with women Who would never love me back I know the numbers are not balancing But to be honest, I think we never actually meet our ultimate someone Actually relationships, they always remind me how I’m not scared of death But I’m scared of the crowd, and I wonder what would happen when I have a crowd surrounding my coffin I’m shy. Yesterday I blushed to the reflection of my face in the mirror I closed my eyes and made crazy silly smiles I could not complement myself, my stutter came in play I have had very few fights growing up I can count them without using my toes, but I have had a lot of beatings That was me beating myself perfecting a life that was never meant to be perfect Doesn’t sound right hey? I have made a lot of wrongs than rights I have judged myself more than having been judged Good morning, my name is Pallang I enjoy cooking and showing off my improvements And ignore every negative comment made my way I don’t find it easy expressing my feelings as often as I need to I have a confidence so low it always goes unrecognized, I always smile even when I don’t need to My life is a book always edited by my perfectionist mind, convincing myself that I am worth something Something maybe a name I don’t know much, but I think I think heaven if full of poetry God is monitoring my brain system It reminds him that, some people heal others even when they themselves are dying inside.

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Dec 23, 2020

Dec 23, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC

Honest poem

Hi my name is Pallang Mofokeng, and this is my Honest poem 🤍 I first saw the sun August the 3rd 25 years ago, apparently that makes me a Millennial or Gen Y I’m not clued up what that means I’m 1 Meter 65, I weigh what's considered thin for a man my age I do not exercise, and I am always the shortest amongst my friends, Well also the youngest I’m a sucker for a girl with beautiful eyes, and smart brains. I’m still learning how to hold long conversations I’m often good at striking the talk, and always the bad at keeping it flowing I was born early and I’ve been late ever since I love books a lot I love words and I dearly love poetry I have been told that I kind of have a stutter, people say it develops when I’m in an uncomfortable environment, on the real side I really swallow my words when someone says something stupid Every time I’m in front of a beautiful girl I happen to want to say a lot of beautiful things about her beauty but my words leaves me in the play. I have this strange fascination with stories with sad endings and broken promises Maybe it’s because I have learned that life is nothing like happy endings or fairy tale Such lessons I learnt 12 times when I fell in love with women who loved me more than I loved them, And the 9 times I fell in love with women Who would never love me back I know the numbers are not balancing But to be honest, I think we never actually meet our ultimate someone Actually relationships, they always remind me how I’m not scared of death But I’m scared of the crowd, and I wonder what would happen when I have a crowd surrounding my coffin I’m shy. Yesterday I blushed to the reflection of my face in the mirror I closed my eyes and made crazy silly smiles I could not complement myself, my stutter came in play I have had very few fights growing up I can count them without using my toes, but I have had a lot of beatings That was me beating myself perfecting a life that was never meant to be perfect Doesn’t sound right hey? I have made a lot of wrongs than rights I have judged myself more than having been judged Good morning, my name is Pallang I enjoy cooking and showing off my improvements And ignore every negative comment made my way I don’t find it easy expressing my feelings as often as I need to I have a confidence so low it always goes unrecognized, I always smile even when I don’t need to My life is a book always edited by my perfectionist mind, convincing myself that I am worth something Something maybe a name I don’t know much, but I think I think heaven if full of poetry God is monitoring my brain system It reminds him that, some people heal others even when they themselves are dying inside.

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I have learnt it off by heart to say I love you in all 11 of my country's official languages, The phrase has become the mildest to interpret, everyone sings it like ABC Yet I believe it being cute, when it is said with genuine emotions.

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Nov 6, 2020

Nov 6, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC

"I Love You"

I have learnt it off by heart to say I love you in all 11 of my country's official languages, The phrase has become the mildest to interpret, everyone sings it like ABC Yet I believe it being cute, when it is said with genuine emotions.

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I always died a senseless death at the feet of affection, I always compromised the word compromise to this life's own zeal My pride and keys to joy were thrown to hell, All in the name of love so well We were birds heading to the world of honey bees, Yet you lost focus to the weak morning breeze. Can't you see That we meant to see Beautiful life hidden beyond the seas? I sang the love songs of hatred, Sweet text which contained bitterness. Can't you?

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC

Can't you?

I always died a senseless death at the feet of affection, I always compromised the word compromise to this life's own zeal My pride and keys to joy were thrown to hell, All in the name of love so well We were birds heading to the world of honey bees, Yet you lost focus to the weak morning breeze. Can't you see That we meant to see Beautiful life hidden beyond the seas? I sang the love songs of hatred, Sweet text which contained bitterness. Can't you?

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Call me not be it your love is gold, Absent me from your raging sentiment so cold. Love is Anathema, whose roots are pleasures Not to incline but be spent beyond measures. No. No! No! sense of it all, Is life so on the roll. But dear Princess neglect me not, when I utter 'No inclination help won't be gold' Love is not silver nor can you fake it gold. Roses are precious to give, a pleasure for them who receive But woe they be deceived! Love's named romanticism bared by givers who give Yet love's far a mystery from romantic gifts, she is beyond what men can give. Call me not be it your Zest is gold Love is silver, love is stars in this world so cold..

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC

Be it your love is gold

Call me not be it your love is gold, Absent me from your raging sentiment so cold. Love is Anathema, whose roots are pleasures Not to incline but be spent beyond measures. No. No! No! sense of it all, Is life so on the roll. But dear Princess neglect me not, when I utter 'No inclination help won't be gold' Love is not silver nor can you fake it gold. Roses are precious to give, a pleasure for them who receive But woe they be deceived! Love's named romanticism bared by givers who give Yet love's far a mystery from romantic gifts, she is beyond what men can give. Call me not be it your Zest is gold Love is silver, love is stars in this world so cold..

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One day weeks to months, 1 year decades of centuries We are ageless dayless yearless call us monthsless We the enemies to time we repel Our love is a story untold It never runs any old. In her absence days feel like years, Yet a year is like a day in her presence. Time apart from her Is as good as time in hell. How old are we? Everyone is curious I blame them not This love is burning Interesting Luring And exciting But I tell them a joke of their ears, We are ageless We have no days weeks or months No years decades of centuries We were born loving each other from afar Our meeting was just a destined fate from start. Red rose of the back rose, It's an amazing journey colouring the roads.

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC

How old are we?

One day weeks to months, 1 year decades of centuries We are ageless dayless yearless call us monthsless We the enemies to time we repel Our love is a story untold It never runs any old. In her absence days feel like years, Yet a year is like a day in her presence. Time apart from her Is as good as time in hell. How old are we? Everyone is curious I blame them not This love is burning Interesting Luring And exciting But I tell them a joke of their ears, We are ageless We have no days weeks or months No years decades of centuries We were born loving each other from afar Our meeting was just a destined fate from start. Red rose of the back rose, It's an amazing journey colouring the roads.

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My Mockingbird He wrote her a song, it's the words of his song he left unfinished, Supposedly it was love, yeah they left it freezed. Selfish of how they used to feel, Just each's presence could breathe them peace. Hand twined hands they could walk the miles, Loved her as much as she did, read it through her beautiful smiles. Beauty of an angel? **** she was purely beautified, One fiction written in and out her eyes, she was ****** fair he could tell a story of lies. Nevertheless she'll never know his real love, on that his seat is tears are blood, What a nightmare he sighs he cries Relief will finish his song, not later but today, Here he begins it says: " You are my Mockingbird, you mesmerise my world, With your voice that of the unknown angels, **** God Jesus I'm outta words Your eyes are diamonds glittering **** girl you leave my heart pumping hard, beating and longing hard for your loving. " That's what he wrote allow me to say, He wouldn't dare **** throw it away Oops that ain't how it works, this muhfucken world is bitter and harsh, Thus something happened and tore him apart...

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Aug 27, 2016

Aug 27, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC

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My Mockingbird He wrote her a song, it's the words of his song he left unfinished, Supposedly it was love, yeah they left it freezed. Selfish of how they used to feel, Just each's presence could breathe them peace. Hand twined hands they could walk the miles, Loved her as much as she did, read it through her beautiful smiles. Beauty of an angel? **** she was purely beautified, One fiction written in and out her eyes, she was ****** fair he could tell a story of lies. Nevertheless she'll never know his real love, on that his seat is tears are blood, What a nightmare he sighs he cries Relief will finish his song, not later but today, Here he begins it says: " You are my Mockingbird, you mesmerise my world, With your voice that of the unknown angels, **** God Jesus I'm outta words Your eyes are diamonds glittering **** girl you leave my heart pumping hard, beating and longing hard for your loving. " That's what he wrote allow me to say, He wouldn't dare **** throw it away Oops that ain't how it works, this muhfucken world is bitter and harsh, Thus something happened and tore him apart...

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My Name Many people live in wonder where my name comes from, It is unique and to that they all can't be fond. Pallang is but my Sotho name, They told me it is a very strange name, Told me it's unique and awkward That its even hard to pronounce Yet still I spelled it to them P-A-LL-A-N-G PALLANG is my name It was supposed to be with an H but white woman who did my cirtificate chose to exclude the H Maybe she wanted to make it easier But still it ain't approved... I end up being called with odd names Pallanga the xhosas have called me Palleng, Pillang or even Thabang the whites and coloureds called me Yet my name is sweet and easy to pronounce I'm Pallang Mofokeng a Sotho child... They ask what it means I say It means overflow The rivers filled with overflowing waters, The cup of David filled with blessings Then from there still they don't understand... I say I got the name from my late grand father He had 4 daughters and only one son who happens to be my father When I was born his grand son He called out loud to the region of Morefe in Walaza "PHALLANG BAFOKENG REFEOwe NGWANA A MOSHANYANA" Then he probably called me his second son my own father's young brother The name means the overflowing of blessings in the Mofokemg clan. Still my name is beyond their understanding They claim it's too much complicated for their tongues to pronounce, So they resort into calling me with the meaning of my name I end up being called overflow I Pallang son of the great basotho clan of BAFOKENG... My Name...

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Aug 27, 2016

Aug 27, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC

My Name

My Name Many people live in wonder where my name comes from, It is unique and to that they all can't be fond. Pallang is but my Sotho name, They told me it is a very strange name, Told me it's unique and awkward That its even hard to pronounce Yet still I spelled it to them P-A-LL-A-N-G PALLANG is my name It was supposed to be with an H but white woman who did my cirtificate chose to exclude the H Maybe she wanted to make it easier But still it ain't approved... I end up being called with odd names Pallanga the xhosas have called me Palleng, Pillang or even Thabang the whites and coloureds called me Yet my name is sweet and easy to pronounce I'm Pallang Mofokeng a Sotho child... They ask what it means I say It means overflow The rivers filled with overflowing waters, The cup of David filled with blessings Then from there still they don't understand... I say I got the name from my late grand father He had 4 daughters and only one son who happens to be my father When I was born his grand son He called out loud to the region of Morefe in Walaza "PHALLANG BAFOKENG REFEOwe NGWANA A MOSHANYANA" Then he probably called me his second son my own father's young brother The name means the overflowing of blessings in the Mofokemg clan. Still my name is beyond their understanding They claim it's too much complicated for their tongues to pronounce, So they resort into calling me with the meaning of my name I end up being called overflow I Pallang son of the great basotho clan of BAFOKENG... My Name...

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I wanted to tell her But my words were stuck here and There Because coz I was afraid Afraid She never felt the same. During those days Days of Laughter,Joy,and Happiness Where we'd be sharing the same sit, Drinking from, from From the same glass When I could see the Stars Right through Trough those beautiful eyes Those Moments I could Pause Wanting to talk In those long walks But my throat filled with chokes 4 the words inside Were Chocked Staring right at her face I fell I fell in the deep pit A deep pit of Love I fell and did hurt Because a fear to tell I had. I wanted to tell her, but I was blind I was blind to see,see, to see the love The love I longed for in life I wanted to tell her how I felt Pity I couldn't tell For Me and Her had turned to be friends But that's not where I wanted it to end...

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC

I wanted to tell her

I wanted to tell her But my words were stuck here and There Because coz I was afraid Afraid She never felt the same. During those days Days of Laughter,Joy,and Happiness Where we'd be sharing the same sit, Drinking from, from From the same glass When I could see the Stars Right through Trough those beautiful eyes Those Moments I could Pause Wanting to talk In those long walks But my throat filled with chokes 4 the words inside Were Chocked Staring right at her face I fell I fell in the deep pit A deep pit of Love I fell and did hurt Because a fear to tell I had. I wanted to tell her, but I was blind I was blind to see,see, to see the love The love I longed for in life I wanted to tell her how I felt Pity I couldn't tell For Me and Her had turned to be friends But that's not where I wanted it to end...

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