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See her when she is walking
Even when she feels like sulking

Listen when she is talking
Even when she feels like crying

Behold her when she is trying
Even when she  gives up thriving

Through the heart, her laughter courses
And soothes like angelic choruses

Her weeping and souring
Bring down the rain pouring

Ain't no sunshine zone
When she's gone

When she's around
Everything becomes sound

She's beautiful in every form
See her elegant in any storm

Adorable in pregnancy and childbirth
Remarkable in storms and in mirth

She is more than her thighs
And even more than her sighs

She is more than her hips
She is more than her lips

She is woman, she is goddess
Happy Women's Month South Africa
 Jul 2016
PaperclipPoems
Some people are just made for you
You know it the second you enter a room they're in
You feel it before you even see them
You love them with every cell that makes your heart beat
They touch you and you crumble
They move and you follow
They breath and you can feel their inhale through your lungs
You become two halves of one person.
 Jul 2016
wordvango
that poets are all but forgotten
but, at the same time it is more
a noble quest I guess
nowadays

poets used to be rockstars
and have all kinds
of money when they got
famous

there is a sad part about all
of it, and a more pure thing
writing just to let all the feelings
out

and looking back, even
those in the past, Longfellow,
Poe, Emily- all had their demons
too

just like us
 Jul 2016
Mysterious Aries
Creator of the mysterious wind
To you I’m humbly praying
Whisper to me
Soft and breezy wisdom
Enhanced my understanding
Just when you think
the road leads to nowhere
crops up the moss veiled house

its crumbling bricks make greyer
the sky with the hush of twilight
and you rue with melancholy
the night under its roof assigned for you

but the old man like a seasoned spider
lets you forget you're trapped for the night
to his web spun from timeworn earth
as you stare engrossed upon his face
outlined by glowworm sparks

he recounts it was all marshland
he grew into bowl of harvest
and how he was blessed with
the most beautiful woman on earth
then reaching the crescendo
his words thin into whispers
when he tells you his two poor eyes
were not enough to hold her beauty
so she putting a stone on her heart
spread wings on a night like this

the cornfield wilted
he wizened into an endless wait
with gracious death saving his bones
to lighten his heart to a stranger
who comes alone.
Roses at sunrise
dew covered and succulent
welcoming the sun
warming from its honeyed touch
their nectar's strong scent rising
luring bees and butterflies
to land upon their petals
and taste their rich sweet pollen
in the clear dawn light
Choka
 Jun 2016
cgembry
City buildings obstruct
The sky from view
Preventing wishes
From getting through

So on my nails I paint
Constellations and stars
Pleading for peace
In this world of ours
 Jun 2016
david mungoshi
Let me lay my head on your *****
weep long-held-back tears
sigh in rhythm to the whispers of the breeze
and feel that I am now accomplished
My heart says it's musical and therapeutic
to have my worries
buried in you
FINAL VERSION
 Jun 2016
Mysterious Aries
Let it be heard

The tale within

The unspoken myth you carry

Those dreams within a dream



'Twas long deferred

Those words you hide

Must turned into precious flowers

And grabbed the princesses eyes



Or to be a sword

And killed the beast

Defeat those ogres and demons

And turned them into priest



Through mighty words

You can blow a mind

Can slice the seal of fate

Could changed the route of time



6-16-2016

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