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Tintswalo Dec 2013
I am not crying for Mandela the Hero
but for Mandela the Man
I am not crying for Mandela the Politician
but for Mandela the Father
not for Mandela the slave
but Mandela the free man
not for Mandela the jail bird
but for Mandela the liberator of self
not for Mandela the answer to SA's prayers
but for Mandela the doer of the deeds

*May God Comfort South Africa in this great loss
Tintswalo Nov 2013
This is a beautiful poem by one of my dear friends Blaquetouch, hope you like it as much as I do.*

As I celebrate my death
little did I know my choices will course my end
that my joys will be temporary and my sorrows eternal
that my selfishness will be my downfall
and my greed my death.

As I celebrate my death
little did I realise happiness is for all
that not only my happiness should be important
that life gives you back what you invest in it
and nothing out of spite

As I celebrate my death
taking her man not knowing that I'm taking her coffin
making him mine and his AIDS my inheritance
riding his car only to be driven in a hearse later
enjoying le'good life at her expense
but giving her even a better chance in life
to live longer and positive.

YES I celebrated my death
Thought I knew better
that I am more beautiful and deserving
thought I can have it all without a risk
and live to see it all unfold
as he left her for me

I laughed my life away
flirted my future
boozed a chance to see my grandkids
but the worst thing I did
was to **** my life to death with an *** Positive Married Man
if he could cheat on her with me
chances are he's cheating on me with someone else
but my selfish mind was not that strong
all I wanted was to be happy
yet I kept stolen good to keep me happy

CELEBRATED MY DEATH PREMATURELY
AND NOW MY COFFIN IS A LESSON TO
DO UNTO OTHERS, AS YOU WOULD LIKE THEM TO DO UNTO YOU
MY COFFIN IS A LESSON THAT
MUCH AS U DESERVE HAPPINESS, SO IS SHE
THAT WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND IN 10-FOLDS

Rather celebrate life and live to die a blameless soul
who tried to do good at all times and succeeded.
Celebrate Life

By Blaquetouch
Tintswalo Feb 2014
Poem by Mpontsi Blaquetouch Blaquetouch


u are too high for my tracks
so better find another clique
coz i'm not backing down on my flex

when I first saw u
I knew we weren't gonna be friends
coz thing is; I dnt bow
only God deserves my bow

much as I love and respect
one thing I wont do
is loose myself
while trying to find you

your approval has no weight for me
I can do without it
I don't blame you thou
I blame all of them who gave you glory beyond measure

had they told you the truth
i'm sure your head wud still be intact
now look at how big it has grown
no pillow can house it all
even a one size fit all hat, fails to cover it

I dnt blame you thou
I blame all of them, man pleasers
my prayer for you is;
remember who u are
bring out the person you are behind closed doors,
introduce that person to everyone

who knows they might even love you
love you exactly for who you are

but for now...just find another clique
coz I wont bow nor loose myself while trying to catch you
come to the people's level
then maybe we can talk
as I continue praying.

— The End —