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You never cross the ocean unless you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

Christopher Columbus

Greetings

You poetry lovers out there that have supported my blog straight from its infancy till now when it’s a toddler, still crawling on its knees and legs.

Allow me

To thank you for all the support you have shown me throughout this journey of self-discovery through poetry.

It’s only been half a year

And yet i feel as though i have known many of you my entire life.

I can’t even begin to put into words substantial enough to convey, the exact level of the feeling of gratitude in my heart towards you for the positive attitude you’ve directed towards me.

I started this blog

When i was flying high in the sky like a bird.

But a few months after it’s inception, i fell from the sky like Icarus and my wings of optimism would surely have been melted if not for you.

I certainly don’t have a clue what might have transpired if you had never come into my life.

Most likely i would not be alive today, and so i say thanks to you if you’ve ever liked my posts, followed my blog or commented on my poetry.

I never would have made it here if i did not endeavor to post poetry on my blog; that seeks to inspire you not to tire when hard times batter your hopes for a better tomorrow, into a sire who’s ire has been raised.

I haven’t completely gotten back to my previous high heights but i’m no longer drowning in the deep depths of misery all thanks to the support you have shown me.

Because of this, i know many of you would be mighty pleased to help me get back to soaring up high in the skies. Which is why from now on, posts on my blog will contain a donation link to my pay-pal account.

Please, feel free to donate any amount that tickles your fancy, as i’m a beggar and i can never choose you loose all your cheese just to please me.

Also i have learn’t never to look a gift horse in the mouth so be secure in the knowledge that whatever amount you chose to give, i would be deeply grateful for.

Thanks in advance.

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Tears That Try To Be Tough

The real secret of patience is to find something to do in the meantime.


We humans

Have been blessed by the Gods up high in the sky with a home as fertile and tranquil as our beautiful blue earth.

For many many many a millennia, our ancestors have never lived in fear that this world of ours will one day shed a tear because she fears she might not make it into the near future.

Yet how dear things appear to be now, the state of our current circumstance is as dire as a fighter losing his stance in an all important championship bout with an opponent ready to break his hip.

The rains have now developed an attitude so shy that they now try to stray as far away from us as possible, in aim to drown us in drought.

The once courageous clouds now cry whenever they have to fight smoke particles in the sky in contention for the right to rule the skies.

The sun is hotter than she is supposed to be, because she is so pissed at us for f**king up her husband – the earth.

Our oceans are rising up against this injustice of dumping waste into their depths, which makes me pray that i’m not here when things do get violent.

Whilst sitting behind my stool in the library trying not to appear a fool, i have sometimes wondered what it is has led to the overall drastic decline in the beauty and habitability of our home.

When was it that we decided to stop caring for our natural environment?

In the industrial revolution that so brought about our evolution on a technological scale, yet so endorsed the pollution of the air that we breathe, the water we drink and the soil we deeply sleep in when we rest at our time of death?

I can’t help but think how paradoxically detrimental it is that we kill our own environment in our efforts of living longer lives.

Even me,

I am not a bystander in this for many a time have i smoked a joint by the lake, just to take my thoughts of the conundrum we find ourselves in.

Will we manage to reduce and reverse the adverse effects of all our commercial activities or will i – just like the Earth right now – shed a tear because i will not be here if our beautiful blue earth is not here?

Friday Free Write

Failure and failure again is the secret ingredient to achieving the right level of success.

Mark Makhubalo

Have you ever

Heard the sound of passion call to you?

Like a naked lover

beckoning you into the warm, comfy sheets-

That make you forget about the deafening cold

That freezes our ears to render us unable to hear.

I have never really been able to hold firm

To all my convictions whilst listening to that lusty

Voice that sounds thirsty as the desert of the Namib

That walked across the plains of pain for far too long

She decided to simply embrace the pleasure of pure leisure.

Drinking my water as i bask in the spring weather

Nourished by the fresh fruit of the flowers

Who at the peak of their powers produce perfume

Who’s scent flows from them into the air

Right into my nostrils were they do not disturb but curb

Any ailments i might have had in regards to the bad smell in here.

the Rubbish Robber

People who are crazy enough to think they can change the World, are the ones who do.

Rob Siltanen

This is not a post about how I wow and dazzle the ladies with my charming ways.
It is not a post of my adventures as a naughty child.
Nor is it a post of how I became a poet in my city.

This is a post about the skill and finesse I had to deploy in order to rob the rubbish bin of its possessions.

It took me a little while to scope out the terrain, making sure there were no spying eyes on me.

That done, i proceeded to sneak up on my unsuspecting victim. I came in from the blindside, the bin never even saw me coming.

But it saw me going.
With a KFC plastic bag beneath my arm.

© The Poets Peace 2019

Musings from a lover lost his love.

Do not call the forest that shelters you a jungle.

So much has happened since last we saw each other
I am not the same boy who used to many a game play with you
Smiling in the wind blind to dangers that seek to grind our bones to dust.

So much has happened since last I held your hand.
Since they sent me off to war where I saw worn men and torn bodies
That inspire stomachs to release their contents.

Where victory tasted much the same as defeat
Yet we ate because if we didn’t eat our bodies will lose the heat
Needed to stay warm and alive in the burning winter.

Many winters we fought through were so cold
They turned bold men to boys wanting to hide beneath beds
Till the coming summer when all would be warmer.

When the summer came and home I went to see you my lover.
I found that much has happened since they sent me of to war
On that day when I last held your hands.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Anthem to Gang Walikan

Greetings everyone.

Hope you are all having as fantastic a day as I am.

Today I was surfing the waves on YouTube when I came across a piece of mine I’d not thought about for a while.

Many of you might not know this, but I am not just a written word poet, i am also a budding performing poet, who in hopes of achieving his dreams became a proud member of Gang Walikan – a music recording label that at the time consisted of me, The Predator, Alpha and CNDN(CasaNovaDattNobi).

So one day not so long ago in my inspired state of Gang Walikanness, I wrote a poem that would serve as the Anthem to our group and I called it the Walikanthem.

I like this piece but I’m not really an avid advocate for promoting it because its a little too braggy for my normal simple self, but I chose to share it with you in the hope that you’ll like it.

And if you do, then who knows what might happen.

Perhaps you might find yourself pressing the subscribe or like buttons.

Maybe even leaving some constructive criticism in the comment section.

So in the name of Gang Walikan
Enjoy the Walikanthem and have yourself a blessed day.