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29/06/2023

TITANIC DEEP

If you are a submarine,
She said,
Dive into my sea and see
Confined undefined spaces of my being
Take a tour so adventure deep
Perhaps a way to your eternal sleep
I promise not to weep as you hit,
Titanic depths my breaths I'll take
In gasps of oxygen scarce don't be scared,
To save me from my misery

Go titanic deep into my ocean of purity
In wet equatorial regions of honey abundant.
In warm equatorial regions of heat abundant
Where sharks and dolphins dwell
Do not ever tell
Of this hell under water oh well

I'm under your spell
Dive deep into my sea
To titanic depths of sweet nectars
Confined spaces heavenly defined
Till I take my last breath
In this oxygen scarce
I'm not scared
If I die this wet.

T. Monakalali

27/03/2022

She Sang To Me A Song With No Words

The sweetest melody I've ever heard
My heart almost bled

To that tranquil serenity calm
Exceeding hierarchies of harmony beyond
I've never felt this irresistibly fond

She sang to me a song with no words
I had almost thought
I'd write this poem with no words
Absence of diction intentional

For you'd understand
The voice in the void
Between my stanzas and verses
As it threatens to escape
This silent noise.

~Thapelo TeeJay Monakalali

27/03/2022

Land of the living dummies
Dummy think he puppet master
Casting shadows, watch it dance and try then he try to copy that.. soldier.. internal conflict.
He caught behind enemy lines..
Slave to his own beliefs, bound by chain of command.. man! bang! ego explosive..
Trynna collect himself, speaking to the preacher,
No peace on the alter..follow his heart, beat the in the dark, bleed into art, breath a sigh of relief as he speak from the pulpit.. elevated, state of mind..
Space travel and time freeze..
sips off the chalice of knowledge now he Thirsty as a palm tree..

~FortieSeven Artz

02/03/2022

Hostile in my own feelings
I feel trapped in a cage
Even if I shared my story with you
You would not feel my pain

Here I am screaming in silence
But I suppose it is all in vain...

~Warrick Hoala

31/01/2022

"I am food for thought
Force feeding the Youth fruits of my labour
I'll be back in a minute
I promised I'd be greater
I suffer from biophilia hypothesis
I am addicted to nature
I am the emaculate conception of the infiltrated generation
Not the perpetrator"

I Am
~Toka Warrick Hoala

28/01/2022

Lies disguised as truth, they feed us.
Truth is, nobody knows the truth.

They are the ones that killed our peace,
the ones that took away our people.
We are a nation of confused individuals,
lies are our daily feeds. It is not okay.

They are lies disguised as truth,
our people' held captive by these belligerent,
an escape is impossible. Why is it so hard
to manage this damage? Too late maybe.

The nation has changed, the relation broke.
It's every man for himself.
They've held our men and women captive
and against us. They don't have heart.

A lot they promised to do, a lot they haven't done.
In promises I no longer believe for they
are just qoutes, they can be erased.

We cannot decern the lies nor can we sense
the truth. Who do we go to?
They conceal who they are,
how do we change this drastic situation?

Politics
~Mookho Suping

20/01/2022

"Hands made out of gold
But plan to destroy
Heart made out of glass
But cuts deeper than a knife
Eyes made out of glitter
But look for dirt"

~Boineo Mahula

09/01/2022

Africa, my home.
Africa, my soul.
Africa, my mind.
Africa, my body.
Africa, my everything.

Welcome to the mother land.
The same place, streets are dens.
The same place legs walk on sands.
The same place one will both love,
and can’t stand! All at once.
Yes, my Africa, you are beautiful,
but your beauty, can be deceitful.

I dread the day,
My family pass away.
I dread the day,
My children find truth,
in their mother’s roots.
I dread the day,
my time is done.
I dread the day,
no one hears the cries,
of a mother’s tongue.

Yet today, I must declare!
That, while the world remains unfair;
Despite war, Despite poverty.
Despite forever changing government systems.
Despite our ancestors still watching racism.
Despite the rise and fall of every economy.
Despite covid-19 and lack of PPE.
Despite my people hungry.

My people, My Africa;
will still rise, like no one,
has ever seen before!
My people, My Africa.
Will settle the score.

My Africa
Mach
~Mimi Machakire

06/01/2022

An embrace of a warm
Irresistible passionate kiss
A moment of pure natural bliss
What a form of peace

You have been gone for so long
By the fire place every night
I waited hoping you might
Find your way back with your every might

Why did you have to go
I missed you dearly
With every piece of me sincerely
I lost my mind in loneliness nearly

Bless me with your presence now my Lord
Your sweet tender gentle ways
Surf my delicate hidden place
Even if they gaze
This is our phase

Kiss me deep within
To the core of my fragile self
Till my honeypot overflows
Save I kept your precious wealth

Tonight is the night
It might last forever.

The Passionate Kiss
~Thapelo TeeJay Monakalali

10/12/2021

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06/12/2021

Sometimes I just want to speed up the inevitable. I can’t run away from the Grimm Ripper, so why not run towards him?

Sometimes I gaze exhaustedly at that flat, shiny Bic razor blade, and I just stare at it, maybe embrace it a little, but I put it down because I’m tired of the rivers of my favorite colour run down my run down body.

Sometimes I wonder what could’ve been if what we had hadn’t escalated to palms on my face and bruises on my skin, kicks on my already fragile legs and bites on my arm. If I also hadn’t said the things I said, and he hadn’t said the things that he said.

Sometimes I dream of a world where I’m a little girl who had true friends beside her instead of ones that use her and make fun of her when she’s not around. Ones that just watch her as she drowns…

Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl, I wish for love.

A Few Times.
~Reauboka Rantšo

02/12/2021

SENATLA

Hoja ke ne ke le senatla...
Ke khantsha matla...
Ke roala moqhaka...
Ke roba toatla...!
Joale...ke semaka...
Ke khantsha litaba...
Ke leleme le sephara...
Nka ntsha mabaka...
Ka mantsoe kea khaba...
Ke meutloa kelellong, ka menahano kea hlaba...
Ke manganga, ke khang, mpitsetseng letlaka...
Eena ha ae khaola e tla ea...
Feela e tla khutla ke tla e fasa...
Ke moferefere/ ke butsuoe phere/
Se 'nonye leleme hoba le lona kea le tsoaka...
Kea ts'epa kea hlaka...
Hoba ka ana mabaka...
I'd tell you if I was a hunch, I'd be a bully...
I'd flex my dominance fully...
I'd be on knock out duty...
Be a jerk without a trade and care less how you view me...
But...I'm just a mental giant...
Just one of a mental kind...
A sharp tongue and a verbal mind...
Clear words cause I'm a verbal type...
I'm a miracle like I'm lyrical...
Unbelievable cause I'm mythical...
Ke pale ke pheteloa lichaba...
Ke Phoka ke sabata...
Ke 'Mutla kea hlaba...
Nkholoe, ke re ke senatla..

~Tebello Kheola
Tebello Lebohang Madhebo Kheola

24/11/2021

"I was never a stranger.
But rather a born of the strange land.
I had no choice but to survive.
I am a survivor!"

I Am My Own Survival Story
~ Mimzy Mach
Mimi Machakire

18/11/2021

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12/11/2021

Echoes of the Kingdom encompasses topics in love, death, spirituality and death. Its a collection from 10 poets. It was published in June 2021 by BeeSting Productions. Each copy sells for M100 and if one wants a copy, they can buy it from the poets themselves and/or from BeeSting Productions.

08/11/2021

You are beauty of eternal sunsets...
As bright as the sun gets...
You are moon and stars of the night skies.
A break of dawn and a paradise...
You, the bloom of flowers the mind never forgets...
Colours and light in my eyes...
A rose garden for my butterflies...
Beauty of infinite sunsets...

My heaven of love's silhouettes...
Make me angel that never dies...
That guides and your heart never regrets..
Be a soul that dances and always flies...
A soul that my heart begets...
A real and truth amidst the lies...

SONNET 008
~Tebello Lebohang Madhebo Kheola

06/11/2021

Imperfect

I would like to be the angel you preach about,
A being you'll always admire
One that brightens up your day
And cleanses all your thoughts.

I wouldn't mind being all dolled up in white
Singing your tedious hymns,
As long as it puts a smile on your face.
I want to be the cause of the butterflies you feel all day
The source of your blissful illness,
The rainbow smiling outside your window.

But I'm not.

I'm neither the sun nor a rainbow,
I am clothed in gloom
And every creature of heaven and earth
Dies at my emergence.
I'm the dark cloud they write about,
Evil in its purest form.

I don't like the world's depiction of me,
I wish I could change their minds
Tell them I'm still an angel they played with
One they read bedtime stories to.

I want to change,
I want to love and
Be loved

(Pause)
(With feeling)

"Why am I so different?"
Manti's Journal

29/10/2021

I’m Drowning

I was thinking
Was there anything
Was there anyone
Or was I alone.

I screamed
I called
But in silence
How could you have heard.

Mom,Dad
Please Someone
Make it stop
It’s taking over me.

I’m sorry
I couldn’t take it
It won
But it’s okay
I’m in a better place now 🕊🕊

~Thembi Senaba

19/10/2021

I'm scattering my darkness
In bits and pieces
Make it look artistic
Perhaps it won't be so scary

Maybe its not the fear that drives me
Maybe its the addiction that drives me
The guilty pleasure of assuming the darkest outcomes in but a situation
The twisted pleasure of going through sad phases
Wining and dining with demons
Playing dress up,
Making ceremonial poetry to embrace them
Tell them they are beautiful
Ask them to stay longer
Feel the empty void
Moan losing them
Loath being happy

An odd ball, I am
Expressing my guilt in metaphors
Hoping people will laugh and snap fingers at my confessions
Thinking of them as confessions and not truths
Excusing it as depression
While in truth
I'm in love with the monster under my bed.

~Unorthodox Pleasures
Sia Ramahlele

11/10/2021

Ghost still roam the streets on my mind
But for some reason there is calm in my heart
I still hear voices.
But they aren't as loud
Monsters' faces are changing
And I find myself too often with a brush and paint
It's suddenly easier to say "thank you", "you have hurt me" "I am not okay" "i love you" and "no"
No... The fear does not all together go away
It just has gotten easier in spite of it
Call me... braver?
It's unfamiliar
It's uncertain also
For all I had known
All I had allowed myself to get used to was maybe a little bit of pain... I had to be afraid... To be "strong"... Not be wrong... weak...?
I used to know home only outside of myself..
It was familiar... Easier... Safer
To play a bit of music to ease the pain
Down a few maybe
I knew the route
The ultimate formula
I was full to the brim with knowledge
I could Cordinate
I could perfectlu navigate
I knew my way back...
I could go back
To those lipstick stained glasses
Those melancholy infused words with the perfect rhythm to carry me back.... "home"
But maybe ghosts are companions misunderstood
Voices aren't loud.. It's quite subjective
Maybe in nothingness there is something
Maybe it's you? Home
In silence and in noise
In words uttered and withheld
Pain and joy
In being and just being...

~Qenehelo Mahamo

05/10/2021

Ntate Forere o otlantse thupa le lejoe makaoteng,
Hoa utloahala molumo Mats'ekheng,
that was the beggining of our sound.
Ke mohla Ntate Mants'a a tla nts'a lekunutu la morethetho botebong ba pelo,
Letsema Mats'ela a o ts'ilisa melatsoana ka leleme.
Famo ke lentsoe la Tau ea Mats'ekha.

Haeso Lesotho lithaba lia bina.
Mountains have voices,
they speak in shadows,
bushes parade around them to dance to their ancestral chants,
carried by the wind that squeezes it's way through the hills of Hamojela.
These landscapes echoe our praises to Nkhono Mantsopa
and introduce us to the world in our absence.

Echoes are voices.
They are what vibrates on your eardrums,
ha Morena Leraba a bapala morabaraba ka lithoko,
lacing his voice around guitar-strings,
Until it gets trapped in drum skins.
When Pitso Ramakhula speaks
the rhythm hits the ground,
dust rises into the air,
Unleashing it's silent voices to tell our stories to the art universe.

Lentsoe la rona ke mamokhorong.
These melodic harmonies infested in Thabo Marebole were awakened by the sound of the Stimela,
driven by Nana Coyote of Sankomota
And they are rooted in the era of gumboots dance,
by basotho mine-workers on their way home from Lejoe-leputsoa.

The roots of our sanity are deepened by ancestral rituals,
the oddesy of souls blown into the saxophones is told by clap songs that clear skies for Sankomota to call each one of us by our clan names.

Bonono ke lentsoe la rona,
ke ka bona ba tsebang h**e re Bashoeshoe.
Through it we narate fairytales of tlholo and 'mutlanyana,
we tell stories of Tselane and Limo.

In honour of Mabina,Mpharanyane and 'me' Puseletso Seema,
And all the rhythm slaves who were enslaved by these words to free those who listen,
We speak in rhythmic patterns,
We unleash our souls in voices
And voice our hopes in dances.

~Mountains with voices
Thabo Mora-Mobu Marebole

28/09/2021

It has been a long dry season ho shoa bahale,
Re roka lithaba.
Presenting our sad souls with happy faces,
But at night we cry,
Revealing our naked sadness to our pillows and blankets,
So as to wash away our griefs and sorrows
To overburden our hearts.
See, history evangelizes immoral techniques
That seldom remind us that these women paint virgin souls
And pollute innocent characters.
How often do you hear the sound of death when
The footsteps of anxiety and depression get closer to our miseries?
Still no one knows the danger of a bomb that that did not go off for explosion.
Waking up everyday feels like a death sentence
When the Monday-itis pills get swallowed to
A battlefield in our tummies
To remind our intestines bout how we are still enslaved.

That's the power of a passion impression that empowers my pen.
Those are the sounds of Mamokhorong and the tunes of
Mokorotlo, to what we owe in spirit we land visionary ear.
For sometimes what looks like anger is actually fear.

We are still looking for another to define a black-girl magic.
So silence us if you can.

Just Another Tale
~Raley Korhy

26/09/2021

Its in the rainbow splendor
All in sweetness and tender
That I find peace tranquil
Feeling that I can't quit

Love is a beautiful thing
All the voids filled to the brim
Irresistible luscious remedy
Like a heavenly glorious hymn

The sleepless nights every dusk
Mind wonders untamed like its a must
Feeling inexplicable
One exceptionally amicable

Love like its your last
Do away with the lust
Love is a beautiful thing
Rejoice and spread your wing

Sometimes its weird
Not easy to explain feeling so plain
Its in the way you smile
When you think about your lover

The sick feeling when you miss them
It cripples like a germ
Invades your room with gloom
Like a fire it burns deep within

Love is peace and harmony
Loving you is loving me

Love is a Beautiful Thing
~Thapelo TeeJay Monakalali

21/09/2021

Anxiety

If you'd ask me who I am
My anxiety would tell you
She is irrational
She is my gurdain angel
She'd tell you that I'm weak
But she'd never tell you that
Every time you ask me
"How are you doing"
That she knocks my breath
Down a notch
And thrusts deep into the shadows
Of my dark soul as she calls it
Where she buries my insecurities
For future use like a treasure chest
Expect it's beautiful and I'm not
So I take a second to rehearse the lie
She has taught me
More like a line
To regain my senses because
I almost let it out in the open
That I'm shattered
In the boxing ring
Where she kicks me in the gut
Until I spit the truth
I was about to tell you
So she reminds me of my line
"I'm fine" so I repeat it like a track
Of a broken record
You see that's how it starts
She pulls me by the hair
And throws me into the gutter
With the rest of my insecurities
My flaws
So I come into contact with who
I really am
She is that possessive
To remind me I'm hers
She'd never allow you
Passed her home
You can reach as far as a plain
In my heart since it's withered
It won't take you a minute
To have you flowing right out
To never setting foot again
That crack in it
It's a door for you to leave
My heart it's still hers
But it's up for grabs
Unlike my soul
She prefers it more
Yes we can be friends
But can you deal
With this venom I carry within
If I allow you in
I'm afraid it's contagious
She might man handle you too
Trust me
You don't wanna hate yourself this much
You don't wanna see the world full
Where you have no place
You don't wanna change
Into 3 more outfits
Because you don't feel like the art
They talk of
Like a pencil drawing traced perfectly
To display the beauty of the mind.
You can't stand being called heartless
Countless times
Because you keep your sweethearts
At an arm's length
But never a chest's
She makes me fall in love
With being vague and lifeless
But it's like acid
It kills every bit of me
Even my urge to scream

15/09/2021

Broken and damaged
She still loved anyway
With fading energy she managed
Hoping not to drown she'd pray
Every time on bed she lay

Don't break me like they did
She'd plead with teary eyes
I wouldn't take it anymore
Be my blessing in disguise
I'll love you forever more

I've been long so empty
Fill this void in me
With love so plenty I'll appreciate
If this is love let it be

I give you the last piece
Of my tormented tortured heart
Hoping this time I'll have peace
In every possible bliss

I'm already broken
Don't lead the way to my grave
I'll come haunt you
Till you lie by my side

Hearts Don't Lie
~Thapelo TeeJay Monakalali

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"I am food for thought Force feeding the Youth fruits of my labour I'll be back in a minute I promised I'd be greater I suffer from biophilia hypothesis I am addicted to nature I am the emaculate conception of the infiltrated generation Not the perpetrator" I Am ~Toka Warrick Hoala