Submissions by MphoLeteng (Mpho Leteng)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The lust to write always catch me in resonate moments when I’m having most of me to myself, then to bleed out the pain of thinking hard I will pen down all that comes to mind and somebody will look at that and say its poetry.
ANGER POEM
Published
28th Jul 2014 5:59pm
28th Jul 2014 5:59pm
I know not freedom
I know not freedom!
My songs die to the disorientation in man's fair wisdom,
My song die to the imbecilic burgeoning of fair minds!
In cloistered instants I nudged my dry lips
to call to scour the pain in my bones,
I prayed midnight naked and thought I could write back to cut the Gordian knot,
But still, freedom I know not!
With relic poems I purified my eyes to sight an ancient piece of me,
I stretched my soul for the hand of a little boy I once been, But there is none of me where I once left myself!
My word ousted by stilted and truth -tilted...
My songs die to the disorientation in man's fair wisdom,
My song die to the imbecilic burgeoning of fair minds!
In cloistered instants I nudged my dry lips
to call to scour the pain in my bones,
I prayed midnight naked and thought I could write back to cut the Gordian knot,
But still, freedom I know not!
With relic poems I purified my eyes to sight an ancient piece of me,
I stretched my soul for the hand of a little boy I once been, But there is none of me where I once left myself!
My word ousted by stilted and truth -tilted...
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DARK POEM
Published
26th May 2014 11:05am
26th May 2014 11:05am
In death reborn
I shall not look up to heaven anymore!
Or cry for the convivial light it creates to heal my words again
Or the wonders of its resilient rain to burry away all my pain
I through myself put up thorny inquisitions;
But my voice softly burn out within me and the words recede into the passive close
And I remain still without a say!
I pace on with sapped steps and a thinned image;
I stop; I look about, I cannot disremember my way!
But the crevices within me bleeds out a reason to untie my thoughts
They exude a roar that case all of me with a new light!...
Or cry for the convivial light it creates to heal my words again
Or the wonders of its resilient rain to burry away all my pain
I through myself put up thorny inquisitions;
But my voice softly burn out within me and the words recede into the passive close
And I remain still without a say!
I pace on with sapped steps and a thinned image;
I stop; I look about, I cannot disremember my way!
But the crevices within me bleeds out a reason to untie my thoughts
They exude a roar that case all of me with a new light!...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Apr 2014 11:30am
27th Apr 2014 11:30am
We will stand
The tyrant shadowed us with its ghastly sway and seized us for prey;
And in muddled sight we saw heaven fading in impulsive speed!
And hell swiftly flaring to chomp our conked-out entreats and pray,
but we still have hope that beyond today we will stand!
We will stand gleefully counting the silver lining of every cloud,
We will stand with right-hand rapiers and a shielding shroud,
We will stand as an HIV/AIDS free generation!
Like a taxidermist stuffing the skins of dead animals
We will peice together our hopes and lead the fight against HIV/AIDS...
And in muddled sight we saw heaven fading in impulsive speed!
And hell swiftly flaring to chomp our conked-out entreats and pray,
but we still have hope that beyond today we will stand!
We will stand gleefully counting the silver lining of every cloud,
We will stand with right-hand rapiers and a shielding shroud,
We will stand as an HIV/AIDS free generation!
Like a taxidermist stuffing the skins of dead animals
We will peice together our hopes and lead the fight against HIV/AIDS...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 1:23pm
9th Apr 2014 1:23pm
We murder ourselves
Our walk is a walk of fatuous minds to their massacring field;
Our walk is a visionless walk through the foot-path of obliteration,
Yet we still walk down that same road!
We still walk down that same road eyes reeled in strife;
We tread familiar conduits and hope for change to verge upon us!
Our sweat is nothing but another bloody drink to please hell
For we murder ourselves unaware
We pray midnight naked to white gods for black justice!
In return this gods gave us poverty, unemployment and mostly stupidity,
Yet we still walk down that same road...
Our walk is a visionless walk through the foot-path of obliteration,
Yet we still walk down that same road!
We still walk down that same road eyes reeled in strife;
We tread familiar conduits and hope for change to verge upon us!
Our sweat is nothing but another bloody drink to please hell
For we murder ourselves unaware
We pray midnight naked to white gods for black justice!
In return this gods gave us poverty, unemployment and mostly stupidity,
Yet we still walk down that same road...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 12:16pm
28th Mar 2014 12:16pm
How much more must these words mean
Gritting his teeth against distasteful pain,
Imbibing objectionable spirits of his faded familiar bonds!
Breaths strenuous to swallow up like a lump of gristle.
Like an ageless san hunting down tracks of Leteng's remnants,
Hope becomes all he can hope for!
He forgets that he was born to instruct his seeds in a fall complete,
Wounded freedom stays wide-awake in his blunted mind.
Then unhurried heart beats; silent death sleuthing his wits,
But there is not much of a choice but life or death to vote,
With a steady glance, eyes clattering...
Imbibing objectionable spirits of his faded familiar bonds!
Breaths strenuous to swallow up like a lump of gristle.
Like an ageless san hunting down tracks of Leteng's remnants,
Hope becomes all he can hope for!
He forgets that he was born to instruct his seeds in a fall complete,
Wounded freedom stays wide-awake in his blunted mind.
Then unhurried heart beats; silent death sleuthing his wits,
But there is not much of a choice but life or death to vote,
With a steady glance, eyes clattering...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Mar 2014 12:13pm
28th Mar 2014 12:13pm
On my first call to ingratiate myself with the poets
On my first call to ingratiate myself with the poets;
I fathered that night to dawn and hit the roadway early,
If i remember well Kachikau was waving hazily and giving a wry grin!
I paused for a moment twiddling thumbs of my chaffed hands,
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine eyes bursting with pathos.
In some odd sense that distorted moment was emmiting light enough to fool a mind;
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light like selenium,
I looked again at this parched home village of mine...
Even raddled grass blades...
I fathered that night to dawn and hit the roadway early,
If i remember well Kachikau was waving hazily and giving a wry grin!
I paused for a moment twiddling thumbs of my chaffed hands,
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine eyes bursting with pathos.
In some odd sense that distorted moment was emmiting light enough to fool a mind;
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light like selenium,
I looked again at this parched home village of mine...
Even raddled grass blades...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2014 11:35am
24th Mar 2014 11:35am
I choose to Die
Now that i shall sink and die in the nadirs of my own house;
And my tears shall trickle down and fall on the distrait soils of my land,
Now that i shall fall and wither
If at all I have to free myself from the need to be free
Now that I shall not live to see the tomorrow of tomorrow;
Where putrid hope is the best foundation for all choice,
The old remain in power and the youth can't raise a voice!
decreipt political shafts burn their dreams in to a desultory patch!
Now that i shall not live to see the breech birth of a born again religion;
that...
And my tears shall trickle down and fall on the distrait soils of my land,
Now that i shall fall and wither
If at all I have to free myself from the need to be free
Now that I shall not live to see the tomorrow of tomorrow;
Where putrid hope is the best foundation for all choice,
The old remain in power and the youth can't raise a voice!
decreipt political shafts burn their dreams in to a desultory patch!
Now that i shall not live to see the breech birth of a born again religion;
that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2013 8:27am
4th Oct 2013 8:27am
Love me one last time for the last time
Forgive me for forgiving myself on your behalf;
Forgive yourselves too for looking at life in a different direction,
For it is only a matter of time,
A matter of time before that intermittent lassitude descend on me...
And i shall hold the hand of the little boy i used to be and walk away.
I lost all i had to give and this is all i leave you with;
A simple yet grueling try of loving me one last time,
I want you to love me one last time for the last time,
One last time for who i will foever be;
"A Kachikau born and raised poet!"
This...
Forgive yourselves too for looking at life in a different direction,
For it is only a matter of time,
A matter of time before that intermittent lassitude descend on me...
And i shall hold the hand of the little boy i used to be and walk away.
I lost all i had to give and this is all i leave you with;
A simple yet grueling try of loving me one last time,
I want you to love me one last time for the last time,
One last time for who i will foever be;
"A Kachikau born and raised poet!"
This...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Oct 2013 8:14am
4th Oct 2013 8:14am
We are here
We know you long for that "just" comforting embrace;
The redundant echoes of your silent pleas beat us where it hurts,
But we have berthed your wailing hearts into our innefable cores,
We are here because you are there,
We are hurt when you are
We cry when you cry
Our ears are alerted to the sound of your clanging bells;
We are here to embrace you and confer love,
To save you and give you hope,
Because we are hurt when you are...
We cry when you cry
We are here to sing lullabies to your lilting brains;
We are here to be with...
The redundant echoes of your silent pleas beat us where it hurts,
But we have berthed your wailing hearts into our innefable cores,
We are here because you are there,
We are hurt when you are
We cry when you cry
Our ears are alerted to the sound of your clanging bells;
We are here to embrace you and confer love,
To save you and give you hope,
Because we are hurt when you are...
We cry when you cry
We are here to sing lullabies to your lilting brains;
We are here to be with...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 10:48am
9th Aug 2013 10:48am
The Wail
If it's not all that the wind has wheft;
Heal your wailing hearts with what is left,
Find peace within you to forgive my bald soul.
Maybe the time I spent with you was too little,
Maybe you never understood me or I was much kittle,
But it was more than poetry we battered...
Surely a little bit of me you should have known.
Your funeral songs were too soon!
The wain of light has departed but I'm not lost,
I'm with God reciting poems over his croon,
Poems about the land that time forgot.
I will come for the sediments of my last poem;...
Heal your wailing hearts with what is left,
Find peace within you to forgive my bald soul.
Maybe the time I spent with you was too little,
Maybe you never understood me or I was much kittle,
But it was more than poetry we battered...
Surely a little bit of me you should have known.
Your funeral songs were too soon!
The wain of light has departed but I'm not lost,
I'm with God reciting poems over his croon,
Poems about the land that time forgot.
I will come for the sediments of my last poem;...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2013 8:42am
6th May 2013 8:42am
Don't stand before my grave and weep
Don't stand before my grave and weep;
For like poetry I only die in theories of my sleep,
'Rather merry with aromatic culinary mead,
Until myriad tear-tribes flow from your eyes and bleed.
Don't stand before my grave and weep;
'Rather play for me an exotic night-peice,
I want to hear the symphathetic strings of that viol,
I want to feel the redundant harrows of that harp.
Like a Kachikau cactus blooming from peerage so be I,
Evergreen like myrtle so be me,
And that seed of overripeness shall burn at my sight...
As I...
For like poetry I only die in theories of my sleep,
'Rather merry with aromatic culinary mead,
Until myriad tear-tribes flow from your eyes and bleed.
Don't stand before my grave and weep;
'Rather play for me an exotic night-peice,
I want to hear the symphathetic strings of that viol,
I want to feel the redundant harrows of that harp.
Like a Kachikau cactus blooming from peerage so be I,
Evergreen like myrtle so be me,
And that seed of overripeness shall burn at my sight...
As I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd May 2013 8:40am
3rd May 2013 8:40am
When my worlds find me
If you found me harrowing my wakes,
busy lifing myself to age;
Acknowledge that i have finally reached my stage
If you found me thirsty and raddled;
soulless dark mind gleaming over life's broken lines
Don't pester me!
I'm learning how to read my mind for to read i know not
Before life consigned me to break-point inhumanness,
I habitated the Basekgoma terrain for impossible decades
Now not only am I raking over the old coals,
I'm having most of me to myself
If you me somewhere
In a place somewhat heavenly and somehow...
busy lifing myself to age;
Acknowledge that i have finally reached my stage
If you found me thirsty and raddled;
soulless dark mind gleaming over life's broken lines
Don't pester me!
I'm learning how to read my mind for to read i know not
Before life consigned me to break-point inhumanness,
I habitated the Basekgoma terrain for impossible decades
Now not only am I raking over the old coals,
I'm having most of me to myself
If you me somewhere
In a place somewhat heavenly and somehow...
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