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I Am (ed.2)

only when
need
arise
life
empties
to
have a
unique
sense and
occurence

pain has no
end
to
rock
us all
same way but
sensibly serious

been there
under each shade
yawned and done all
inclined and determined
longer than before it
ends: i need them saints

not only does
time critical but
essential in
many walks
afterall, its time.

i am...onalethuso petruss buyile ntema

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'i am...'(ed.2)
• beyond today • book no.8 of 2012
• (c) july 2012

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I Miss You

i walk into your heart without fear
i talk within your heart without tear
i hold unto your love; it say
told unto your arms, stay
come towards your eyes not in tear
i said as i whisper unto her ear
your heart beat i feel o' my dear
and the memory it brings so soothing my dear
but..
as i looked a little closer to you
to bring your touch closer to mine
and drift my thoughts in yours same time
i realised 'am so far from you
and all alone; i miss you

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'i miss you'

from 'fallen leaves', book no.11 of 2012 (oct.2012)
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I Miss(ed) You

o' long lonely days
of miles away
my forehead bathes in sweat
in the bare gardens of loneliness
forgotten in boredom or happiness?
as my unusual face
looks at a distant place
so far in distance
to see (un) clearly who is coming
to my scene
with an unusual laughter
to be a happy man again
for i miss(ed) you so much
my dear love....

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'i miss(ed) you'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012

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O' Dear Pebble

the elephants cannot walk over you
the birds and the worth of words over you
but in case they do, careful they ought to be
for yours is the flower that blossom
that which no man can see that either
can them that otherwise not known to you
for you is the strength of mine hands

and so it goes the pebble on my palm
that my eyes caught by the pebbles
and caught by the words
you uttered o' dear pebble
the words you made me walk in thought
the answers some i did not
have until on my hand i picked you

the dances on my palm caught me
dancing to the music
i barely could hear
not that i could not
but the rhythm i tell you
was the soul to my heart in talk
and so were that man that walked their path

that man that looks their path
to see where next to foot step
and endorse my foot print
on the yards of the pebbles
as i lifted my head too
in talk to mine with you
but was in thought of memory

since i had long taken you back home
to see you next in the next day
of existence
as i hope to not to die tonight
rather see you before if i do
for i so in dire need to see you
o' dear pebble of my hand

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book title: the pebbles

© september 2012
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Path Of Roses

path of roses

i took the path full of roses
endured the love of roses
to strain my emotion
and torture my innocence
smiled with me in roses
yet to pain me with roses

left alone by the roses
discovered on the roses
climb me an emotion of roses
and lend me a rose of roses
to torture my innocence
and surely strain my emotion
to endure the love of roses
in this path full of roses

i hope we can cross this
out and cut the roses
and trade to the far east
if you want it…
it is a path of so many roses
in variety and kind, of roses
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contributory poem by: onalethuso petruss ntema
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inspired by: gomotsegang sebadieta's life is a rose and ode to my mother mrs. sebadieta (2012)
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Living Without Fade

bare
without care
as i run to my share

wings
without rings
as i fly over without means

i live without fade
for great is my faith
in me, unto him i await

her heart so divine
mine heart no design
mine works so precise

some saith, funny
to be dummy
but sweet to be honey

to a friend
mine without end
i trend
the life i spend

speak
without speech
is my wish
without bleach

lie
i tell not, why?
i see not so high
than the sky

leaves
fall and green the seeds
for us to meet the needs
and palm mine leaves

name i have
each thing a name
to identify that web
... catch and aim

nothing identifies
me than the identity
of life
...the love
and keen for life

i live without fade
if i do fade
i had long said
mine body shall fade
and shade
to rest but paid

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'fallen leaves' book no.11 of 2012
october 2012

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One Big Smile In Silence

the silence on my shoulder
fell off as i got closer
and colder
and could not darken my eyes
as my hands told me to rise
from the morning of the night
like an army
to an enemy
by the night
without a might
as my say were so wide
and not in comprehension
but my ears run abroad without tension
to hear my heart beat
to the drum beat
so long i lived without
none to cheat
apart from seeing mine
and wondered so fine
as my shoulder
fell from silence
with one big smile
across my silence
though it were
not my intention to smile
i had no other but to smile
awhile...

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'one big smile in silence'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012

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Shoulder To Lean On

since we all need a shoulder to lean on
i lean on any shoulder on me
i kneel on many like me
but i see a storm over me
i feel the waves over me
the great polar winds over me
might have mistaken-ed over me
but a mystery of unbeknownst
and fantasy have purported my brains
the pain so nice to purpose my veins
to run through a blood of taste
when life odds itself from waste
the exit is to die
that is how i never ask why
because i am ready to die
when no shoulder on me
can not carry me (any further)

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Winds Of Seasons With Hands Of Hope

i hear the wind
by the wind sound
talking to the waves
with a wind sound
mounted upon the leaves
on the ground
to wind through
and around the leaves proudly
as it runs through me so loudly
and mannered towards me so gladly
to sing a song
by the winds of seasons
as they change in seasons
and cheer in different joy

i feel the wind under me
i can see the sun shine over me
i can walk along the path to sober me
and sleep around the hands on me
to hold me with hands of hope
as all hands do matter
to hold each soul
with hope
today and the days ever
to let the hands of hope
touch my heart
and cleanse me for yet a season
in winds of seasons

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'winds of seasons with hands of hope'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012

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Lost To Discover

lost to discover

i silently stayed silent without talk
snaking through the silence of thought
as i stayed silent without walk
as i stood amid the roar that caught
me for a moment in matter than lot
in my hand the grains of sand i got
through my fingers and hand
as i thought,

how shall the solemn song be sung?
how shall my burial rite be done?
who shall cry for me when i last gone?
whose life were then than now?
what really matters to man than now?
why fear death upon our eyes,
but love to shine upon our eyes?
.. i thought
without talk,

the memory of then emerged
from the night around me
and searched
each corner of life around me
but found me drenched
in many than known about me
like the flowers that matched
the one in my heart to surround me
.. as i thought
silently without talk

i lost to discover beyond desire
i searched narrowly the lines in dire
they hold a treasure, thirst and hunger
scarcely begun to word my lips without anger
and still silent, i thought for a longer
more time than mine with urge,
what did i not express?
how am i not drowned?
i still frowned
to think as i stood to a ground
of thoughts and proud
to do more than then on my ground

i silently stayed silent without talk
snaking my mind,
through the silence of thought
a thought i lost but last to find
and picked myself up to walk
shaking my time
to walk on the next thought
and said to mine,
do more now than then
o' dear abandoned one in thought

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book: 'the mind and the science of life'
book no.13 of 2012
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(Better) Done Than Said

(better) done than said

the sounds between the lines
of the words i speak
reminds me of the lines
i spoke in thought and trials
and the lines
within the sounds of spoken word
touched mine heart
mine dreadlocks started skanking in joy
of the music in mine thought
but til done, i thought

next to mine were time and rhythm
for less than never it were missing
the sense to do than say
and mine legs kept me in transit
mine hands touched to pick a way
whence my eyes long seen
besides, talk were amass
done; far less
than which that caught mine
til done, i do and did
done than said

the inner mine person done me
a thought to catch mine power
and grab to proceed a synergy of our
own belief to mine self and stronger
than the sounds behind the lines
of the words i speak
but from the deep lines
of the metaphor, line by talk
with mine hands holding that thought
to keep it moving and done
long before said, as done

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poem: (better) done than said

'roots of mine tree' book no.12 of 2012
november 2012

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Patterns Of Time

carefully looking at this time
and that other time
how they correlate to connect each time
of the next time
to follow the same pattern of time
with no dime
but a crime
if a time
is wasted on no time
for you will never find a time
on the same time
that was underutilized by the time
you realize it were time
it will never be the same time
but a different time
at that point in time
on each pattern of time
from am to pm it is time
still morning to midnight is time
and any time
of the day is time
as from monday to sunday time
year start to midyear and year end is time

so, time
ticking as you may be aware of time
that everything is well connected to time
and must be done on time
for you will never find the same time
of that very point in time
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do what you can, on time. for time is never a fact but a situation of the same condition on a different setting, but still its time. therefore, time is longer than rope and shorter than your scope though at times time is beyond our scope of reach and intelligence of the mind on time.
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**extracted from 'patterns of time'**
from **patterns of life** november 2011 ebook
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Her Name Is Love

i am so pregnant with love
when she's born, call her love
by the winds and treasures of love
i (will) wrap her in comfort of love
and grow her a culture of love
in tears and joy for love
to love and share love
cuddle with her in love
seduce to stand by her with love
stick besides her like love
with pure love
without denial by love
carry me as you dry me,
a tear of love
as i am caught between love
to tease me for love
and brand me a love
to call her love
....let me call her love

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extracted from 'her name is love' an except from 'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012 (august) .
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Render Me A Journey Of Blessings

render me a journey of blessings
for survival and existence
as the flowers grow and blossom
and pollinate their seeds
during and in their seasons
of pollination
to guide me to another season of life
with a blessing of personality and growth
as you grow me a strength of green from birth
and strengthen my being on earth
and water me a rain of thought
as you render me a blessed journey,
this day and yesterday,
probably the next.

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Have You Ever?

have you ever
felt an emotion
of struggle¿
a feeling of nowhere
to run for cover
nothing that no merry

have you ever
felt an emotion
of pain and joy¿

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Stay With Me (o' Dear Heart Of Mine)

stay with me
o' dear heart
live with me
my soulheart
come with me
sit with me
talk with me
sing with me
dream with me
o' dear heart of mine

kneel with me
feel with me
smile a joy with me
pain a tear with me
frown with me
but come with me
and stay with thee
dance with me
chance with me
cleanse my heart
and stay with me
o' dear heart of mine

plan with me
journey with me
run with me
walk with me
o' dear heart of mine
brand with me
trend with me
trek with me
pray with me
thirst with me
quench with me
o' dear heart of mine
deal with me
seal with me
not steal with me
but steel with me
care with me
tenderly, humbly
o' dear heart of mine

friend with me
blend with me
mend with me
bend with me
nod with me
unto lord with me
come on board with me
o' dear heart of mine

fear not with me
as far as i see
a life to be
with you and me
o' dear heart of mine
corn with me
form with me
shape with me
tape with me
face with me
race with me
sense with me
nurse with me
o' dear heart of mine

nap with me
not a trap with me
this time
o' dear soul of mine
proud is me
rock with me
my heart
o' dear heart
of mine

map with me
wap with me
come with me
alone with me
stare with me
not to sick me
nor seek me
but stay with me
o' dear heart of mine
cross with me
boss with me
sail with me
rail with me
if i cry
cry with me
when i die
die with me
o' dear heart of mine

cold with me
fold with thee
rainbow with me
shine with me
rise with me
fall with me
stay with me
o' dear heart of mine

share
and care
with thee
o' dear heart of thine

**stay with me o' dear heart of mine** january 2012 ebook
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Lead My Hand O' Dear Life

lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life,
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear dropp of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

**extract from 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', a february 2012 ebook**

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It Shall...

do you realize how it all began
and so did it end?
for all when it starts,
so shall it end
my friend.

the book cover read in part...
'how you made it not'
and i thought for a sec it were...
'how you made it hot'

the inclination were on
the interpretation of the two,
but to carry on
with life; not doubting you.

do you realize how it all will end
and so did a money you spend?
so shall it end
my friend.

be howsoever you want to
but a corn you need to
plant to
feed your hungry belly as you want to.

a life with no meaning
is a lifeless life,
so live a life
with a meaning.
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Of Your Own

...personal compass of your own

you are a divine
point of creative thought
which expresses through your thinking
as you create your life experience
(and personal reality)
you are the yard stick
of your own compass
to guide you

so move on as directed
(wheresoever) by you
for you

***extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook
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No Joy In Doing Wrong

there is no joy
in doing wrong
as broken is a toy
would be never strong
in seasons of strength
seasons to strengthen
your days
seasons lengthen
your ways
though you threaten
to ignore
and let go
the same season
with no reason
but joy
in (doing) wrong.

-

no matter how hidden it might be, if it is wrong it will always be and one day it shall reveal its true colors. make sure you play your tricks safe or you remain a conformist that embraces their true sense of existence. lest you regret tomorrow.
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***extract from 'seasons of life' december 2011 ebook
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Whence You Left (ed.2)

as the sun shine
to shine
on me by day
and set
by the sunset
to set
my foot, get set
to accept whence you left
the pain in my heart
and the thought
on my mind
the joy in my strength
but the weak in my knees
as moon light stole my innocence
to get
a clear thought
of mine
as the winds blow through my mind
taking away
all the memories on my mind
from my heart,
the energy of emotions to find
a way to my own
and live a life alone
as you never did come back home
whence you left...

a marriage of emotions stubbornly
molested and seduced me
threw me in agony
of thought but a stalemate
as now, whence you left
you never did come back
since you gone
i am all alone
not lonely, but alone
and just alone
with myself

***extract from 'whence you left' - march 2012 ebook***

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