HANGING HEART

Hanging heart in a botanical garden

Hoping

Gazing

Heartbeat racing

Plans traumatized by the slimness of positive possibilities

Pictures from the past calmly haunting

Wishing

Doubting

Aiming

Regretting

Expecting to be rescued by the mere chance

Praying

Chanting

Chasing pavement

Dodging payment

Endless praises fading

Burying tributes

Sadly trialing

Degrading

Rumbling

Crumbling

Daily stumbling

Lively humbled

Nearly deadly

Bravery

Rising

Blindly teary

Facing sadness

Ceaseless prayers

Praying badly daily lately

Lately prayers haunt him daily

Daily bitter

Better maybe

Maybe prices chose him lately

Lately graving hopes and wishes

Wishing hopeless yester maybe

Yester really haunt him lately

Blindly loving strongly lately

Lonely maybe

Feeling strongly

Picture painting

Wordy daily

Exchanging phrases

Burying praises

Exposing feelings

Feeling better

Better days are coming maybe

Siyabonga Sokhela

Mon 30^th May 2016 18h07

Kit Kat Poetry

TURNS OUT

Turns out there is more than just eye

that wishes to meets the beauty

No call dear booty

I’ve seen beyond the meat that invite me into misbehavior

I’ll keep my acts intact

just as your backside

I’m crossing fingers not to backslide

Yeah… I’ve been down those shores

They are more than just rocky

They splendor with regret

Memories of reject

In fact

I aim more than just to impress

Turns out

I’ve been producing thoughts flavored with your lipsticks

I have had some kissful thinking

It’s all bliss

Not to say it’s all right

But it tends to bother me less

The more I ponder on it

It’s just kisses after all

No strings tightly attacked

Though there is still some

But it’s nothing no one cannot live with

If I’m making sense

Turns out

I am ready to fail again

Or face the torture of failing some else

It’s a game of feelings

Played on the trail of trial and error

The failed often label the failures as traitors

The victims turns to perpetrators

When love wears out

Turns out

I’m ready to navigate this ship into forging new relations

Turns out

I’m Chevrolet-ready to finding new roads

To conspire on a mission to discover new heights

Newly beloved

Siyabonga Sokhela

Wed 04^th May 2016 19h20

Kit Kat Poetry

FANATICS

If I see something worthy of having I want it

I find my strength in fighting losing battles

But how do I tell cynics

Love is actually good for my health

I am ever honest with what I want

I fail for the betterment of my sight

I have an eye for women worth loving

I don’t mind having my hopes high

And at times I settle for appreciation without approach

Sometimes I save the best for tomorrow

And yes there is bridges worthy of burning

Yet no all

Sometimes the loss of yesterday could turn into victory tomorrow

The favorites of my strengths is fixing

For love I am quick to swallow my ego

Often I meet my end goals

And it keeps my choices wide open

Sometimes love appeal as a game

Even so

It’s worth playing

At times credibility is at expense

And maths come to my rescue

I tend to calculates my risk

Some are not worth taking

Others call for diving in

The game of love is breathtaking

It’s shaky

If I settle today

How do I tell who will I meet tomorrow

Often I do not cry over spilt milk

I close my eyes and hope I bump into something worthy of having

It a vicious cycle

It calls for optimism and full-sightedness

If they want out

Let them go

And keep you head above the waters

Until a rollercoaster worthy of riding is at your disposal

Siyabonga Sokhela

Sat 19^th March 2016 10h53

Kit Kat Poetry

We Were Once Close

We were once close

We almost kissed

Sometimes I think we did

But I know I would have known for sure

We walked around holding hands

We felt natural and at ease

We shared and cared

 And I am pleased we did

We were once close

We almost kissed

We locked the eyes

We shared some smiles

We spent some time

Sometimes for days

Those days were great

Sometimes I miss

We were once close

We almost kissed

I miss the sight of you by me

By self I seat and think of us

Your hairy face and smoother skin

Your voice I hear deep in my sleep

As bold as gold

How I recall

The jokes you shared still make me laugh

I laugh and cry when nostalgia attacks

My friend indeed

My friend in need

We were once close

We almost kissed

We almost did what lovers do

Love was ablaze

I’m still amazed

I’m still in shock

In you I found what lovers miss

I miss the tales you use to tell

I miss the sight of us my friend

I hope we meet and start afresh

I’ll make the time to meet, my friend

Siyabonga Sokhela

Sun 20^th March 2016 15h51

Kit Kat Poetry

LET'S WRITE A NEW POEM

Let’s write a new poem

A new dawn

Let’s get down to business and talk feelings

Let’s be expressive

Let’s build a room on a piece of paper for a piece of mind

Let’s take it out and make it known

We met a figure of interest

A fully figured figure

A public figure we would want for a private session

Let’s write a new poem

Let’s be honest

Let’s tell the world how we were honored

Let’s be bold as gold

Let’s tell a story untold

Let’s be sell out

Let’s not be over protective of our reputation

Be a soldier on a mission

You only live one

True, we can maybe love twice

But let’s not allow love to pass us by

Let’s tell the world how we fell

Let’s write a new poem

Let’s it be our third voice

Let’s put it out and make it know

Let it shame us for who we are

Give it life and let it live

Let it breath

Let it love as let it be

Let’s write a new poem

Let’s be brave and let it go

Give it a story that we can’t tell

I can tell you want to tell

But you can’t

Since you can tell

You won’t be heard

And if you do

You won’t win

But if you do

There is life ahead you would want to share

You would want to spend your life with her

So let her know

She deserves

And we both know

So let’s write a new poem

Siyabonga Sokhela

Thu 17^th March 2016 08h13

Kit Kat Poetry

EMARENKENI

Alone emarenkeni I stood

Waiting for a taxi to town

Trying to escape boredom through the window of a Wednesday midday

With the idea of paying a visit

To a friend of mine at the burbs

My eyes landed on a presentable lady across the street

So I crossed the street

Making my way gangsterly towards her

‘Oh ma word’ were my words

As I fail to take my eyes off her

In my culture it’s immoral to look at a woman that way

The thought stroke as my eyes scanned through her physique

She was to gorgeous

In the midst of my thoughts next to her I paused

Couldn’t hide it I was taken by this maiden

He attire couldn’t hide much

With my unaided eyes I saw so much

From fresh legs to flashy thighs

Smooth skin to juicy lips

Curves in all the right places

Couldn’t anticipate a lie from those angelic eyes

Before I heard a word she had defined the word beauty

My troubled thoughts had seen through her mini

She was to gorgeous

I rushed through the greetings

Clumsily moving to the intro

Before I asked if she’s from my neighborhood

She calmly she said yes

And I thought she was bluffing

Until she was greeted by this old lady

from this crooked neighborhood across this dusty street

Though hard to believe

But my mind went with flow like a dead fish

Feeling like a lost case

Caged in thrill of the chase

I was quite sure it wasn’t love I was falling in

Knowing I was in it to win it

I slowly resorted to corner of lust

She was to gorgeous

And she sounded like a girl I’ve met

Though not sure how

My eyes couldn’t dodge her

Now that’s a girl I met at a taxi rank

It took us minutes to find ourselves in a taxi

We’ve found common ground at the backseat we chatting

Already I know it is to town she is heading

I guess lust is a drug ‘coz now I’m faded

The thought of the burbs is gradually dwindling

There was something more than just chains that pulled us together

Emotionally I felt tied to her

Suddenly she leaned on my chest and whispered on my ear

“So Siya… Where are you heading”

I nearly said ‘the bedroom’

But I held my horses and stick to my guns

She was to gorgeous

Sounded like a girl I’ve met

Though not sure how

My eyes couldn’t dodge her

Now that’s a girl I met at a taxi rank

I was over-casted by the cloud of confusion

And she could tell

She had plans and I could tell

She didn’t have to yell and she was winning

I was the victim of her wishes and I was willing

She laid a date on my laps and I accepted

My trip to the burbs was cut short

The first had become the last

And the last the first

She was to gorgeous

Sounded like a girl I’ve met

Though not sure how

My eyes couldn’t dodge her

Now that’s a girl I met at a taxi rank

She was ready to offer as much as I could handle

As cozy as a couple we kept it

Imprisoned by romance we captives

Her arms on my shoulders

My hands on her hips

My muddy lips talked dirty to her ears

Her ever smiling eyes

Could never tell a lie

So I realized she was falling out of lust into love

She was to gorgeous

Sounded like a girl I’ve met

Though not sure how

My eyes couldn’t dodge her

Now that’s a girl I met at a taxi rank

The day is no young

We still wondering in town

Seems these skies has been hiding love in disguise

It’s one and another all over the other

Walking hand in hand

The world under our feet

We high on love

We love birds we own these skies

Dating is beyond consideration

Under the influence of fun time flies

We in a taxi heading back to the ghetto

Touch tells no lies

Eyes tell more love

Speech reflects on what the past could hours could mean for tomorrow

She was to gorgeous

Sounded like a girl I’ve met

Though not sure how

My eyes couldn’t dodge her

Now that’s a girl I met at a taxi rank

It’s the twilight

We back reflecting on today’s highlights

The Lord is our stalker

This day was heaven-sent

Love is ecstatic we high on nothing

Back in the ghetto we behaving

Avoiding sleazy tendencies

Simply keeping it simple

Like a ritual we part

We exchanging contact details

Oh how do I tell her

That I already have her number

And we’ve been talking on the phone

She is the mysterious blogger who always has an advice at hand

Generous enough to accept my private calls

Listen to shitty stuff about my sinking relationship

She is my distant mentor

Who has been meaning to

Guide me through finding new love in rare places

She’s the bookworm

Who has guided me through book reading session

Because of her genuine interest

in mending broken hearts

How do I tell her

That I found my way to the bottom of her heart

through the lessons on her blog

How do I tell her

That she is the almighty creator of her own newly found love

She was so gorgeous

Siyabonga Sokhela

Early Days Poetry

Wed 21^st July 2010 – Wed 02^nd March 2016

DEFINITION!

I am the now

I am the prize

A line that separates the two from the crowd

I am the time, the test and the crown

I am the crime, the conviction and the sentence

I am the past that passed so fast

I am the feast of the heart

The pill of the hurt

I am a question

Submission is the answer

A mission of a couple to conquer the future

I am the eye in the heart of the blind

I am the blast in the sky

The flight of a kite

I am the glass at the edge of the table

I am the current in the cable

That flows quite stable

I am a risk

A trick of a tick

A tip for success

A sip from success

I am the isolation of the two from a nation

A passport to domination

A door from examination

I am a feeling

A trick of emotions

A sweet in motion

A shark in the ocean

I am the start 

At the edge of the end

I am the end of the dark

The start of the light

I am who God says I am

Because if I was not

Why would he say that I am!

Siyabonga Sokhela

Thu 01^st September 2011

Early Days Poetry