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

MAYBE

MAYBE

Maybe I’m too serious about this friendship

Maybe I’m too serious about you, us

Maybe I’m too concerned

Maybe this isn’t just friendship

Maybe I care too much

Maybe there are feelings involved

Maybe my heart is so much into you

Maybe the way I look, touch and smile at you isn’t normal

Maybe I… Maybe We… Maybe

But overall… We just friends

The progress in our friendship is amazing

The direction is a bit confusing

The inexistence of boundaries keeps me wondering

How do we tell between… between…

Or maybe it’s better this way

We aren’t supposed to limit the chemistry

Listening to our inner voices might be the reason

Behind this juicy friendship

Or maybe I… Maybe we… Maybe…

But overall… We just friends

Maybe friendships were meant to be like ours

Simplicity was meant to be the way

Maybe the way we hold hands when walking these streets

Is just another element of friendship

Maybe we shouldn’t eliminate the single spark in this fire

Maybe we shouldn’t be bothered by the flames of love

Burning in our hearts

You see maybe I… Maybe we… Maybe…

But overall… We just friends

In addition to growing up together

We share the same vision

The progresses in our lives are heading into a common goal

You the one who understands me better

So maybe it’s better

If I stick with you

Maybe this foundation of friendship is what we will need in our

I mean, let us not let these people come between us

For what God has put together

Let no man take apart

Surely everything happens for a reason

So there should be a good

and probably a godly reason behind this friendship

So let’s fall in…

I mean let us not fall in-to this trap they have put before us

For we know we are just friends

But maybe I… Maybe we… Maybe…

But overall… We just friends

Maybe we need to redefine the word friendship

For they think we more than just friends

They think we are lovers

But I think friends were supposed to love one another

I am surprised by the element of surprise

In all these eyes looking at us

Maybe one day they will understand we have come too far as friends

So they will never stand between us

Let them suspect, point fingers, judge and call us names

For we are not going to be shaken by what they think of us

Their thoughts will not determine who we are

But maybe I… Maybe we… Maybe…

But overall… We just friends

Siyabonga Sokhela

Early Days Poetry

Wed 15^th December 2010

STOLEN LOVE

Her presence threatens my life

Her smile threatens my blood pressure

It’s voice that calms my depression

Her first impression was indeed impressive

When her eyes look to my side

I’m inspired to redefine the word love

But there is one thing I hate about her

She steals

She stole my time

My attention

My… everything

But above all… she stole my love

She stole my words and left me speechless

Now I can’t speak my heart to her

My attempt to make it happen faded

The more I try the more I realize I love her more

Now between my mind, my heart, and my words there is war

In my body there is peace no more

My mind and my heart will remain the winners

For when I’m around her

I just lose my words

But there is one thing I hate about her

She steals

She stole my time

My attention

My… everything

But above all… she stole my love

Currently I’m struggling to love any other one

For I am convinced she is the only one

The one I am meant to lay my life down and serve

Serve and love her from every possible angle

Romantically speaking she is meant to be my angel

So many wants a piece of me

But I can’t love no more

It hurts to know she is behind the tragedy

She stole my love

So let us make our own history please

Siyabonga Sokhela

Sat 25^th June 2011 21h28

Early Days Poetry