Blacks and white have come together to meet under this umbrella upon these waters
Pimps and priests have come to share jokes while getting baptised by these majestic towers
Towers so enormous their shadows are drinking sun's rays dry
Inside them packed for dance of the heart are waters sweeling with rhythm reahing the sky
Pastors, priests and reverends have come to baptise congregations for eternal mind blessings
in these pools
Brothers, sisters and fathers have come to upgrade their families with thesee beautiful tools
Snakes have been seen making love to mice and spiders playing skipping rope with the flies
in the belly of these words
Poets have been fed by illetirates and vice versa in this world designed for Lords of wars
Monday, 12 December 2011
Thursday, 8 December 2011
POEMS I WROTE
These words that their first juice came from the bottom of my curved and watered heart
Melodies so beautiful they speak to unborn baby attached to its mother's womb
Rhythm unsinkable they put shame to iceberg declared hardest and harder than hard
Whispers so immortal they known to ancestral views laid in the tomb
These poems I wrote have been used to declare emotions of undying love
Such beautiful packs of unspoken bits even after years of cooking they remain raw
The praise that can be heard from the one who outflew the hawk Mr Dove
Declaration and timeous constant songs and weapons of war
Words so beautiful used by mothers to put their babies to sleep
Tounges so smooth used by proffessors to update their latest truest lecture lessons
Brains shadows so majestic they are used for court appeals
These poems I wrote are used to update each and everyone of your inner persons
These poems I wrote...
Melodies so beautiful they speak to unborn baby attached to its mother's womb
Rhythm unsinkable they put shame to iceberg declared hardest and harder than hard
Whispers so immortal they known to ancestral views laid in the tomb
These poems I wrote have been used to declare emotions of undying love
Such beautiful packs of unspoken bits even after years of cooking they remain raw
The praise that can be heard from the one who outflew the hawk Mr Dove
Declaration and timeous constant songs and weapons of war
Words so beautiful used by mothers to put their babies to sleep
Tounges so smooth used by proffessors to update their latest truest lecture lessons
Brains shadows so majestic they are used for court appeals
These poems I wrote are used to update each and everyone of your inner persons
These poems I wrote...
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About Me
- Orapeleng Picoyagae
- Became a poet at the age of 14 for competition sake, from the community with no poetry backround whatsoever and with the guidance of my parents I went on to win several awards. My work has been displayed in Vaaltar FM (Taung Community Radio station), Motsweding FM (SABC Setswana Radio Station) and Sowetan newspaper. I was a member of 5TH Grove (North West University, Mafikeng Campus poetry club) on its birthyear. My poetry is influenced by people I meet everyday, including other poets and ordinary people that I know personaly or otherwise. I have also written novels and Drama, and some of my work have been played by the group Chiro (now defunct Christian group in Taung) and Motsweding FM.