Melodies in my memories gone down the drain
Papers in mountains stacks that have come down and caused me pain
Showers monstrous in size swiped them away in quite rain
Demons so friendly have eaten them starring at me with a meticulous smile
And I am reminiscing at their golden contents which was to be my pride
Unlocking every door in my memory in search of their sign
Traces traces aluding me I am a lost course
The zillion pound worth words inscripted that I have lost
In my sleep they haunt me like a vengeful ghost
They beleive I was careless I was not paying attention to logistics
Scripts that stripped naked bodies of overfueled muscle politics
They have unleashed wrath upon my memory I am all agonistic
Lost scripts tainted in ancestral bloods of the most powerful tribes
Sprinkeled with urine of crocodiles and strengthened with elephant spine
Content drugged with creativity and drunk with poetic lime
These scripts that built marvells way beyond man's imagination
That have blessed babies with ability to found art of determination
As I bow down and rise again hoping my pen will cry in their dedication
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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.
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