Ntando.B Da poet

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Stand not on the way of my pen.
Of a rooster chasing a hen,
I've got that desire to write.
...

Is it my eye,
My mind or heart?
That grows feelings in me,
The blazing love within.
...

If being a man means...
Insensitivity, sexual immorality-
And forsaking your own identity.
Breaking vows-
...

I made it first inner the oval.
Went out through the birth canal-
With loose 'n weak bones,
And unfolded hands to a world of my own.
...

Light dims,
Sound lowers.
Shades disappears.
The sun is setting.
...

Too many ears for loud club music,
But none to share a secret with.
Society so hungry for our sorrows & miseries,
To dance 'n laugh as we weep.
...

Once upon a time.
When all the wealth was mine,
Although I did not own even one mine.
Towards me, the world was kind.
...

Stay with me,
I'll change the way you feeL,
And give you millions of reasons to breath.
...

As I climb the stairs of life,
To where true victory and success lies,
I sometimes wish there was a short cut or flight.
...

10.

Music penetrates deep 'n deeper,
Inner confused minds and heavy hearts.
There is something with the marimba,
That lightens dark souLs and defrost cold hearts.
...

Only if...
I could stop praying while walking,
Standing & with my eyes open.
Guard my talking,
...

There is a woman that I know of...
She is fertile and oily,
Woody and salty.
She is wealthy of gold-
...

It's midnight.
Yet thoughts are still in motion
And my eyes are still glued to sight.
Resting is no option.
...

Amidst the bushes
I saw a painting
Shining on it is the sun of the East warming up my cold emotions
The only painting I could understand
...

She is the song...
That I cannot go a day withot.
That gives my troubled mind a flight.
That gets my heavy burden so light.
...

I want to be alone,
Free from peers and jagone,
Far from the noise of Jozi.
Of stars abandoned and lonely.
...

My younger brother killed a cow,
For it's meat but mostly it's hide,
That he knitted to a round shape.
...

Ntando.B Da poet Biography

Jst an ordinary guy under da sun, a son of man who grew in a deep rural area, east of mpumalanga.Grew under da warm hands of a loving male 'n female, my parents of coarse.I am passionate abt writting, I want 2 write, read, write, read, write...)

The Best Poem Of Ntando.B Da poet

Black 'N White.

Stand not on the way of my pen.
Of a rooster chasing a hen,
I've got that desire to write.

My chess piecies never hold grudges,
However they come in black and white-grey.
Never did my black knight resist occupying a black square.

I always put my writtings in black and white,
Yet my pen and paper never argue or fight,
Not even on one of my sleepless nights.

There is that white line on every tar road,
It never felt superior for it divides black coloured lanes.
Never did the black coloured lanes felt inferior.

Naked is the book of life without its hard black cover,
Useless it is wthout it's soft whites pages either,
Black and white as it is, it preaches rightousness.

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Where there is a pawn there is hope.

It is not the alarm that wakes you up, but self motivation.

It is not the alarm that wakes you up, but self motivation.

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