Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

Rookie - 56 Points (27/02/1985 / Maun, Botswana)

Onalethuso Petruss Ntema Poems

1. Weep Not Child 9/5/2011
2. Exquisite Sun-Day 9/5/2011
3. Love's A Token (Not Be Broken) 9/5/2011
4. The Journey 9/6/2011
5. Survivor 9/6/2011
6. My Words 9/6/2011
7. Of Ants And Life 9/5/2011
8. If And When I Die 11/2/2011
9. Pieces Of Pieces (Ed 2) 3/10/2012
10. Why? 3/10/2012
11. Walked... 3/10/2012
12. It Shall... 3/10/2012
13. Patterns Of Time 3/10/2012
14. I Am 3/10/2012
15. Of Your Own 3/10/2012
16. Strangely 3/10/2012
17. No Joy In Doing Wrong 3/10/2012
18. Whence You Left (Ed.2) 3/10/2012
19. Render Me A Journey Of Blessings 3/29/2012
20. Body And Soul 6/18/2012
21. Walk With Me (In Nata) 6/19/2012
22. I Am (Ed.2) 7/22/2012
23. Her Name Is Love 8/17/2012
24. I Miss(Ed) You 8/23/2012
25. One Big Smile In Silence 8/23/2012
26. I Laugh So Greenly 8/23/2012
27. Not Of Empty Men (With Plenty Yen) 8/23/2012
28. Winds Of Seasons With Hands Of Hope 8/23/2012
29. Run My Hand 8/23/2012
30. Butterflies Look So Colorful 8/23/2012
31. Way So Far 8/23/2012
32. Hope 8/23/2012
33. Pebbles 9/6/2012
34. O' Dear Pebble 9/13/2012
35. Stay With Me (O' Dear Heart Of Mine) 3/10/2012
36. Have You Ever? 3/10/2012
37. Emotional Beauty 3/10/2012
38. I Call Unto Ye O' Lord 3/10/2012
39. Had I Not Stayed With You 3/10/2012
40. I Miss You 10/14/2012
Best Poem of Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

Life's A Sonnet

life is a trumpet
every being responds to
a banquet
singing and joy corresponds to
a pamphlet
reading comprehends to
some bank it
some complements to

awaken is the wise
lost is the nice
fed with a jolly of rice
menu with a spice
bitter taste twice
as nice
some telling lies
and surely pay the price
but to reap a slice
you ought to sweat thrice
and ding dong like a dice
but sometimes not, and your infant cries
at times you make it, and she (joyously) smiles
for life’s a sonnet, going many miles

believe you me, life’s a ...

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Sacred Days - Part I

Sacred Days - part I

Yesterday is the day gone,
And tomorrow is yet to come;
For today is the day known.
As days have the passage of time they fade,
But memories kept within our hearts paint;
A story enough for us to tell,
Days have the passage of time they fade,

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