Voice of a Shadow (I am the)

...I am the voice of a shadow,

The word that echoes in silent whispers of the dark night,

The circumstance. I’m the drifter, the voice beyond shadows

Of an innocent face. I’m the shadow,

For images of little beings in villages have become characters

In my dream like a vulnerable king of a defeated tribe

When tribal wars ravaged their soils a while ago,

 For time tells in its own word when rainbow shadows

Seduce our mental kind before sunrise.

But we rise to fall when fallen.

For every human has a shadow, a voice.

And I am that shadow;

The voice of a shadow that speaks its mind

When eyes

Of nature honoured Mother Nature's kindness with open arms.

I’m the voice to a shadow, the song, the poem,

The word beneath soils of the Kalahari.

For I am human;

And being human is just as human as a new day,

When shadows fall for the day unknown,

I ‘m the shadow…..

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©Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema

The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality and Mental inspiration poetry anthology, 2017

Poem Title: The Voice of a Shadow ( I am)

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Audio link: The Voice of a Shadow poem audio 

SOUL SEEDS Poetry anthology (2014) links: Amazon 

SOUL SEEDS Poetry anthology 

As titled, "Soul Seeds" (2014) explores elemental functions of thought, reasoning and reality. It analyzes life and how each of the seeds sustains or defeats the soul and the need for personal discipline and appreciation. The imagery gathers in one basket the different emotions that paint a closest matter of attention to the mind state and collectedness. It is a reflection of situations. Scattered thoughts are thrown into an imagery of life through a natural psycho-philosophical analysis. The book seeks to promote nature, culture, love, kindness, forgiveness and spiritual freedom. The tone of each word is natural and expressive, to give a creative setting of inference and engage the mind that matters or bothers to. The book testifies that written art is created from any life circumstance.

Published by Xlibris Publishing (Book store) UK

Journey of the Past - Part 1

It was a journey of the past

From which I was blinded apart

By the shackles of love and trust,

I had been squeezed into dusty ashes but dust

In a little corner of the circle, for the final cut

I was told had reached its rhetoric touch,

But little did I know yet the Senator was such

A persistent peasant for the protestant class,

I was just not kind enough to rebuke the past,

For warriors

Had walked naked without

Mercy to the victim. I had become

A silent murderer, a rebellious one,

A notorious kind yet serene but a broken heart,

And I now recognize that every man bears his burden in arms

Of a fallen hero. The horn

Had trumpeted from afar,

For when a wise man points to the full moon,

The fool

Looks

At the finger… but when the night comes,

Dreamers surround their purpose than social class,

They value their dreams before the new day, 

For the moment of understanding demands

A mind and thought so deeply thought before done,

It is the nature of circumstance, an inferential one,

It usually strikes before known or felt,

It becomes

A habit to the thinker – the seeker.

It is a human requisite…

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema

The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental inspiration poetry anthology, 2017

“And I now cognize that every man

Bears his burden in arms

Of a fallen hero. The horn

Had trumpeted from afar,

For when a wise man points to the full moon,

The fool

Looks

At the finger… but when the night comes,

Dreamers surround their purpose…”

RESPECT iNTELLECTUAL PROPERTY RiGHTS OF THE CREATiVE BEiNG i AM.

As Thicker is Blood than Water

AS THiCKER iS BLOOD THAN WATER.

I’ve come to destroy and assassinate the heart of a bounty hunter,

As thicker is blood than water,

I’ve come to enjoy and appreciate the past of my wanted other,

My haunted other, for human nature is as twice as human than nature,

But I still remind you of why I am still here with you, I am a fighter,

The liberator of the mind, the minded, the blinded, the stranded,

The stranger’s forsaken child from whence I was unwanted,

As drunken masters of art adopted me like lion hunters hunted,

I am a deviant, a servant of art but generations before me,

I am an out-lander, for extra-terrestrial minds have come before me,

Done and said before me, born and died before me,

But the unknown is yet to come, for tomorrow holds the unknown;

Like rebels in the army of terror and fear among-st the Protestants,

For objection of the master is a crime before the eyes of an autocrat,

For totalitarians have a tendency of being insecure when contestants

In the opposite demand their cessation. I’ve been disappointed

By the level of ignorance in the minds of the servant;

Who takes pride in being their master’s brethren…

When broken hearts conform to the other, I am still a brother

But I wonder how hard is it to be gifted, drifted, hidden,

For time is just a mere sense of a circumstance,

But relevance is just as senseless as relevant

When elements of life are ignored by the living person, the human,

Don’t you celebrate when your child makes you proud as a parent?

Don’t you? Don’t you appreciate the human you are as a human?

Do you ever acknowledge the talent

You have been given?

The art between you and the person

In you, don’t you?  If I were you, I’d forget

The day before I met an outsider, for insiders tend to behave like humans…

Yet the very human they are continues to run in parallel

Lanes but floated,

Rejected,

Marooned, rebuked like an unusual baboon, confused and red handed,

As thicker is blood than water, for days come in their pattern,

And I’d rather stay at the countryside with the herd men,

And learn from their person, for life is better than manipulation.

I’d run free from such persons that desire the human I am,

But I’ll stay at peace with them; I am just a free man, a simple man,

That is the human I am. What human are you dear other?

For blood is thicker than water,

But time is not a just a matter of a concern when nature rebels against humans.

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Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Mambo Ntema

The VOiCE OF A SHADOW: LiFE, REALiTY & MENTAL iNSPiRATiON POETRY ANTHOLOGY

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If Wishes...

If Wishes...

February 25, 2015 at 11:57am 

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Why do wishes have wings they fly?

You know, I wish time had legs; for I’d crawl in silent times,

And I wish time could prevail for us to sail away in oceans deeper;

See, in deepest oceans of thought without seen,

For I'd hide in cages of thought like a silent child…

I wish nations could become one, for the Creator is one in us all;

But dozens in isolated land of their kind,

I wish God was a child;

For I'd learn to lean on shoulders of tallest trees between the wild,

And urge in bridges of theological means without religion...

I wish I was a mirror, and if wishes were mirrors;

I wish mirrors could reflect our tracks in days of our lives,

As wishes have wishes;

I wish shadows had voices…

Too; for I’d talk in shadows like songs of a dreamer,

And voice out loudly the hidden crumbles of our daily bread thicker;

But I fumble to mumble the hidden struggles deeper,

I wish letters could begin with matters of the heart deeper;

But I wonder what the Creator of such letters wondered…

When letters do not really make any sense besides a sentence,

I wish I was a student of metaphysical times,

I wish I had known their cynical minds;

Of Science and Philosophical kinds…

But I really wish I had dreams to be told to ears of the blind,

I wish I had hands of a liberator;

For I'd raise my arms in skies of darkest shine…

I wish I was a teacher, for I'd teach in chronological kind;

Than ethnological lapse, I wish I was a preacher,

For I'd preach in pieces than pictures of preachers;

In windows of every moving piece(s),

I'd pick up the pieces of every broken heart;

Than swallow their pride like creatures of alien ages,

If wishes were tiny particles, I’d blow them to the cages;

Of easterly nations where action speaks louder than spoken words,

If wishes were clauses, I'd amend the law of nature;

By upholding the essence of life and its cause, I'd surrender…

All books of history to the furnace and rewrite in tongues of dozen letters.

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Co-written by Onalethuso Petruss B.M Ntema and Khonzani Nhlalo Zambwe (Botswana)

Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema - author of SOUL SEEDS: Reality & Mental inspiration poetry anthology (Xlibris Publishing, UK - 2014)

The Voice of a Shadow, 2017

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Bojosi Sabure Mambo straight! lepako

February 25, 2015 at 12:08pm · Unlike · 1

Bojosi Jojo Ditshwele Wow Mambo, i wish..!!!

February 25, 2015 at 12:10pm · Unlike · 1

Dandy Dour "I wish nations could become one, for the Creator is one in us all"

February 25, 2015 at 12:12pm · Unlike · 2

Mikel Kesto i wish emotions and inspirations could be transplanted, for him to transplant one to me so that one day l can bring words in orders like him 'if wishes' one day is one day, oneblood my king

February 25, 2015 at 12:50pm · Edited · Unlike · 2

Mambo Ntema Sure Bojosi

February 25, 2015 at 12:46pm · Like

Mambo Ntema Jojo oneBlood king

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Khonzani Nhlalo Zee oneblood..

February 25, 2015 at 1:15pm · Unlike · 1

Mambo Ntema Wordsworth yes Sir, what more or less dear brother... Mikel you surely will my oneBlood.

February 25, 2015 at 1:30pm · Like · 1

Mambo Ntema bless up oneBlood Khonzani

February 25, 2015 at 1:31pm · Like

Thato Xhavi Ponatshego Genius

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Donna Lillywhite Gifted

February 25, 2015 at 6:44pm · Unlike · 1

Moemedi Tebogo  ..if wishes were flowers i would wish for a garden of them without thorn,i would wish to live inside my mind and do as i wish and live every moment without fear of my surrounding's eye.if wishes had ears i would tell mine to walk in reality as everyday breaks the silent whispers of the night.I wish pages could allow my pen to bleed not tears on them as i wear my heart on my sleeve and shout to the mountains to tell the world that poetry is my soul mate.i wish leaves could hear my cry when i say i want a bohemian existence to live on stages,my tongue only knowing metaphors and idioms.if wishes were eagles mine would eye the heavens and dance with the angels...great read my king,Jah bless

February 25, 2015 at 7:03pm · Edited · Unlike · 5

Mambo Ntema Thembie WYnter

February 26, 2015 at 2:24am · Like · 1

Mambo Ntema Moemedi You see, writers write like gifted sculptors with patient hands, and truly you just lead me to part 2. As though you knew I had wanted some sort. oneBlood king, Taah for the read and comment.

February 26, 2015 at 12:28pm · Like · 1

Masule DeBoo Kachana Inspiring young minds sir,,,brings ease to the mind..

February 26, 2015 at 1:16pm · Unlike · 2

Mambo Ntema Sowing seeds for a Creative future my king...oneBlood

February 26, 2015 at 1:19pm · Like · 2

Jeraal M Mrewa Great minds

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Kedi Mosadi Pelontle-Matthews Great Mambo, you are talented

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Mambo Ntema oneBlood botsadi

February 26, 2015 at 3:08pm · Like · 1

Theresa Govert If wishes were clauses, I'd amend the law of nature; By upholding the essence of life and its cause, I'd surrender… All books of history to the furnace and rewrite in tongues of dozen letters. what a powerful ending, thank you

February 26, 2015 at 11:30pm · Unlike · 4

Mambo Ntema Most welcome Seed. Wishes have wings they fly as high as wishes do. Will-power does, and dig matters past. But wishes bury impossibilities. Wishes marry their color without rainbow colors. oneBlood

February 27, 2015 at 12:38am · Like · 2

Thato Ramakoba Deep stuff De Mambo. Am more than impressed!

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Mambo Ntema oneBlood

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Monica Munashe Rupazo phenomenal.

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Mambo Ntema Theresa And I believe that nothing supersedes Creativity, besides reaction and pro-action. So long as said or done, it must be written or none, or will end in isolated oceans deep but calm. Its a complex one. Donna But the merit of such in our daily lives is the ability to walk upright and declare our voices with the inner person(s) to the Creative thinking world of creative writings and artistic melodies of life in its quadri-mental essence. And so are wishes, and so if wishes were... Thank you Munashe Rupazo, Ramakoba Mrewa Kedirebofe Pelontle and Kachana, it is like scattering seeds on a seed-nature to nurture more trees and leaves for the air we breathe and our feed green.

April 7, 2015 at 3:07pm · Like · 2

Boineelo Andy Nyukulane If wishes were wishes,how i wish this wisheth

Great piece wordsmiths

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Emeldah Emex Kamberuka Matlhape Wow beautiful stuff

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Mambo Ntema bless up, oneBlood

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Mambo Ntema bless up, oneBlood

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Donald Munyaradzi Kuutsi Sir Mambo De Poet Ntema

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Donald Munyaradzi Kuutsi Did u received my verse

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Dzikamayi Chando I am a beggar who chooses creativity. The poem shines of creativity, The minds of the creators have sun, moon and stars in words.

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Monica Munashe Rupazo Gratitude, my all ever desired accomplice moreover escort for humility. I am humbled by thine prudence. Aluta...

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Mambo Ntema Munyaradzi Yes king, this verse is deep and sensible. I like it. Had to read it over and over. its super. How I wish the world of Creative ones could over-shadow its alien kind and captivate us more with spoken and written word(s) Dzikamayi Munashe Rupazo, oneBlood.

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Mambo Ntema Humbled.

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Khonzani Nhlalo Zee Nyc piece...

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Mambo Ntema It is a piece to read at ease, just an extraordinary poem it is. oneBlood

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Mambo Ntema Reminding me of the days when writing was more than just written but expressed in such sentence constructs. The semantic word play and imagery were matters of not so much concern but the effect, the message behind the word written in spoken kind. I am reminded of the writer's poet phonology! oneBlood

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