He Is Here And I'm Not With Him by Mgcini Nyoni

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He misses her
the love of his life
But he is here
and I am not with him
How could he be
When his heart
aches for her
She is away
But with him
In his thoughts
and in his heart
It’s me he married
For the baby he did it
honourable man
I think of letting him go
free him
Let him fly to his soul mate
But then
A slice of a great man
Is better
than a loaf
of an average man
This is the burden
I will always carry
Knowing
He will always be here
But I will never be with him.

POSITIVE'S THE LOSER 1 by Melissa S Nkomo

Positive's always overidden by negative
Beauty never lasts
Pleasure is momentary
Why should love be everlasting?
If it be positive, it sure does sour;
for it exists not in a vacuum

Dawn proceeds - lighting the world
Birds wake to celebrate
Praising the rise of yet another day
And at the melody - the bright sunshine smiles on,
warming the world.
Dew drops - flower buds pop open
Colouring the world. Light, music, warmth and colour
Is it not all beauty
But such becomes too much for the negative force
And darkness hastily shades everything

Does not the kangaroo keep her joey
safe and warm in her pocket?
Does not the gull feed her chicks from the nest?
Does not the cheetah show her cubs how to hunt?
Does not the zebra foal lean on his mother to balance the wobbly legs?
What but undying love could such gestures be called?
But close by - lingers the negative force
Death in the hands of an enemy for the young cub
Death - to blight all the affection
Love exists not in a vacuum
And so never lasts.

IN GOD'S PRESENCE by Mgcini Nyoni

I am too imperfect

to stand in thy presence

I don't have any right

to question thy ways

your will goes

But sometimes

I shake my heard in frustration

and aske why?

I am too much of a sinner

to understand how

you do things

But sometimes  I ask
why didn't it go this way
or that way
My way
What do i know about
I only wait for your guidence
Which i know won't
lead me astray
But sometimes
lost and confused
I ask
where is the damn guidence?
I understand why I don't have
a mountain of bread
But surely a few crumbs
won't do me harm
Sometimes it's all I ask for
In frustration
I sometimes say
Where are the damn crumbs?
But then what do I know
about life
bread
and crumbs?