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Poetry By: mongoe charles


Submitted:Jun 16, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   



by mongoe charles


looking back,my mother told me,she told me to cry when it hurt,to sing if it can be singed,to smile when its a laughter,to talk when she leads

it begin with a cry,then laughter,smile and showing movement to reach where i'm going .all this didn't make a sense in the beginning

as a young person i was handle like a egg.i was watch like a television.i was care for,just like a stomach.

how did it came to me ,how i know all this what happen,it came as a story and loving all to heard what they are saying,did make me believe,yes it seems as a dream,i will never live again.

as they told me this so you know it now

Antoinette my lovely wife,how i wish.i could tell you this the some way my mother

told me and again and again.

you such a listening person just like me,your presence in my life bring the mountain called Everest into our our garden.when i look at your eyes like seeing a dancing moon

seeing you from a distance ,coming towards me like angle at night.oh, yes .oh my God, Jesus you are such a human.me and you agaist the world this world is like it had being created for us

i know now ,what make people talk about us when holding hands , passing by the street,it is because we are living on our own planet.yesterday like today,i was loved as from birth,as baby to be your man and love by you.you take good care of me just like i'm still kicking on your stomach

i met so many girls and woman but you atand tall your beauty,shine like a sun ,your kind,speak for itself.even if you can pass through the small street at Johannesburg but i can point your foot print,because you are special of your own

kissing you good by is like worshiping God and thanking him with praises for his presence in my life.

you are the best..i love you.coming out from our room in the morning you give a sun a reason to dance and shine for you beauty

our childrean are stars up above,when they talk sound like a river that flows so silenely,like a peaceful river that makes no movement.this is a world of our own,so we have a power and right to grant the day to last forever,just for us to celebrate

every opportunity,are made for us ,you are an angle that was send from heaven strainght away to me.as we sitted here,with our chair on the view of sunset..

this is not a dream.i feel like telling you this again.looking back"i love you my darling and this is true,yes i mean from the bottom of my heart" your heart tells me you are special person and you need a special someone like me.your heart believe i'm telling true and your eyes say yes i love you too,we made for each other,this is our life,our world and we need to enjoy

it's a world of our own.

i see the loving doves

its a precious way of appreciating the love,word create a things,

word is a start of a new thing

it up to us we make this work..

your feet don't deserve to step on the dust,your eyes shine our room every night.

keep calling it love


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