Friday, July 18th, 2008
Life
is a great sentence -
begun with a wail
Great enuogh to announce
to all
a capital letter,
Life’s sentence
is long,
punctuated by tears,
italised by lies,
elucidated by other sentences
which are before us
and still to be.
Life ’s sentence
… is uninteresting
only if laughter, pain , love
are erased from it.
…is plain -
only if the hand writting
keeps out colour-
Life ’s sentence
is a story.
Interwoven with other sentences,
to make a long story,
that speaks to the
future,
to challenge, to explain, to warn.
All sentences are there to be
read -
There lies it’s greatness.
(c) Sukoluhle Joy Chilongo
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Friday, July 18th, 2008
CAPITALS
THIS IS A POEM IN CAPITALS.
FOR IT IS TO THE CAPITALS
IT IS HEADED.
IT IS IN CATIPALS
FOR THE WORDS REFUSE TO
BE ANY SMALLER
FOR
TOO LONG HAVE THE WISE
WORDS, WARNINGS BEEN¼br> WRITTEN SMALL
SPOKEN SMALL IN WHISPERS
SO AS TO HIDE ‘NEATH
THE CREVISES WHEN THE
WORLD’S CAPITALS
SEARCH TO CRUSH THE
WORDS
AND SO
THIS POEM WRITES ITSELF
WRITES ITSELF IN CAPITALS
IN CAPITALSIT WILL BE READ
IT WIIL BE READ LOUDLY
READ LOUDLYTO BE HEARD
TO BE HEARD BY THOSE
BY THOSE WHO MAKE
WHO MAKE THE PROVERBS
THE PROVERBS IN SMALL WORDS
SMALL WORDS WILL BE ASHAMED
ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF
THIS POEM
THIS POEM OF -CAPITALS -
(c) Sukoluhle Joy Chilongo
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Friday, July 18th, 2008
I have a Saviour
The wonderful Saviour
He is the comforter
For when I tire;
I can lean on the Everlasting arms.
When the world trembles,
I stand on the firm foundation
Who is the Rock of Ages. He is the path, the way
in the wilderness called life -
If ever I thirst -
he is the fountain I drink of
he sends showers of blessings
that I may never thirst -
If ever I do sink, to depths of despair,
He is the Sun of my soul,
He shows me bright gleams of a golden morning.
If I do lose the path -
He is the Shepherd
who lovingly, tenderly, calls
to my wondering soul,
and draws me nearer.
Putting me on higher ground.
Giving me peace like a river,
That is my God,
…what of yours?
(c)Sukoluhle Joy Chilongo
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Friday, July 18th, 2008
Father,
Thank you for the shelter
Of your loving arms.
Which protects me from
The reign fear
And winds of uncertainty
Thank you, for the shelter
…I never am naked
For its atmosphere clothes me
With love.
Lord, I thank you.
I ask to invite another into
OUR shelter,
Such a one –
Who is resting in you.
That the invite
May enlarge those who shelter
In your arms
To be a family –
For there is room
In praise
I thank you
For the shelter I am sure of
For it is built
On and by YOU
The I AM
I thank you.
© Sukoluhle Joy Chilongo 2006
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