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The Words
The Words
The Words
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The Words

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The Words is a soul shaking poetry book written by the award winning author, Mr Piet Rampai.
It is a very powerful poetry book, in this power book the writer applied his incisive and poetic intellect and gifted you (the reader) with poems that will leave you breathless.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 1, 2020
ISBN9780992216528
The Words
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Sehloho Piet Rampai

Sehloho Piet Rampai he was born in Ngwathe Edenville and grew up in Odendaalsrus Province of the Free State in South Africa. He is an award winning Poet,Writer and Author, besides writing he is a Farmer,Businessman and Politician as he is also an active member of African National Congress Youth League And Mother Body.He played rugby for Virginia Sports Academy and is also Qualified Rugby coach.He started writing at the of 12 since then he never back off and most of his work is available online

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    The Words - Sehloho Piet Rampai

    CHAPTER ONE

    A love requested

    A poem called for

    Of gyrating feelings

    And blushing faces

    Melting souls

    And racing hearts.

    A heart-adorned sky

    And pregnant overflowing

    Teary clouds of bliss

    Soul ironed by peace.

    I found love in your ocular

    No need for binoculars

    I have finally found you

    The bone of my bones.

    A part of my destiny

    Cerebral epiphany

    All my voices sing in harmony

    Dancing in elation.

    A ridiculous note

    I sit here

    Alone to the company of my shadow

    Upon the wall

    Calling my name

    A whisper of an ungrateful friend

    The tears creep

    The bones creek

    My stomach churns

    To a moment I scream

    And darkness yells

    The cold feeling inside my soul

    Wanting me to wake from the day dream I

    Fail to sleep

    The due of night

    Makes the day of my sight

    What to do to entertain myself

    Talk to me.

    A wrath full of swords for the of the Lord

    They say wow look at that loser,

    They say hey there goes that goof.

    They say anything that's hurtful as long as it's never the truth,

    All day my ears filled with hatred

    It comes from every known direction,

    As I walk about no way blocking out the endless

    Hurtful words infection

    Lord I cry out unto you,

    You never showed me what to do.

    I can't believe forgiveness by itself will be

    Enough to get me through.

    For though as I volunteered for this at soul,

    I wouldn't dare to see the weight

    Of that this burden wouldn't be too great for

    Me alone to take.

    From out the cosmic womb you formed me.

    In all your limitless perfection.

    But Lord these last few years my endless tears

    Fill up these pools for my reflection.

    All day long pain I be

    All day long pain I be

    My face slapped in shame

    Failed I the test of poetry

    Rejected, dejected became symbolic.

    The road to greatness is sham

    My poetry is mixed reaction

    Of joy in confusion

    Who shall rescue me?

    Told I to do away with poetry

    But my heart speak poetry

    Am broken in search of poetry

    Who shall find me?

    My poetry not mistake

    But a sweet cake

    I'll love poetry

    I'll eat poetry

    I'll speak poetry

    For the scripture is poetry.

    Always called incorrigible

    Always called incorrigible

    Rebellious of the core

    Only wanting to express herself

    Be free; nothing more.

    Wanting to be understood

    Needing to be loved,

    But never feeling wanted,

    Angry, when she was shoved

    Confusion birthed creativity

    Fluid with her tools

    Now a grown up woman

    Successful, wearing jewels

    Still a little rebellious

    Loves deep, no more blues

    Thankful she chose her own path

    And told

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