Sinaye Ngudle Poems

Sinaye Ngudle Poems Mabhutan Sinaye Ngudle Mpongi Mpongo Mangiare Epic Poems With Its Roots In Song .

09/04/2024

Executive

I Am A Young Executive . No Cuffs Than Mine Are Cleaner ;
I Have A Slimline Brief - Case And I Use The Firm's Cortina .
In Every Roadside Hostelry From Here To Burgess Hill
The Maitres D'Hotel All Know Me Well And Let Me Sign The Bill .

You Ask Me What It Is I Do . Well Actually You Know ,
I'm Partly A Liaison Man And Partly P.R.O.
Essentially I Intergrate The Current Export Drive
And Basically I'm Viable From Ten O'Clock Till Five .

For Vital Off - The - Record Work - That's Talking Transport - Wise
I've A Scarlet Aston - Martin - And Does She Go ? She Flies !
Pedestrians And Dogs And Cats - We Mark Them Down For Slaughter .
I Also Own A Speed - Boat Which Has Never Touched The Water .

She's Built Of Fibre - Glass , Of Course . I Call Her 'Mandy Jane'
After A Bird I Used To Know - No Soda , Please , Just Plain -
And How Did I Acquire Her ? Well To Tell You About That
And To Put You In The Picture I Must Wear My Other Hat .

I Do Some Mild Developing . The Sort Of Place I Need
Is A Quiet Country Market Town That's Rather Run To Seed .
A Luncheon And A Drink Or Two , A Little Savoir Faire -
I Fix The Planning Officer , The Town Clerk And The Mayor .

And If Some Preservationist Attempts To Interfere
A 'Dangerous Structure' Notice From Borough Engineer
Will Settle Any Buildings That Are Standing In Our Way -
The Modern Style , Sir , With Respect , Has Really Come To Stay .

09/04/2024

The Charge Of The Light Brigade

Half A League , Half A League ,
Half A League Onward ,
All In The Valley Of Death
Rode The Six Hundred .
'Forward , The Light Brigade !
'Charge For The Guns , 'He Said .
Into The Valley Of Death
Rode The Six Hundred .

'Foward , The Light Brigade !'
Was There A Man Dismay'd ?
Not Tho' The Soldier Knew
Some One Had Blunder'd :
Their's Not To Reason Why ,
Their's But To Do And Die :
Into The Valley Of Death
Rode The Six Hundred .

Cannon To Right Of Them ,
Cannon To Left Of Them ,
Cannon In Front Of Them
Volley'd And Thunder'd ;
Storm'd At With Shot And Shell
Boldly They Rode And Well ,
Into The Jaws Of Death ,
Into The Mouth Of Hell .
Rode The Six Hundred .

Flash'd All Their Sabres Bare ,
Flash'd As They Turn'd In The Air
Sabring The Gunners There ,
Charging An Army , While
All The World Wonder'd :
Plunged In The Battery - Smoke
Right Thro' The Line They Broke ;
Cossack And Russian
Reel'd From The Sabre - Stroke
Shatter'd And Sunder'd .
Then They Rode Back , But Not ,
Not The Six Hundred .

Cannon To Right Of Them ,
Cannon To Left Of Them ,
Cannon Behind Them
Volley'd And Thunder'd ;
Storm'd At With Shot And Shell ,
While Horse And Hero Fell ,
They That Had Fought So Well
Came Thro' The Jaws Of Death ,
Back From The Mouth Of Hell ,
All That Was Left Of Them ,
Left Of The Six Hundred .

When Can Their Glory Fade ?
O The Wild Charge They Made !
All The World Wonder'd .
Honour The Charge They Made !
Honour The Light Brigade ,
Noble Six Hundred !

09/04/2024

Some Game

They Played The Whispering Game
Told The Others
They Must Make Fun Of Her Name
Drew Pictures Of Her
Passed Them Round The Class
Said She Smelled
Held Their Noses When She Walked Past
And It Was Just
Something They Did
Just A Bit Of Fun
Not Their Fault
She Took It Like That
Not Their Fault

28/03/2024

Mabhutan Sinaye Ngudle Mpongi Mpongo
Dominion Rule During 17th And 18th Centuries ,
Made A Lot In Italy Revival Style To Learn From Mpongi To Guide The Rest Black Pantheras .

The Leopard Who Lost His Spot

If You Can Count A Leopard's Spots
You'll Find That He Has Lots And Lots .
Only Other Leopards Know
Just How Many Spots They Grow

Lenny Was A Leopard Small
Who One Day Heard His Mother Call ;
"Lenny Is Ill ! What He Has Got ?
He's Lost His Biggest , Blackest Spot ."
Poor Lenny Hunted High And Low ,
Just Where It Was He Didn't Know .

The Other Leopards Looked Around
But Still The Spot Could Not Be Found .
Now In The Jungle Lived A Man ,
And Down To Him Young Lenny Ran .

He Told Him Of His Missing Spot -
The Man Said "I Know What I've Got !"
He Went Into His Grassy Den
And Came Out With A Little Pen .
Soon Lenny Ran Back Home Again ,
His Visit Had Not Been In Vain .

Upon His Back , What Do You Think ?
There Shone A Spot In Blackest Ink !
The Leopards Thanked The Man Who Plotted
To Make Their Lenny Fully Spotted !
With Shaggy Reddish Brown Hair .

23/03/2024

My Heart Is Like The Sky

My Heart Is Like The Sky ,
It Has Special Feelings
That Live And Never Die .

You Said Nothing Was As Good
As When You Looked Me In The Eyes ,
Now You Don't Care That I'm Even Alive .

I Loved You And Needed You
But You Cheated With No Shame .
The Sky Cried And So Did I ,
But You Still Didn't Care
If I Lived Or Died .

The Sky Starts To Rumble ,
And Begins To Shake ,
I Realised The Connections
It Had Made .

Anger Builds Inside Me ,
Like A Cheetah About To Attack ,
I Tried To Call You Up ,
But You Said Leave And Don't Come Back !

The Sky Is Now Calm
And Begins To Shine .
It Had Just Reached To The Feelings Of Mine .

I Looked Up At The Sky ,
A Bird Was Circling Me ,
That Bird Represents Freedom
As Free As It Can Be .

22/03/2024

Out Back Continuous

With Never A Thought But To Reach The Huts When Sun Went Down Out Back .

It Chanced One Day When The North Wind Blew In His Face Like A Furnace - Breath ,
He Left The Track For A Tank He Knew - 'Twas A Shorter Cut To Death ;
For The Bed Of The Tank Was Hard And Dry , And Crossed With Many A Crack ,
And , Oh ! It's A Terrible Thing To Die Of Thirst In The Scrub Out Back .

A Drover Came , But The Fringe Of Law Was Eastward Many A Mile ;
He Never Reported The Thing He Saw , For It Was Not Worth His While .
The Tanks Are Full , And The Grass Is High In The Mulga Off The Track ,
Where The Bleaching Bones Of A White Man Lie By His Mouldering Swag Out Back .

For Time Means Tucker , And Tramp They Must , Where The Plains And Scrubs Are Wide ,
With Seldom A Track That A Man Can Trust , Or A Mountain Peak To Guide ;
All Day Long In The Flies And Heat The Men Of The Outside Track ,
With Stinted Stomachs And Blistered Feet , Must Carry Their Swags Out Back .

22/03/2024

Out Back

The Old Year Went , And The New Returned , In The Withering Weeks Of Drought ;
The Cheque Was Spent That The Shearer Earned , And The Sheds Were All Cut Out ;
The Publican's Words Were Short And Few , And The Publican's Looks Were Black -
And The Time Had Come , As The Shearer Knew , To Carry His Swag Out Back .

For Time Means Tucker , And Tramp You Must , Where The Scrubs And Plains Are Wide ,
With Seldom A Track That A Man Can Trust , Or A Mountain Peak To Guide ;
All Day Long In The Dust And Heat - When Summer Is On The Track -
With Stinted Stomachs And Blistered Feet , They Carry Their Swags Out Back .

He Tramped Away From The Shanty There , When The Days Were Long And Hot ,
With Never A Soul To Know Or Care If He Died On The Track Or Not .
The Poor Of The City Have Friends In Woe , No Matter How Much They Lack ,
But Only God And The Swagmen Know How A Poor Man Fares Out Back .

He Begged His Way On The Parched Paroo And The Warrego Tracks Once More ,
And Lived Like A Dog , As The Swagmen Do , Till The Western Stations Shore ;
But Men Were Many , And The Sheds Were Full , For Work In The Town Was Slack -
The Traveller Never Got Hands In Wool , Though He Trampled For A Year Out Back .

He Blamed Himself In The Year 'Too Late' - In The Heaviest Hours Of Life
'Twas Little He Dreamed That A Shearing - Mate Had Care Of His Home And Wife ;
There Are Times When Wrong From Your Kindred Come , And Treacherous Tongues Attack -
When A Man Is Better Away From Home , And Dead To The World , Out Back .

In Stifling Noons When His Back Was Wrung By Its Load , And The Air Seemed Dead ,
And The Water Swarmed In The Bag That Hung To His Aching Arm Like Lead .
Or In Times Of Flood , When Plains Were Seas And The Scrubs Were Cold And Black .

And Dirty And Careless And Old He Wore , As His Lamp Of Hope Grew Dim ;
He Tramped For Years , Till The Swag He Bore Seemed Part Of Himself To Him .
As A Bullock Drags In The Sandy Ruts , He Followed The Dreary Track ,

22/03/2024

Some Like It Hot - Marilyn Monroe

Global Warming ?

It's Getting Warm , It's Getting Hot .
Some Here Think It's All A Plot ,
Liberals Say We've Gone Too Far ,
And Now You Need To Junk Your Car .

Park Your Car , Get On A Bike .
Or Use Your Feet To Take A Hike .
Walk To Work , It's Good For You .
Gasoline , You Must Eschew .

But Cons Reply , Please Tell Me Why
You're Making All This Hue And Cry ?
There's Nothing Wrong , We're All Fine ,
In Fact Our Country's Just Divine .

Jobs Are Up , And Taxes Down ,
And All You Do Is Moan And Frown .
True It's Warming , But We Conclude ,
That We'll Be Growing Far More Food .

Is That A Problem , That's Really Bad
It Sure Seems To Make You Mad .
We'll Grow More Rice And Corn And Wheat
All Will Have Enough To Eat .

But Don't You See , That's Just Not So
'Cause It Takes Rain For Crops To Grow .
And Places That Are Now Just Right
Will Turn To Desert , Nearly Overnight .

19/03/2024

Still I Rise

You May Write Me Down In History
With Your Bitter , Twisted Lies ,
You May Trod Me In The Very Dirt
But Still , Like Dust , I'll Rise .

Does My Sassiness Upset You ?
Why Are You Beset With Gloom ?
'Cause I Walk Like I've Got Oil Wells
Pumping In My Living Room .

Just Like Moons And Like Suns ,
With The Certainty Of Tides ,
Just Like Hopes Springing High ,
Still I'll Rise .

Did You Want To See Me Broken ?
Bowed Head And Lowered Eyes ?
Shoulders Falling Down Like Teardrops .
Weakened By My Soulful Cries .

Does My Haughtiness Offend You ?
Don't You Take It Awful Hard
'Cause I Laugh Like I've Got Gold Mines
Diggin' In My Own Back Yard .

You May Shoot Me With Your Words ,
You May Cut Me With Your Eyes ,
You May Kill Me With Your Hatefulness ,
But Still , Like Air , I'll Rise .

Does My Sexiness Upset You ?
Does It Come As A Surprise
That I Dance Like I've Got Diamonds
At The Meeting Of My Thighs ?

Out Of The Huts Of History's Shame
I Rise
Up From A Past That's Rooted In Pain
I Rise
I'm A Black Ocean , Leaping And Wide ,
Welling And Swelling I Bear In The Tide .
Leaving Behind Nights Of Terror And Fear
I Rise
Into A Daybreak That's Wondrously Clear
I Rise
Bringing The Gifts That My Ancestors Gave ,
I Am The Dream And The Hope Of The Slave .
I Rise
I Rise
I Rise .

Maya Angelou

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