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Poetry O'clock
Poetry O'clock
Poetry O'clock
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Poetry O'clock

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Sehloho Piet Rampai presents personal selection of his best work in this definitive collection.This book will touch countless readers with its brilliantly crafted verses.Every poem serves a different purpose, and deals with a different pain heals a different heartache.Poetry o'clock takes readers through a journey of the most bitter moments in life and finds sweetness in them.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 12, 2019
ISBN9780463173879
Poetry O'clock
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Sehloho Piet Rampai

Sehloho Piet Rampai is an South African awards winning Poet and Author of various poetry books that includes Poetic Justice, Poetry o clock, Mabinabine (South Sotho Poems),The Words,Moonlight, Words of wonders,Shards of my heart,Love letters, Sika la thole Kgaoha ( Sotho Poetry collection) Broken verses, Footprints and Poet& Chronicles.He co authored on the other books (Anthologies) like The Poets Wish, Coast to Coast, Living life till our last breath and The Art of the Philosophy.Most of his work is available online on Poetry Potion and Fundza.mobi.He is the youngest Poet to be featured on The Voices of this land (Anthology of South African Poets since 1800).Apart from writing he is a Politician,Farmer and Business man.He is also qualified as Rugby Coach.

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    Poetry O'clock - Sehloho Piet Rampai

    Poetry o’clock

    By Sehloho Piet Rampai

    Poetry o’clock

    Copyright © Sehloho Piet Rampai, 2019

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Smashwords Edition

    For information contact:

    Email:Piet.rampai@yahoo.com

    ISBN 978-0-620-86176-2

    Table of Contents

    Chapter one

    Chapter two

    Chapter three

    Chapter four

    Chapter five

    Chapter six

    About the author

    Chapter one

    Mama

    Mama who art upon the earth

    You gave me life, you gave me love

    Let me acknowledge the womb

    Where I was conceived

    With painful pride

    Your presence is a living drama

    Living drama of a race

    Drama of flesh and blood

    You accepted me on your laps

    And let me open your womb

    The fortune of your birth hood

    And let me suckle your breast

    Before they became human history

    U floated deep seas in stormy days

    U held your shoulders

    To the Earth’s foundation.

    Mother, friend and guider.

    Because of you

    I am what I am.

    Die no more

    Let me die, to die no more

    Die in an attempt to live forever

    My name has been called

    Called to die to live eternally

    Oh mom, no need to cry

    I died flesh and blood

    Spiritually my life is guaranteed

    Don’t worries be happy

    For now I art in heaven

    On earth I am miserable

    I am going home, to die no more

    My death is only my birth began.

    Remember

    Remember Soweto

    Bullet in the back days

    Remember the dead

    And be glad

    Let the praise be to them

    Rebel’s freedom is their cause

    Being dead it does not matter

    How guilty or innocent they died

    Being dead it does not matter

    How well or bad they died

    Being dead we should pay them

    Pay them Tribute

    Because it is for Living they died.

    African

    I am not colored

    I am neither black

    Nor white

    I am an African

    I, the child of all races

    My identity branded in the cry of Mzantsi

    In the distant lands of ubuntu

    I am proudly

    And mysterious African

    The porter of all sorrows

    I, the

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