This is the year

This is the year that we have long been waiting for
This is the year of dreams
Dreams to make a mark in the world history
Dreams to make things happen
Dreams to show the world that we can do it
Yes, this is the year.

This is the year of challenges
This is the year of performance
This is the year of victory
This is the year of success
This is the year of entertainment
This is the year of joy.

Yes, the year when things happen
Some strange but funny
Eyes will be opened
The walls of ignorance will be demolished
The forces of laziness will be defeated.

This is the year of the winners
Losers shall live no more
Failures have fled
Only the victors will remain
Pessimists have gone
Optimists live
This is the year of success
This is 2010.

Eyes of success

Eyes of success are never blinded by challenges
they see light in darkness
Eyes that see laughter in tears
Eyes that see the silver lining in dark clouds

Eyes of success see better when closed
When they open they see the best
they see the best in worst
At the end, they see the beginning

Eyes of success view the end point from the starting point
They see gain from the loss
they see love from hatred
From the back, they see the front

Eyes of success are never closed but stay open
When the eyelids close, the brain opens
They see life from death
Eyes of success are successful eyes.

By Lizwi Damoyi

The Almighty God

When life seems to be dark
He brings light
When the sun sets
He brings the moon
When enemies strike
He becomes the shield
When I fall
He pulls me up
When today becomes dull
He bring brightness to the future
When I despair
He injects me with hope
When I am dumb
He gives me words
When I am thirsty
He becomes my water
When I’m hungry
He is my food
He is my everything
He is Alpha
He is Omega

By: LM Damoyi

Young and Wanted

Craaaack! Cra-a-a-a-ck!
The hard shell broke
The young emerged
Glamorous and precious

The mother smiled
Overwhelmed with joy
At long last; the incubation period
had ended with delight
What is the name of the newborn?
“Democracy!!” Exclaimed the mother
With Glee
The hungry lion salivated
Wishing to make his feast from the young one

The Eagles, Hawks and Vultures flocked around the scene
The Owl was hopeful that it would
get its chance when the night fell
The jackal in sheep skin tried to sneak into the scene
He had no chance because even the Sheep
had no chance

The mother, cautiously pampered the baby
The news spread like wild fire
Admirers and Supporters came from around the world
To re-enforce the security and welfare
of the youngone

STAY ALLERT!
The enemies have not surrendered
They are gathering behind the fence
Looking for the weak spot
Where they can pierce the hole
Get in and destroy the baby

By: LM Damoyi

Love

Love is a song that is sung by a duet of two hearts
It cannot be heard by anyone except the singers themselves
The lyrics are in the actions
The blending is in the feeling between the two

The beat is given by the love pulse that connects the two
The conductor is the eyes
and words are the accompaniment
The tune is maintained by mutual respect

The resonance is in commitment
The sustainment is in understanding
The pitch is faithfulness
And the audience is the lovers themselves

Love is a story that cannot be told
the book of which cannot be read by anyone
One needs special eyes to read the book
Those are the eyes of love

You cannot hear the love story
Unless you have the ears of love
You may not understand love
Unless you have the brain of love

Love can only be tasted by those with love taste buds
Love can only be felt by loving hearts
Love cannot be stolen or disposed of
Love can be fragile, Handle with care!

By: L M Damoyi

The secret

When I see you, I know you don’t know
You don’t know that I know
I know something you don’t know
I know something you think I don’t know

You can look at me
but you cannot see it
You can touch me
but you cannot feel it

In the middle of the night, when everyone is fast asleep
I am wide awake
Thinking about the secret
How long will I endure this torment?

Should I tell or not?
Why must I tell?
Whom should I tell?
When should I tell?

What will happen if I tell my secret?
Will anyone listen to me?
Will anyone believe me?
Will anyone ever trust me again?

For how long will I keep the secret
So long I have kept the secret
So long I have not told anyone
So long I have endured the torment of my secret

But now, Secret my bosom friend
You no longer want to stay in my bosom
You no longer need me as your friend
You have turned into my enemy

Oh! My Secret my friend
Why do you want to leave me?
Will anyone accept me when you dump me?
You have turned my life into misery

Why must I keep you
when you no longer need me?
I have lived with you for so many years
How will I live after parting ways with you?

But finally, I will have to let you go
Eventually I will cut ties with you
At last I will set myself free from your iron grip
Finally they will know that I knew

Oh! Please leave me in peace
Get out of my life
I know there’s life after you
You! Cruel Secret, leave me alone

I can live happily without you
There will be new life without you
Oh! At last I could let my years’ secret out
Now I am free!

By: Lizwi Mduduzi Damoyi

The poor man's son

He did not choose to be
His parent’s fate made him to be
He is the heir to his father’s misfortunes
That is how the world judges him
His potential is limited to his father’s
That is what the world expects of him

He and poverty are inseparable
That is how the word views him
Buttered bread is his dream food
Attending a decent school is his wish
though he knows it is far away
That is what the world imposes to him

Look at his bare feet crushing the frost
as he climbs the mountain to his supposed nearest school
Only insane person would call that a school before seeing
those little unfortunate ones emerging from it
Hungry as he is, he is determined to learn
That is what the world offers him

Look at his eyes; they are appealing for justice
To free him from the tight grip of the claws of misery
cast upon by merciless history makers
He finds it difficult to detach from his past
because he cannot connect to the future
That is what the world gives him.

By: Lizwi Damoyi
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