Formin’ sweet satires on spotless papers,
Coatin’ curses ‘neath and ‘hind words
Cautiously chosen from antique lexicons.

Each of ‘em reveals life’s woes and solaces,
Yet unwrapping elating images in colorful verses,
--Planting sense onto moral stances--

Most deal with magic of verbs, lavish rhymes
Just to lure favour from society of beowned
Paranormal poetic propriety.
Yet in dire failure to enchant hearts of professionals,
Least of which desire to share essence and pearls
of their God-given talent with their verse-spells.

“Truth first, a juicy rhythmic flow follow’d
By thorough rhyming hum ,” echoed one
Aged poet on his work of expression.

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Finger Gauze | Cara Furniss
Do We Call This Our Home | Previn Pillay
Helen of Troy |Carlos Roberto de Souza
I Am Not Who You Think I Am | Matthew
Life Is So Fragile | Luyolo Mkentane
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Ndiboleken' Indlebe | Unathi Tshazi