Poems from thabisonkoana
From the Boiling Point
In the Glory of Morning
Faced with a Stairway to Heaven
We Travel with Gulliver
In Overland Trucks
None shall be...
My words tend to be abrasive
sometimes abusive.
They are painful and will wear you down
it’s like sandpaper versus toilet paper
do...
When Afrika is seen not heard
All mothers mewl for they are so
With Afrika portrayed absurd
A father’s place is soon let go
While Afrika...
I have orated to the lay
about the dangers of AIDS
& how every books page
brings you a step closer to getting paid
I have recited to...
I make music for talk radio
Sounds which bring a sting
You better get strapped in
this is strictly poetry
You’ll find no sixteen bar forms...