After dark when Greyhounds bark
Your smile lights up a spark
Bringing light in this cold hearted darkness of my...
Soul overwhelmed by selfishness
My poetic verse creates tolerance
Against dark forces resistance to innocence
I'm tired of this nonsence.
Ignorance is a disease and it's controlled by your bliss
Like the feeling of your lips when you indulge in that sensual kiss
Jerk of all trades but master with no skills
I prescribe cortisone pills to elevate your soul to a mood of euphoria
Like a King-pin Hustler spinning on chromium wheels
Flying high like a prostitute on stilleto heels.
K NGUDU: NguduThePoet:
Copyrights Reserved: Cc 06/2011
Sunday 18 December 2011
After dark when Greyhounds bark
Your smile lights up a spark
Bringing light in this cold hearted darkness of my...
Soul overwhelmed by selfishness
My poetic verse creates tolerance
Against dark forces resistance to innocence
I'm tired of this nonsence.
Ignorance is a disease and it's controlled by your bliss
Like the feeling of your lips when you indulge in that sensual kiss
Jerk of all trades but master with no skills
I prescribe cortisone pills to elevate your soul to a mood of euphoria
Like a King-pin Hustler spinning on chromium wheels
Flying high like a prostitute on stilleto heels.
K NGUDU: NguduThePoet:
Copyrights Reserved: Cc 06/2011
Your smile lights up a spark
Bringing light in this cold hearted darkness of my...
Soul overwhelmed by selfishness
My poetic verse creates tolerance
Against dark forces resistance to innocence
I'm tired of this nonsence.
Ignorance is a disease and it's controlled by your bliss
Like the feeling of your lips when you indulge in that sensual kiss
Jerk of all trades but master with no skills
I prescribe cortisone pills to elevate your soul to a mood of euphoria
Like a King-pin Hustler spinning on chromium wheels
Flying high like a prostitute on stilleto heels.
K NGUDU: NguduThePoet:
Copyrights Reserved: Cc 06/2011
Thursday 1 December 2011
HIP HOP + POETRY OPEN MIC: HAJILA ALL STARS
BLESSINGS AND GREETINGS TO YOU ALL
A TIGHT LINE UP OF CAPE TOWN'S FINEST POETS & MC'S HAS BEEN PUT UP FOR THE ALL STARS HIP HOP+ POETRY OPEN MIC SESSION AND IT'S GONNA BE BIGG!
VENUE: THE LOUNGE; OBZERVATORY; CAPE TOWN; SOUTH AFRICA
DATE : SATURDAY 10 DECEMBER 2011
TIME : 20H00 TILL 02HOO
HOST : HAJILA MOVEMENT & HAJILA ALL STARS
FOR MORE DETAILS VISIT "HAJILA ALL STARS" ON FACEBOOK OR EVEN HOLLA AT ME ON FACEBOOK AND/TWITTER @NGUDUTHEPOET .... WORD!
SEE Y'ALL THERE!!!
A TIGHT LINE UP OF CAPE TOWN'S FINEST POETS & MC'S HAS BEEN PUT UP FOR THE ALL STARS HIP HOP+ POETRY OPEN MIC SESSION AND IT'S GONNA BE BIGG!
VENUE: THE LOUNGE; OBZERVATORY; CAPE TOWN; SOUTH AFRICA
DATE : SATURDAY 10 DECEMBER 2011
TIME : 20H00 TILL 02HOO
HOST : HAJILA MOVEMENT & HAJILA ALL STARS
FOR MORE DETAILS VISIT "HAJILA ALL STARS" ON FACEBOOK OR EVEN HOLLA AT ME ON FACEBOOK AND/TWITTER @NGUDUTHEPOET .... WORD!
SEE Y'ALL THERE!!!
Thursday 10 November 2011
HYPNOTISED
I AM AN OPEN RESTLESS FEUD
KEPT IN A TOMB
THAT WAS CONCIEVED BY A BURREN WOMB,
I AM A NEUTRALISED VERSION OF A NUCLEAR BOMB
A RASTA WITHOUT A BONG
A KONG WITHOUT A HONG
THE LAST NOTE OF A SONG
A COCK WITHOUT A BANG
A NIGGA WIHOUT A SLANG,
I NEVER LET MY PANTS SAGG
BECAUSE I'VE GOT A DIFFERENT MEANING OF SWAGG.
I AM A MASKED MAN
I AM SURROUNDED BY WALLS WITH LAUGHING HOLES,
CORNERS PACKED WITH
FRIENDLY FOES AND SORBID HOES
WHO HUSTLE HARDER FOR BLOOD, CASH AND MONEY TO THEM ANYTHING GOES
MEGA ZILLION GOALS ARE ACHIEVED EVERY TIME AN INNOCENT SOUL FALLS.
I AM A HUMAN WONDER
WITH ME GOD MADE A BLUNDER
AS NATURE TENDS TO UNFOLD AS IT SHOULD
AND WE CALL IT A NATURAL WONDER
I GET TO WONDER
WONDER WHY MY STOMACH GRUMBLES LIKE THUNDER
THEN I REALISE THAT POETRY FEEDS MY HUNGER!
KEPT IN A TOMB
THAT WAS CONCIEVED BY A BURREN WOMB,
I AM A NEUTRALISED VERSION OF A NUCLEAR BOMB
A RASTA WITHOUT A BONG
A KONG WITHOUT A HONG
THE LAST NOTE OF A SONG
A COCK WITHOUT A BANG
A NIGGA WIHOUT A SLANG,
I NEVER LET MY PANTS SAGG
BECAUSE I'VE GOT A DIFFERENT MEANING OF SWAGG.
I AM A MASKED MAN
I AM SURROUNDED BY WALLS WITH LAUGHING HOLES,
CORNERS PACKED WITH
FRIENDLY FOES AND SORBID HOES
WHO HUSTLE HARDER FOR BLOOD, CASH AND MONEY TO THEM ANYTHING GOES
MEGA ZILLION GOALS ARE ACHIEVED EVERY TIME AN INNOCENT SOUL FALLS.
I AM A HUMAN WONDER
WITH ME GOD MADE A BLUNDER
AS NATURE TENDS TO UNFOLD AS IT SHOULD
AND WE CALL IT A NATURAL WONDER
I GET TO WONDER
WONDER WHY MY STOMACH GRUMBLES LIKE THUNDER
THEN I REALISE THAT POETRY FEEDS MY HUNGER!
Tuesday 1 November 2011
#TwitPicYourBabyPicture on Twitpic
My Son, My Never Dying inspiration#TwitPicYourBabyPicture on Twitpic
Saturday 29 October 2011
Friday 21 October 2011
WHAT' UP BLACK MAN?
African man, Melanin man, What' up black man?
Are you still content with your social domain?
They call you an animal instead of a man
Black man, African man, Melanin man What' up black man?
What's the politics with the size of your dick?
You appear physically strong but you're emoyionally weak
In moments of emotion you find it hard to speak
Your heart is as solid as a brick
You even turned homosexual in persuit of a hole to insert your dick
But you act all homophobic when you see me in my skinny jeans
You care more about having an anaconda size dick
But you think with your nuts 'cause you have a peanut size brain
Nigga are you nutts?
What' up black man?
Who is the man now black man?
You left your household and abandoned your family and kids for a bottle of henessey, four beers and sexual ecstacy
Forsaken the love and respect of the woman who loves you for a difficult easy access inbetween the thighs of an exploited woman in the streets of Hillbrow
No protection, imperfect perfection now you have to see your reflection
A broken reflection of an African man, Melanin man, What' up black man?
No leaders, no anchors, no fucking light in our community
Because infront of our eyes black man has lost his dignity
Ironic enough I am a black man with an opportunity
An opportunity to conscientise the community
Through poetry and art I am a respected man in society.
Black men with english cut suits and BEE ties
Fronting to be business men with a fancy title of BEE's
But exposing their asses in office scandals, fraud and curruption scams
From hundredaires to millionaires in a blink of an eye through the process of tenderpreneurs
Fuck this has been going on for years...
Are you still content with your social domain?
They call you an animal instead of a man
Black man, African man, Melanin man What' up black man?
What's the politics with the size of your dick?
You appear physically strong but you're emoyionally weak
In moments of emotion you find it hard to speak
Your heart is as solid as a brick
You even turned homosexual in persuit of a hole to insert your dick
But you act all homophobic when you see me in my skinny jeans
You care more about having an anaconda size dick
But you think with your nuts 'cause you have a peanut size brain
Nigga are you nutts?
What' up black man?
Who is the man now black man?
You left your household and abandoned your family and kids for a bottle of henessey, four beers and sexual ecstacy
Forsaken the love and respect of the woman who loves you for a difficult easy access inbetween the thighs of an exploited woman in the streets of Hillbrow
No protection, imperfect perfection now you have to see your reflection
A broken reflection of an African man, Melanin man, What' up black man?
No leaders, no anchors, no fucking light in our community
Because infront of our eyes black man has lost his dignity
Ironic enough I am a black man with an opportunity
An opportunity to conscientise the community
Through poetry and art I am a respected man in society.
Black men with english cut suits and BEE ties
Fronting to be business men with a fancy title of BEE's
But exposing their asses in office scandals, fraud and curruption scams
From hundredaires to millionaires in a blink of an eye through the process of tenderpreneurs
Fuck this has been going on for years...
Wednesday 19 October 2011
HOW TO START A GOOD DAY
START EACH AND EVERYDAY WITH A PRAYER,CONVERSE WITH GOD AND TAKE TIME TO DELIVER THAT PRAYER FOR IT IS YOUR ONLY SOURCE OF STRENGTH...
QUOTE 4 THE DAY:
A BLIND MAN CANNOT SEE BUT HAS A VISION, IF YOU CAN SEE BUT HAVE NO VISION THEN YOU ARE LIVING A LIFE WITHOUT PURPOSE... K Ngudu
Friday 14 October 2011
UNTOLD STORIES
Feel the echo of her cry and hear her pain oozing
She's crying endless tears her soul is broosing
It's been going on for years now she's tired of losing
That's why at the end of day she started using
'Cause the icon she looked up to started boozing
This is a sad life story of a young sunflower blooming
Where life's lies, twisted views and lures came upon her as a serpent
Raping her of her prospects of life's eternal blissful living
She's an emotional wreck
'Cause from her home they turned their back
She can't even go back
'Cause she also turned her back
Now she's stuck with a fatherless on her back
That's why she lost all hope 'cause her life and future is black...
By: K Ngudu
She's crying endless tears her soul is broosing
It's been going on for years now she's tired of losing
That's why at the end of day she started using
'Cause the icon she looked up to started boozing
This is a sad life story of a young sunflower blooming
Where life's lies, twisted views and lures came upon her as a serpent
Raping her of her prospects of life's eternal blissful living
She's an emotional wreck
'Cause from her home they turned their back
She can't even go back
'Cause she also turned her back
Now she's stuck with a fatherless on her back
That's why she lost all hope 'cause her life and future is black...
By: K Ngudu
Thursday 13 October 2011
SAD SONNET
I NEVER FELT LIKE THIS
EVER SINCE I WAS BORN
NOW I WILL MISS
BECAUSE SHE IS GONE
I CAN'T MEND MY BROKEN HEART
'CAUSE SOME PIECES ARE LOST AND MISSING
IT'S SUCH A WORK OF ART
'CAUSE FROM NOW ON I WON'T BE KISSING
IT'S BAD LUCK
BECAUSE I'M ALONE
WHEN DOGS BUCK
ME, I MOAN
BECAUSE SHE LEFT ME ALONE
WITH A BROKEN HEART ALONE.
BY: K NGUDU
EVER SINCE I WAS BORN
NOW I WILL MISS
BECAUSE SHE IS GONE
I CAN'T MEND MY BROKEN HEART
'CAUSE SOME PIECES ARE LOST AND MISSING
IT'S SUCH A WORK OF ART
'CAUSE FROM NOW ON I WON'T BE KISSING
IT'S BAD LUCK
BECAUSE I'M ALONE
WHEN DOGS BUCK
ME, I MOAN
BECAUSE SHE LEFT ME ALONE
WITH A BROKEN HEART ALONE.
BY: K NGUDU
Wednesday 12 October 2011
Latest Update
NguduThePoet is currently busy on a new project, he is busy compiling all of his poetry scriptures into an anthology with the assistance of a UK based book publisher.
It is still early days to give detailed info on when the book will be launched and what the title will be but be sure to tune in because I will continuously keep you posted and updated with all the developments.
Tuesday 4 October 2011
Sunday 18 September 2011
S.A Poetry Slam
Catch me battling out in a Poetry Slam at Fugard Theatre on the 24th of September from 16:00 till 17:00, entrance is free, the Slam session is brought to you by Bulelwa Basse (Lyrical Base Project) in association with the British Council, come through and enjoy Poetry, raw and uncutt...
Monday 12 September 2011
HERITAGE MONTH
The month of September is know as Heritage month nationally and a lot of events will be taking place in celebration of our diverse cultures and heritage as a nation. I NguduThePoet will also be observing this month through related articles, poetry and event updates here in this blog so make sure you don't get left behind.
NguduThePoet blogspot encourages you to post any content related to the theme of Heritage in this month of September and more than welcome are "short stories", "poems" and "articles" written and embracing our indigenous languages.
I would also like to take this moment and honor the life of a great revolutionary and visionary, the leader of the "BLACK CONSCIOUSNESS MOVEMENT" the late "STEVE BANTU BIKO" who on this day 34yrs ago died in the hands of the Apartheid government for speaking his mind and teaching the truth.
Let us uphold his ideology and live to be an emancipated black people, quoting from baba Steve Bantu Biko himself "THE MOST POTENT WEAPON IN THE HANDS OF THE OPPRESSOR IS THE MIND OF THE OPPRESSED" Let us empower ourselves beautiful people...
NguduThePoet blogspot encourages you to post any content related to the theme of Heritage in this month of September and more than welcome are "short stories", "poems" and "articles" written and embracing our indigenous languages.
I would also like to take this moment and honor the life of a great revolutionary and visionary, the leader of the "BLACK CONSCIOUSNESS MOVEMENT" the late "STEVE BANTU BIKO" who on this day 34yrs ago died in the hands of the Apartheid government for speaking his mind and teaching the truth.
Let us uphold his ideology and live to be an emancipated black people, quoting from baba Steve Bantu Biko himself "THE MOST POTENT WEAPON IN THE HANDS OF THE OPPRESSOR IS THE MIND OF THE OPPRESSED" Let us empower ourselves beautiful people...
Friday 9 September 2011
I AM THE POETIC PROPHET
I am a Poetic Prophet
I speak of Poetic Proverbs
I settle Poetic Protests
I preach the Poetic Gospel
That speaks of Poetic Prospects
I know my poetry's potent
'cause it got poetic content
Derived from poetic concepts
Of greater Poetry Legends.
I am the Poetic Prophet
Who rhymes with Poetry Legends
From all the continent's stages
Writing my poems in pages
Reflects the poetic stages
I've passed through my poetic journey.
My poetry is a remedy
It heals like the herbs that grow on lofty hills
And nourished by flowing river streams
I am!
I am the Poetic Prophet who makes the young girls scream and young men dream
But this is not a dream
I decided to live out of my dream and leave my dream
So that in reality I can live my dream.
I am the Poetic Prophet of wonder
Who makes you realise why you made a blunder
The aim is not to go harder but to go right down under
I am the Poetic Prophet of thunder
Whose poetic verses echo like no other.
I am the Poetic Prophet who is closer than your brother
Caring like your mother and protects you like your father.
I am the Poetic Prophet who elevates your heart and makes your soul cry
I never let no moment pass me by
Because, I am the Poetic Prophet who holds in his right hand the golden trumpet
The same as the one that is blown by the Arch Angels during their sacred moment of worship
I am the Poetic Prophet who holds in his right hand the golden trumpet that horns the harmony of hope,
The symphony of peace and the melody of forever
However! I am not alone
I move and swing and glide with the rhythmic percussion sounds of the African hearted entity
The source of my Poetic Identity
Iingcinga Creative Society
A true force of Poetical Unity.
I speak of Poetic Proverbs
I settle Poetic Protests
I preach the Poetic Gospel
That speaks of Poetic Prospects
I know my poetry's potent
'cause it got poetic content
Derived from poetic concepts
Of greater Poetry Legends.
I am the Poetic Prophet
Who rhymes with Poetry Legends
From all the continent's stages
Writing my poems in pages
Reflects the poetic stages
I've passed through my poetic journey.
My poetry is a remedy
It heals like the herbs that grow on lofty hills
And nourished by flowing river streams
I am!
I am the Poetic Prophet who makes the young girls scream and young men dream
But this is not a dream
I decided to live out of my dream and leave my dream
So that in reality I can live my dream.
I am the Poetic Prophet of wonder
Who makes you realise why you made a blunder
The aim is not to go harder but to go right down under
I am the Poetic Prophet of thunder
Whose poetic verses echo like no other.
I am the Poetic Prophet who is closer than your brother
Caring like your mother and protects you like your father.
I am the Poetic Prophet who elevates your heart and makes your soul cry
I never let no moment pass me by
Because, I am the Poetic Prophet who holds in his right hand the golden trumpet
The same as the one that is blown by the Arch Angels during their sacred moment of worship
I am the Poetic Prophet who holds in his right hand the golden trumpet that horns the harmony of hope,
The symphony of peace and the melody of forever
However! I am not alone
I move and swing and glide with the rhythmic percussion sounds of the African hearted entity
The source of my Poetic Identity
Iingcinga Creative Society
A true force of Poetical Unity.
PROSPECTIVE LOGO
NGUDUK... THE NEW NAME IN SOUTH AFRICAN POETRY
NEW BLOG, NEW LOGO (in working progress)AND NEW CAPTIVATING LITERATURE
THE ART OF THE SPOKEN WORD LIVES, FOR THE WORD LIVED BEFORE MAN AND THE WORLD WAS MADE TO EXIST BY WORD...
Thursday 8 September 2011
I Am Poetry
Hatred is a force of attraction
Between mankind and weapons of destruction
Causing Mass destruction and extaussion
By causing distortion of meaning
Thus demeaning the value of self and worth.
Wrath is raw, rough and round
But in essence wrath is wrong
We're imprisoned by forces unknown
And locked up in alloy chains
So strong as the wrath of the ancestors.
Superstars bump and grind on stage
With a massive energy defining their age
But huff and puff behind the stage
Defying God and that's why there's rage
Beef and grief then wars they wage
While in Talks and Thoughts we Poets engage
That's why we grow wiser as we age...
By: K. Ngudu
Between mankind and weapons of destruction
Causing Mass destruction and extaussion
By causing distortion of meaning
Thus demeaning the value of self and worth.
Wrath is raw, rough and round
But in essence wrath is wrong
We're imprisoned by forces unknown
And locked up in alloy chains
So strong as the wrath of the ancestors.
Superstars bump and grind on stage
With a massive energy defining their age
But huff and puff behind the stage
Defying God and that's why there's rage
Beef and grief then wars they wage
While in Talks and Thoughts we Poets engage
That's why we grow wiser as we age...
By: K. Ngudu
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