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    The Words
    The Words
    The Words
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    The Words

    By Sehloho Piet Rampai

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    The Words is a soul shaking poetry book written by the award winning author, Mr Piet Rampai.
    It is a very powerful poetry book, in this power book the writer applied his incisive and poetic intellect and gifted you (the reader) with poems that will leave you breathless.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSehloho Piet Rampai
    Release dateNov 2, 2019
    ISBN9780992216528
    The Words
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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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      The Words - Sehloho Piet Rampai

      The Words

      The Words

      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

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      Email:[email protected]

      ISBN 978-0-992-21652-8

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      About The Author

      Connect With The Author

      CHAPTER ONE

      A love requested

      A poem called for

      Of gyrating feelings

      And blushing faces

      Melting souls

      And racing hearts.

      A heart-adorned sky

      And pregnant overflowing

      Teary clouds of bliss

      Soul ironed by peace.

      I found love in your ocular

      No need for binoculars

      I have finally found you

      The bone of my bones.

      A part of my destiny

      Cerebral epiphany

      All my voices sing in harmony

      Dancing in elation.

      A ridiculous note

      I sit here

      Alone to the company of my shadow

      Upon the wall

      Calling my name

      A whisper of an ungrateful friend

      The tears creep

      The bones creek

      My stomach churns

      To a moment I scream

      And darkness yells

      The cold feeling inside my soul

      Wanting me to wake from the day dream I

      Fail to sleep

      The due of night

      Makes the day of my sight

      What to do to entertain myself

      Talk to me.

      A wrath full of swords for the of the Lord

      They say wow look at that loser,

      They say hey there goes that goof.

      They say anything that's hurtful as long as it's never the truth,

      All day my ears filled with hatred

      It comes from every known direction,

      As I walk about no way blocking out the endless

      Hurtful words infection

      Lord I cry out unto you,

      You never showed me what to do.

      I can't believe forgiveness by itself will be

      Enough to get me through.

      For though as I volunteered for this at soul,

      I wouldn't dare to see the weight

      Of that this burden wouldn't be too great for

      Me alone to take.

      From out the cosmic womb you formed me.

      In all your limitless perfection.

      But Lord these last few years my endless tears

      Fill up these pools for my reflection.

      All day long pain I be

      All day long pain I be

      My face slapped in shame

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