http://slow.writerscafe.org/Xtdo The original writings of author Sibusiso Xtdo Gama en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036256 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Listen to the rhythm of my speech,And the melody of my diction.Have I exhumed the rampant,Dead and dormant attraction?Have I pernetrated the oak membrane,And insanely materialised sanity?Or is it wood work?No, don't utter davelish, lovely words. Nor do you uproar.Use you mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1624533/ I am very fond of death,Than to propel without love.I've got this Ish going on,Honey alone i'm just a momish,I am hungry for love,But your saliva is my favourite dish.Come on skipper, Love is nor english.Be delicate with this ship,What are those boobish on your chest?I have t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1590953/     He dives intothe night and tastes the colours of darkness;    Heremains in disguise of the web of darkness,   Like a black spider, star burst horn baboon spider.   Grounded by the white stringed haphazard web of darkness   And h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1430409/ It is facile to distort a summer’s rod, but at times thorns impede the possibilities.Time is the only non-renewable but eternally existing resource, however wise use of such an article is highly prescribed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1428473/  When the vintagetrees wilt ahead And the native pillar wallskeep tumbling down,The silence is so loud andclouding while tracing the mystery books of history,And the future gales on hands of oldvanilla grey hairs,Who proclaim they see more with theireyes c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1428469/                             My eyes turn to red love balloons,               &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1411060/                        Wathint’abafazi  wantint’ imbokodo?                  Bay’bamba ishis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1410801/ Why would a baby hold on to a teddy bear?Why do people appreciate hugs?Post this poem... What my eyes has never seen,My hands will hold, Of what I've never witnessed, stories will be told,Too many fragile and vacant hearts,But less honest hands to hold.Yet too many sweethearts th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1377384/                                                   Not y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1372197/ coming sooner http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1368413/ My QuotesThis life is full of disorder, in order for you to put yourlife in order, think broader; let your imagination cross that border. You have enough toworry about, so just humour them when they rumour you!When you keep on falling, remember we borrowed the grip frommonkeys, bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1368408/ My QuotesIf lifewas the collection of rocks, despite all the boulders one has collected peoplewould still ascribe it to the gravel particles lost along the way.Adeceitful and secretive government is like a sewage system, all the s**t ishidden but it stinks upon realization.Iffa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1366741/ Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce.Look at me, I can dance.I am not drunk,Just only a bit tipsy,I am chemically off balance!From roses to doses,They did, they do and are done watering roses with alcohol.Since I was conceived methanol constitutes my blood and that disturbs my devotion.She had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1364321/ This poem addresses the Nigerian saga of kidnapped girls" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1362046/ coming soon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1362033/ The abstract world merge withreality,An angel dives into the pond of my imaginationAnd she keeps me pondering,Today I know angels have gotfriends.She takes me from a to z, and sets meon a roller costa with the act,Sister boss lady kind of act.I am confused,I never fantasize.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1360965/ this poem, singles out from a poem i've written and got Aethereal coming up with this one and gave it to me to keep it, enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1360566/ this is a Zulu poem, where by a lady regrets all the bad she has done, but at the same time consoling her self that all the deeds will not bring her down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1359981/                         I want to.                    I want to sing  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1359682/ "This poem Was Written by the Best of Margaret Sebetha, I am only the inheritor" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1358490/                    It’s nowhere nearbeing about the wage                       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1357984/                             What’s with the fuss?                &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1349809/ I am…The people’s poet,The divisor betweenthe good and the badS.J.GAMAXtdo, the son of DaGama I am…Gama the mostpenetrative rays of the magnetic spectrum,Said to have theshortest wavelength but my voice reaches out for eternity.I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1349447/ No! Stupidity is not a disability normentality but morality,It is brain turbidity, reasoning mortality.It is what we chose to be.In this life you can be what ever you wantto be,Don’t let go spike like a bee. Your orientation determines your destination,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1349422/ His heart is bleeding,Stubbed by the desireof leading,Histhoughts out of his range,                                &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1348986/ This poem is about an angelic gal that a boy meets and cannot explain what he sees, he tries to get her sister to help him cope with the love burning inside and he is all cheesy about the situation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1348979/ Into this ocean oflove we might have dived too deep,Your attention hasturned into a stampede, like a cockpit it impedes my reel.Undercover lover it’sgame over, our long sleeve nights has turned into a pull over, This lane of love isover, roll over all the memories and step .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1348966/ this poem is sacarstic about life events such that it promotes the doing but actually trying to hult them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1348905/ Dearfriend...Oh! So I see thetrend. Keep smiling at my betrayal…Keep boasting with denial…My mixed emotions will one dayblend,Bleep and blemish until itbleeds, my heart will pound.I had anticipated before it crashinto ashes, like fiberglass,It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344300/ In pain, it was almostlike she’s insaneIn vain, her wordssuggested he must run.In the rain, with nosympathy but only a gunThe man, had alreadytriggered three into the mumIn the rain, themother was shouting, scoutingThe man, was going foranother .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344048/ In front of me was apaper and a shaking pen!My mind set out toscan the extremesWhen I look around,out of my eyes I seeJust below and abovethe sea, I see Ignorance to the CI see, high momentsleading away from the OOh no! You see, whatmakes ice to be nice i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344043/ Not the belovedherself,True love is for thetreasure,Not for the cofferthat contains it. The real beloved is thatone who is unique,Who is his beginningand his end.Whose name shall becalled just before he comes.When he finds thatone,He will n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344038/  Witness their faces,soft like laces,With asmile that fades away as they look away.Sing meno song about companion,I havegot nothing to say, but to stay lay.Let’ssway our way through the day,For oneday will be another day. For oncewe will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344033/ this poem begings with a well know quote , by anonymoys and it builds from it addressing god and thanking him fro all the good he does for us while still apologising for our bad attitudes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344027/ We are the flora.Pals are the litho andthe reapers.Your heart is a corethat would not open to any tour.Every time the floratries to grow the litho keeps on expanding and shrinking Each time leaving ourroots exposed, to whatever that looks to end us,Every time the flor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344022/ I just know it is lovethat I feel.When my eyes open toyour brain, My tears pour intoyour sympathy,Like the rain pouringto earth. When my ears open tothe melody of your voiceWhen my mouth opens toyour heart, My touch triggers body spasms of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xtdo/1344021/