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Hazel Tobo

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This is
This is the beginning of these
Conscious mysteries so
Throw in your ears as my virtual poet draws
On the opportunity to feed you
These intrigue melodies go on as if
Agony poundeth my greased ears
Of peasants living in this lifetime
Pleading
Yelling
Begging for dear life and comfort
And you contemplate those soft seeds
Aligned to the mountains of food for the
Nourishment of thy bodies?
Just when you’ve painted out a clear image
to lie to your eyes
I utter these simple rather shocking phrases
These peasants beg for life in poetry
Poetry’s comfort –
my, your haven
As sewage passages roam thy mind
You’re falling calling me
And then goes the call to remind
Inadequate to die young as late as possible
But you blindfold me; you blindfold me
Un-blindfold me
So I can see the truth behind
Air based melodies that drift with my consciousness
And paths of righteousness
To poetry in motion
Your aural destination lies within books
Eternity is this thing I grew out of
when my own moralities pushed and pulled
towards those imprinted initiatives
Must be those overheated breezes
warming my mind as I come to realize
That I’ve been too loyal to reality
and now it’s just time to let it burn
Burn
Burn into ashes that cover my wrong turns
Those mis-checks me and my soul created
when poetry grew into soul food
But I am ruthless
I turn blind to books that try to teach me how to write this

So this is this is
This is the beginning of these
Conscious mysteries so
Throw in your ears as my virtual poet draws
On the opportunity to feed you

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  1. The writer is exceptionally beautiful in words and thoughts. Never has there ever been a poet of her calibre. I love her

    LMG
  2. The writer is exceptionally beautiful in both words and thoughts. Never has there ever been a poet of her calibre. Her distinctive character and her unwillingness to conform puts her above the rest of such in her league, I love her.

    Luxolo Mduduzi G Mafumana

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Biography

Hazel Tobo also known as Fasaha Mshairi was born in Tembisa Gauteng but grew up in Polokwane Limpopo. She started writing at the age of 11 and writing has since grown into a great passion. She has a published an audio book entitled Have we put out the fire? compiled in collaboration with SHINDIG AWE. She has performed at a number of events in her home province Limpopo, including Kgorong Poetry and Sound, Arts summit, Woman’s Conference, and Fire on the Mountain Annual Festival.

She has also performed outside of Limpopo; she slammed at the 2014 Windybrow Theater Freedom Friday Poetry Festival, she has also taken part in UJ’s events as a resident poet, performed at The Izimbongi Festival 2013 and Poetry Africa Slam 2013. She plays the recorder and harmonica and also does photography as a hobby

Hazel Tobo

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1948195_4130405035871_295245514_n

Biography

Hazel Tobo also known as Fasaha Mshairi was born in Tembisa Gauteng but grew up in Polokwane Limpopo. She started writing at the age of 11 and writing has since grown into a great passion. She has a published an audio book entitled Have we put out the fire? compiled in collaboration with SHINDIG AWE. She has performed at a number of events in her home province Limpopo, including Kgorong Poetry and Sound, Arts summit, Woman’s Conference, and Fire on the Mountain Annual Festival.

She has also performed outside of Limpopo; she slammed at the 2014 Windybrow Theater Freedom Friday Poetry Festival, she has also taken part in UJ’s events as a resident poet, performed at The Izimbongi Festival 2013 and Poetry Africa Slam 2013. She plays the recorder and harmonica and also does photography as a hobby

Featured Poem:

No title

Enlarge poem

This is
This is the beginning of these
Conscious mysteries so
Throw in your ears as my virtual poet draws
On the opportunity to feed you
These intrigue melodies go on as if
Agony poundeth my greased ears
Of peasants living in this lifetime
Pleading
Yelling
Begging for dear life and comfort
And you contemplate those soft seeds
Aligned to the mountains of food for the
Nourishment of thy bodies?
Just when you’ve painted out a clear image
to lie to your eyes
I utter these simple rather shocking phrases
These peasants beg for life in poetry
Poetry’s comfort –
my, your haven
As sewage passages roam thy mind
You’re falling calling me
And then goes the call to remind
Inadequate to die young as late as possible
But you blindfold me; you blindfold me
Un-blindfold me
So I can see the truth behind
Air based melodies that drift with my consciousness
And paths of righteousness
To poetry in motion
Your aural destination lies within books
Eternity is this thing I grew out of
when my own moralities pushed and pulled
towards those imprinted initiatives
Must be those overheated breezes
warming my mind as I come to realize
That I’ve been too loyal to reality
and now it’s just time to let it burn
Burn
Burn into ashes that cover my wrong turns
Those mis-checks me and my soul created
when poetry grew into soul food
But I am ruthless
I turn blind to books that try to teach me how to write this

So this is this is
This is the beginning of these
Conscious mysteries so
Throw in your ears as my virtual poet draws
On the opportunity to feed you

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Comments

  1. The writer is exceptionally beautiful in words and thoughts. Never has there ever been a poet of her calibre. I love her

    LMG
  2. The writer is exceptionally beautiful in both words and thoughts. Never has there ever been a poet of her calibre. Her distinctive character and her unwillingness to conform puts her above the rest of such in her league, I love her.

    Luxolo Mduduzi G Mafumana

Your email address will not be published.