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Waters of My Imaginations

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In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail
Equilibrium of my soul speaks a voice
In the centre of a storm with no choice

Tingles under my feet scratch, scratch and scratch
Scratch yet was in the wound to patch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the centre of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
From the dungeon pits rises a storm of heated noise
With which looms memories of days with the boys

No matter how many days how many sleepless nights I search
Like a ripe egg I still want to hatch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the centre of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
The steepness of the road
The heaviness of the load

On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
Cough, cough I choke from the intense filth
A mouthful of viscid mucus becomes my cough remedy

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail

Legodile “Dredd X” Seganabeng

Featured Poem:

Your Voice

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The sound of your voice
Leaves me with no choice
But to rejoice
Your voice echoes in the hemispheres of my brain
Like sharp yet gentle drops of the rain
It balances the left and the right to perfect meditation
Synchronising our spirits with a deep flow of emotion
As you speak your voice pierces through my ears
The wind that sweeps away all my fears
Your voice speaks in tongues only you and I can understand
Your voice sends us to our own wonderland
A dreamland architecture(d) by God’s hand
Your voice resonates with peace, love and harmony
Your voice proves that we’ll never know sorrow or agony
As you speak your voice sails me to the edges of hallucination
Your voice is the only way to my emancipation
The drug of tranquillity coursing through my veins
Gently driving away all my pains
And breaking up all these chains
Keep on speaking and free my spirit
Heaven knows that I need it
Talk-talk and let me hear your tongue click-click
When you speak even the clock ceases to tick
Melodious as it is, your voice could have been a guitar lick
A harmonious blend of jazz and blues,
That’s what your voice is
It reflects the beauty that extols nature
So let’s talk about our future
Your voice reveals that our path is clear
As you whisper sweet words into my ear
Words that clatter like the hooves of a jubilant horse
Unbelievable that they come from a human source
Your voice is like the tiny giggle of a golden bell
Leaving me captivated by the magic of your spell
Breathe in, breathe out
And listen to what it’s about
Your voice scatters seeds of happiness
In the garden of our togetherness
The fire that warms up the cold winter
Like diamonds in the black sky you will always glitter
To you I bow
So hear me now
When you speak, I’m left with no choice but to worship your voice
Because in your voice, I rejoice

dredd x

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Biography

Legodile Seganabeng hails from the village of Tonota, Botswana. Seganabeng is a recorded poet, spoken word performer, published writer, guitarist and fine artist.

His interest in writing began during his high school days. He holds a Bachelor of Technology Degree in Fine Art from the University of Johannesburg, South Africa. He also holds a Diploma in Creative Writing. He is currently a senior secondary school teacher of Art & Design with specialties in printmaking, photography and graphics. As a freelance writer, he has published several articles in local and international newspapers and magazines.

Seganabeng is founder and chairperson of the Maun based Poetavango Spoken Word Poetry movement. With his Poetavango team, he has brought to the country an annual poetry and literature gala dubbed the Maun International Poetry Festival. In 2010, he won the Bessie Head Literature Award in the short story category. The book, The Moon has Eyes and Other Stories was published in 2011 by Pentagon Publishers, Botswana. On performance stages, Seganabeng is known exclusively as Dredd X. His poetry album, Poetic Mediations, is due for release soon.

Other than performances in local festivals, Seganabeng performed at the Jozi Spoken Word Fest in 2008, Johannesburg. Before then, he regularly performed with the Timbila collective in Johannesburg between 2002 and 2004. Alongside a renowned South African poet Zwesh Fi Kush, Dredd X has performed at the Oppikoppi Festival in Pretoria 2003. He also curtain raised for the Jamaican poet Mutabaruka and was part of a symposium facilitated by Linton Kwesi Johnson (UK) and Jessica Care Moore (USA) in Newtown, South Africa, in 2005.

In early 2012, his poem Effects of Goodbye was featured, alongside poems by 13 other Batswana poets, in a prestigious literary journal, Prairie Schooner, a publication out of the University of Nebraska.

Legodile “Dredd X” Seganabeng

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dredd x

Biography

Legodile Seganabeng hails from the village of Tonota, Botswana. Seganabeng is a recorded poet, spoken word performer, published writer, guitarist and fine artist.

His interest in writing began during his high school days. He holds a Bachelor of Technology Degree in Fine Art from the University of Johannesburg, South Africa. He also holds a Diploma in Creative Writing. He is currently a senior secondary school teacher of Art & Design with specialties in printmaking, photography and graphics. As a freelance writer, he has published several articles in local and international newspapers and magazines.

Seganabeng is founder and chairperson of the Maun based Poetavango Spoken Word Poetry movement. With his Poetavango team, he has brought to the country an annual poetry and literature gala dubbed the Maun International Poetry Festival. In 2010, he won the Bessie Head Literature Award in the short story category. The book, The Moon has Eyes and Other Stories was published in 2011 by Pentagon Publishers, Botswana. On performance stages, Seganabeng is known exclusively as Dredd X. His poetry album, Poetic Mediations, is due for release soon.

Other than performances in local festivals, Seganabeng performed at the Jozi Spoken Word Fest in 2008, Johannesburg. Before then, he regularly performed with the Timbila collective in Johannesburg between 2002 and 2004. Alongside a renowned South African poet Zwesh Fi Kush, Dredd X has performed at the Oppikoppi Festival in Pretoria 2003. He also curtain raised for the Jamaican poet Mutabaruka and was part of a symposium facilitated by Linton Kwesi Johnson (UK) and Jessica Care Moore (USA) in Newtown, South Africa, in 2005.

In early 2012, his poem Effects of Goodbye was featured, alongside poems by 13 other Batswana poets, in a prestigious literary journal, Prairie Schooner, a publication out of the University of Nebraska.

Waters of My Imaginations

Enlarge poem

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail
Equilibrium of my soul speaks a voice
In the centre of a storm with no choice

Tingles under my feet scratch, scratch and scratch
Scratch yet was in the wound to patch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the centre of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
From the dungeon pits rises a storm of heated noise
With which looms memories of days with the boys

No matter how many days how many sleepless nights I search
Like a ripe egg I still want to hatch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the centre of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
The steepness of the road
The heaviness of the load

On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
Cough, cough I choke from the intense filth
A mouthful of viscid mucus becomes my cough remedy

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail

Featured Poem:

Your Voice

Enlarge poem

The sound of your voice
Leaves me with no choice
But to rejoice
Your voice echoes in the hemispheres of my brain
Like sharp yet gentle drops of the rain
It balances the left and the right to perfect meditation
Synchronising our spirits with a deep flow of emotion
As you speak your voice pierces through my ears
The wind that sweeps away all my fears
Your voice speaks in tongues only you and I can understand
Your voice sends us to our own wonderland
A dreamland architecture(d) by God’s hand
Your voice resonates with peace, love and harmony
Your voice proves that we’ll never know sorrow or agony
As you speak your voice sails me to the edges of hallucination
Your voice is the only way to my emancipation
The drug of tranquillity coursing through my veins
Gently driving away all my pains
And breaking up all these chains
Keep on speaking and free my spirit
Heaven knows that I need it
Talk-talk and let me hear your tongue click-click
When you speak even the clock ceases to tick
Melodious as it is, your voice could have been a guitar lick
A harmonious blend of jazz and blues,
That’s what your voice is
It reflects the beauty that extols nature
So let’s talk about our future
Your voice reveals that our path is clear
As you whisper sweet words into my ear
Words that clatter like the hooves of a jubilant horse
Unbelievable that they come from a human source
Your voice is like the tiny giggle of a golden bell
Leaving me captivated by the magic of your spell
Breathe in, breathe out
And listen to what it’s about
Your voice scatters seeds of happiness
In the garden of our togetherness
The fire that warms up the cold winter
Like diamonds in the black sky you will always glitter
To you I bow
So hear me now
When you speak, I’m left with no choice but to worship your voice
Because in your voice, I rejoice

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (3)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Waters of My Imaginations

Enlarge poem

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail
Equilibrium of my soul speaks a voice
In the centre of a storm with no choice

Tingles under my feet scratch, scratch and scratch
Scratch yet was in the wound to patch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the centre of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
From the dungeon pits rises a storm of heated noise
With which looms memories of days with the boys

No matter how many days how many sleepless nights I search
Like a ripe egg I still want to hatch
Inner being pulls outward with no sight
And the centre of life pulls in a stance to fight
The stance to fight
Without a sight

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
The steepness of the road
The heaviness of the load

On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
On and on and on and on the feet keep beating
Keep beating the hard dry dusty miles
Cough, cough I choke from the intense filth
A mouthful of viscid mucus becomes my cough remedy

In the waters of my imaginations I sail
A man of divine authority on my neck balancing a pail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
An innocent prisoner denied bail
In the waters of my imaginations I sail
Like a fish amid the ripples without fail

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