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Far Too Close

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It is just a matter of two steps
Then it will bye-bye durkah
And wow! Hi nirvana
Just a matter two steps
And it will be nirvana at last!
A matter of two steps

But in between stands a see-through glass
A hard, wide, tall, deep-rooted glass
Bordering this drought and that feast
Just a matter of two steps
And join in a fray to celebrate

Gladness, progress all beyond the glass
Seen but can’t be touched
A stench of rain but no precipitation
A whiff that cannot fulfill the will
Just a matter of two steps

A stumbling block hard as a rock
Go to the left, it leftens
Go to the right, it rightens
Climb, it heightens
Go underneath, it deepens
Just a matter of two steps

A thirsty walk on the road
Water just two steps ahead
Two steps towards, it moves two steps away
Is this a case of fate postponed?
Or far too close?

Morongwa Matsau

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The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

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Plunged deep into a pool sourced by own eyes
A quest for way out still a work in progress with a dead end
In the midst of darkness the lights have gone off you can’t find the switch
When the future looks so bleak you are about to freak
Need to get outside but the door is locked you can’t find the key
On an endless chase and the target has become a wild goose
Even the odds are stacked against you and the pundits predict you will lose
But hey! Don’t despair, hang in there keep your focus on
The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

Your road to success will be a ground swell of the shadows of doubt
Paved with banana peels, filled with stumbling blocks and thorns
The fat lady will be making noise declaring your end before you even start
Then there will be the side storms: you have to stay strong
School your skin to become thick for a flesh wound let alone a spiritual one
Turn a deaf ear to those barks from the sides; they are worse than the bites
Your will has the power to cast the light on those shadows of doubt
Stay blind to those tempting sights; put your blinkers on and keep your focus on
The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

An injured flesh, injured soul, injured being
A memento of how the bygone days have blemished your back
Put your wits in zigzags like a drunkard after a couple of six packs
Yours is a life filled with regrets, a lesson learnt the hardest way
Plenty of time you spend ruing a dropped catch imagining the kind of life you would have had
Look ahead, don’t look back, forward is the only way; not reverse
Life is a journey and the globe is your means to traverse
So sit back relax and enjoy the world as it leaps in a verse towards
The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

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Biography

Known on stage as Messenger, Morongwa is a 30 year old  born in Maun, Botswana. He is a trained and professional accountant. Messenger’s interest in poetry started in the year 2000. However, the realisation of becoming a full-fleshed writer and performer began 9 years later when he joined Poetavango Spoken Word Poetry.

Messenger’s influence comes from everything he sees, touches and smells. He derives inspiration from the creatures he meets – in reality and in dreams and the sounds and voices he hears.

He has performed at all installations of the Maun international Poetry Festival. He also took part in the 100 Thousand Poets for Change, Maun 2012.

Morongwa Matsau is currently working on a collection of short stories and a novel manuscript.

Morongwa Matsau

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Biography

Known on stage as Messenger, Morongwa is a 30 year old  born in Maun, Botswana. He is a trained and professional accountant. Messenger’s interest in poetry started in the year 2000. However, the realisation of becoming a full-fleshed writer and performer began 9 years later when he joined Poetavango Spoken Word Poetry.

Messenger’s influence comes from everything he sees, touches and smells. He derives inspiration from the creatures he meets – in reality and in dreams and the sounds and voices he hears.

He has performed at all installations of the Maun international Poetry Festival. He also took part in the 100 Thousand Poets for Change, Maun 2012.

Morongwa Matsau is currently working on a collection of short stories and a novel manuscript.

Far Too Close

Enlarge poem

It is just a matter of two steps
Then it will bye-bye durkah
And wow! Hi nirvana
Just a matter two steps
And it will be nirvana at last!
A matter of two steps

But in between stands a see-through glass
A hard, wide, tall, deep-rooted glass
Bordering this drought and that feast
Just a matter of two steps
And join in a fray to celebrate

Gladness, progress all beyond the glass
Seen but can’t be touched
A stench of rain but no precipitation
A whiff that cannot fulfill the will
Just a matter of two steps

A stumbling block hard as a rock
Go to the left, it leftens
Go to the right, it rightens
Climb, it heightens
Go underneath, it deepens
Just a matter of two steps

A thirsty walk on the road
Water just two steps ahead
Two steps towards, it moves two steps away
Is this a case of fate postponed?
Or far too close?

Featured Poem:

The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

Enlarge poem

Plunged deep into a pool sourced by own eyes
A quest for way out still a work in progress with a dead end
In the midst of darkness the lights have gone off you can’t find the switch
When the future looks so bleak you are about to freak
Need to get outside but the door is locked you can’t find the key
On an endless chase and the target has become a wild goose
Even the odds are stacked against you and the pundits predict you will lose
But hey! Don’t despair, hang in there keep your focus on
The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

Your road to success will be a ground swell of the shadows of doubt
Paved with banana peels, filled with stumbling blocks and thorns
The fat lady will be making noise declaring your end before you even start
Then there will be the side storms: you have to stay strong
School your skin to become thick for a flesh wound let alone a spiritual one
Turn a deaf ear to those barks from the sides; they are worse than the bites
Your will has the power to cast the light on those shadows of doubt
Stay blind to those tempting sights; put your blinkers on and keep your focus on
The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

An injured flesh, injured soul, injured being
A memento of how the bygone days have blemished your back
Put your wits in zigzags like a drunkard after a couple of six packs
Yours is a life filled with regrets, a lesson learnt the hardest way
Plenty of time you spend ruing a dropped catch imagining the kind of life you would have had
Look ahead, don’t look back, forward is the only way; not reverse
Life is a journey and the globe is your means to traverse
So sit back relax and enjoy the world as it leaps in a verse towards
The Bigger Picture: The Bottom Line

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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

Far Too Close

Enlarge poem

It is just a matter of two steps
Then it will bye-bye durkah
And wow! Hi nirvana
Just a matter two steps
And it will be nirvana at last!
A matter of two steps

But in between stands a see-through glass
A hard, wide, tall, deep-rooted glass
Bordering this drought and that feast
Just a matter of two steps
And join in a fray to celebrate

Gladness, progress all beyond the glass
Seen but can’t be touched
A stench of rain but no precipitation
A whiff that cannot fulfill the will
Just a matter of two steps

A stumbling block hard as a rock
Go to the left, it leftens
Go to the right, it rightens
Climb, it heightens
Go underneath, it deepens
Just a matter of two steps

A thirsty walk on the road
Water just two steps ahead
Two steps towards, it moves two steps away
Is this a case of fate postponed?
Or far too close?

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