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The MashUp Poem

Feel like one of those days that you just want to take a warm cup of coffee, curl up in bed and read those old lines you wrote while young? Well, I do feel this all evenings. Thought should share a little with the world..a poem I wrote with one friend..a one Steve Biko,some five years back.

Here goes...

I

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

II

I know not my lord Why of a love so true be so in thus pain What more cold would thus be If mine heart knows what love be? What wonder my lord would enchant my soul thus now?

III

What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

IV

Or how comes it that your exceeding heat Is not allayed by my heart-frozen cold, Why thus burn in boiling sweat, And nay feel my cold flames augmented manifold? In a comrade I thus found

III

Do tell enchanted one... who is your true companion.... for i seek thee too...

IV

Time is he, He that heals All that I seek

By Carolyn Gatonye and Steve Biko

Comments

willy.h said…
Carol, are you sure you are in the right career?
Nice poem!
4 March 2014 at 03:05
carol gatonye said…
Thank you... the career makes money, the talent makes merry! ;)
4 March 2014 at 03:12
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