Happy Mhlongo
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Poem "Let me die peacefully":
- written October 2008
- published October 15, 2008
- viewed 452 times
Other poems by Happy Mhlongo:
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»Don't wanna write anymore«
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»How I met your Mom, Part one«
»I grew up/Golden egg«
»I love you«
»I miss you dear«
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»It's over«
»Just Like a Tattoo«
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»Let me sing«
»Letter to your mom... Part two«
»Love at a first sight«
»Marring the death«
»Maybe you never existed«
»My mom, a hero«
»Never love her again«
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»Scenario«
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»Summer love«
»That tone of music«
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»The broken-hearted boy«
»The world mourns for you«
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Poem "Let me die peacefully":
- written October 2008
- published October 15, 2008
- viewed 452 times
Other poems by Happy Mhlongo:
»Let me die peacefully«
Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 99
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an all night party
Or when I'm 100
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I'm 109
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 99
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an all night party
Or when I'm 100
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I'm 109
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death
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