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Hoër Tegniese Skool Welkom
In Welkom se hart, 'n bastion van leer,
Hoër Tegniese Skool, staan hoog en fier.
A forge of minds, a crucible of skill,
Where dreams take flight and aspirations fulfill.
In workshops and classrooms, a buzzing hive,
Future leaders and craftsmen strive and thrive.
With hammer and chisel, soldering iron and pen,
Ambitions are nurtured, dreams are given wings to then.
From engineers to artists, a diverse array,
Are shaped and molded here, day by day.
A haven of innovation, a fount of creativity,
Where each learner discovers their unique capability.
Hoër Tegniese Skool Welkom, a source of pride and cheer,
Where knowledge and skills are honed year after year.
An army of eager, enthusiastic youth,
Are prepared here to conquer the world with truth.
Hoër Tegniese Skool Welkom
In Welkom se hart, 'n bastion van leer,
Hoër Tegniese Skool, staan hoog en fier.
Waar kennis en vaardighede groei en bloei,
En jong geeste hul vlerke sprei en vlei.
In klaskamers en werkswinkels, 'n bedrywige bees,
Word toekomstige leiers en vakmanne gees.
Met hamer en beitel, soldeerbout en pen,
Word drome en ambisies hier bewaar en wen.
Van ingenieurs tot kunstenaars, 'n wye verskeidenheid,
Word hier opgelei, met passie en ywerheid.
'n Tuiste van innovasie en kreatiwiteit,
Waar elke leerder sy unieke potensiaal ontdek en verbreed.
Hoër Tegniese Skool Welkom, 'n bron van trots en vreugde,
Waar kennis en vaardighede vir die toekoms aangewend word.
'n Leërskare van geesdriftige jongmense,
Word hier voorberei om die wêreld te verower en te bemeester.
Hoër Tegniese Skool, staan hoog en fier.
Waar kennis en vaardighede groei en bloei,
En jong geeste hul vlerke sprei en vlei.
In klaskamers en werkswinkels, 'n bedrywige bees,
Word toekomstige leiers en vakmanne gees.
Met hamer en beitel, soldeerbout en pen,
Word drome en ambisies hier bewaar en wen.
Van ingenieurs tot kunstenaars, 'n wye verskeidenheid,
Word hier opgelei, met passie en ywerheid.
'n Tuiste van innovasie en kreatiwiteit,
Waar elke leerder sy unieke potensiaal ontdek en verbreed.
Hoër Tegniese Skool Welkom, 'n bron van trots en vreugde,
Waar kennis en vaardighede vir die toekoms aangewend word.
'n Leërskare van geesdriftige jongmense,
Word hier voorberei om die wêreld te verower en te bemeester.
Beauty - my queen
First time I saw you, I wouldn't believe my eyes
They laid on you, I couldn't move them
My whole body froze you are the one ...
My beauty, my queen!
So beautiful, no one compares
A lady of my dreams, before my eyes
You, the one - my queen!
I rubbed my eyes with disbelief
Was it possible, an angel right here?
A heavenly rose on earth
The one - my queen!
Inside my dead heart, love blossomed
With a frozen body, my emotions ran high
And this, this was the end of celibacy
For you my queen, had arrived!
Like a diamond you shone
A well built lady, like no other
I had found someone to live for
For you my queen, had arrived
My lovely queen, had arrived!!
[Simon Seleteng: Universiteit van Pretoria, Taaibos-digbundel: Ontblotings Uitgawe 18 2003 p 37]
Unwell
I smile to the world for it knows nothing
It's trees are of beauty
For they attract many I see.
There they stood
And here they stay
For they are brawny
Rooted and Great
The wind is uncertain
For it's as my life, for I live as it comes
And reap solidity of coming times
In the heat of the star.
In such days I awake to win,
For in it comes delight
Where memories are made fun.
Why is it I speak by tears,
Accompanied by quavering voice?
Is it of the worlds spears or the thoughts of sly men?
For I have met many with gerund
Smiles and character
That dissemble motive.
Melody of the caged bird
For I only fly onto my master's lap.
It is of great joy that I sing day by day,
For at least he thinks I am his friend.
My wings know nothing about the wind
For they are only visited by the blade of 2 hand scissor.
I shout my cries day in day out,
For they never reach the ground.
I see the smile on my master each day I cry.
My shouts are of melody to his ears
As if he's deprived of sight.
For there only comes a time where I'll leave my land tranquil.
For it made me timid
From amazing souls
Which never passed without saying "hello"
It's of irony
They greet as if they are to stay,
For my heart palpitate as it hears this phrase.
I see grove of trees where birds build homes
For I only sit on stick
Sip on water and sink in seeds.
My melody is what they like
For I have cried like tribes of Palestine
Where posters are made and seen
But nothing is to be done for thee
Melody of the caged bird.
Juvenile
That sits ticking on my hand
With every second that passes
Glides along my personable lad.
My Spring days are majestic,
With min friends I remain optimistic,
of a future that is as young as I,
But soon changes by the hands of time.
Seconds into minutes my hunky appearance dwindle.
I resent the moments of sedentary, for time has saunterd
Into the land of sob and no laughter.
For now I witness fall by the scent of autumn.
And I can't return to the days
Of spring and laughter.
'Tomorrow' lie in the hands of juvenescence
For I wish it could be seen, like time on hand revolve on every hour.
But soon changes by the hands of time.
Seconds into minutes my hunky appearance dwindle.
I resent the moments of sedentary, for time has saunterd
Into the land of sob and no laughter.
For now I witness fall by the scent of autumn.
And I can't return to the days
Of spring and laughter.
'Tomorrow' lie in the hands of juvenescence
For I wish it could be seen, like time on hand revolve on every hour.
Biography
That used to shrink my mother.
I recall the nights when he used to imprecate my brother.
How he was welcomed by the world
That I now can't stand the image of my brother,
I now stand ambiguous of my brother,
Unclear of his love for me.
For he is now nab and beam.
This for me has become surreal,
I can't credence this happening
My brother has become clifty.
I recall the tears my mother cried,
For they were corroboration of my mother's night.
I now loathe the sight of my father,
For I was too young to protect my mother.
I call to mind the days I never slept
I call to mind my mother's whimpering
I call to mind my mother's friend
Who's life was frailty for years.
As she Now lay lamented
By deeds of a man.
I recall the innocence
Of my laughter as a child
For it has Now passed from sight,
For I now walk with a wound
And I now talk from a wound
As I now inscribe my agonizing life.
[Israel Xaba: 26 May 2024]
Swahili
In a world of predators and prey I live by grazing near the lake
I still remember the taste of my mother's milk
As I now gaze at my own reflection.
They say we line in a chain
But I think different
I can't stand a thought of prey
So I live to be different.
Jua is seen by those who never graze
But set to feed off those by taste
Jua kutua breaks early for my kind
Position of power has set like time.
Like scathing attacks committed on paper
She is not as different like my petrus neighbour
Who had profess life of ample perfidy
Only to be welcomed by the world's pit.
[Israel Xaba: 1 May 2024]
Composed by Enoch Sontonga.
A man who embodied hope
Or one could perceive him as a believer
In 1897 as a compensate
To those who really long a savior.
Maluphakanyisw' uphonddo lwayo
Reign of higher state!
He cried to 'HER' motherland
*Uit die blou van onse Hemel
Within the sadness of our people
CJ Langenhoven criedout for saves of everyone.
Oor ons ewige gebergtes
Morena boloka setjhaba sa heso
Gathered are we like stanzas,
As we pray and await for answers
So that one day we maybe as brothers
That when the sound call to come together,
We shall sing and shout for Hours
As we strive for freedom
Written by our beloved brothers.
Scent of mercy
How of life it rains
Down to droughts of plains
Away it washes the pains of thy sins.
There hear beats again
In the chest of whom been wicked
And portrayed smiles of friendly.
There now the rain exposes
Thy hate.
Down in the shallow river that flow
Init they flow
How thy hate had hid
For smiles on faces had been.
This by far thee scent of mercy
[Israel Xaba: 7 March 2024]
11:35 P.M.
Girl in my dream
How your eyes seem to charm
The spark into me.
They so bright like the sun rays into me
Is it me or you are like a flower?
Planted so rich like kadupul flower.
Your love so rare
That I've felt it for an hour
Soreal was you, my kadupul flower
Just before midnight
I saw you bloom
Right to make you my wife
Your 'love' so true
But live in my eyes I saw you doom
You perished before dawn
Like I've never seen before
And just like orchid lover
Nor oligarch, neither was I able to
Pick you off the ground
[Israel Xaba: 7 March 2024]
Save me
Save me the joy you experience
When you live the life aside of mine
Save me the calls of experiences
When you on the life's alter.
Save me the colour Red
For it has never been kind
Save me the moments of joy
For I have never had mine
Save me
Save me the beauty of sunrise
For I have witnessed trauma in my eyes
Save me the smell of coffee
For I had only smelled the crafts of a coffin
Save me
Save me
Save me from my life
For it has seen many nights
Of kids who die with scars
Save me the night full of stars
And not the dice of cards
For life had played me
Far too long
Save me
Save me from this dark hole
For I still lust the love of Home
[Israel Xaba: 7 March 2024]
Concrete wall
I now see you fall
How I had thought
That I've seen it all
Protected was I by the wall.
A wall which I never saw a scar at my side
A wall which seemed tall and precious at my side
A wall so strong that I've never seen it cry
Today I've seen a crowed at the other side
A crowed which was as young as I
Today I'm grown, I see it no longer tall
How depressing it is to see it's back
A back which had carried us all
Had scars of scratches even on its shoulders
How I wish somebody had told us
That this is a life ready for all of us
Had I known?
Or was I once told?
Or had I not feared the unknown?
That I will one day miss home.
A place that once felt warm.
Today I stand at the backside of the wall
[Israel Xaba: 7 March 2024]
A man's life
It's 12Am, I'm woken by a noise
Some say I'm happy
But I don't have a choice.
The women I married
Keep changing over night.
We don't see eye to eye
Without it turn into a fight
I vowed to love her till death do is apart.
The women I married keep shouting over night.
I am the man of the house
With a WOMAN who wears
Pants in the house
Every minute I spend with her
Makes me regret our vows
The woman I married
What is it I don't do right?
Our marriage turned into a fight
When it's 3AM i go to work
And when I arrived it's all war
Why didn't I see this before
That I won't be happy
But today I file in DIVORCE
I don't say much
My writing says it all
We don't communicate
It's like fire and rain
And with all that said
I laydown the Ring
You never show me respect
Your actions has pushed me away.
To the woman I married
Today I leave the regret
[Israel Xaba: 7 March 2024]
Heal
Heal to you who never sleep
Heal to you who stay awake and weep
Heal to you who got nobody to go to
Heal to you who's not hopeful
Heal
Heal to the woman who lost a child
She who prayed to recive a son
Who is now sent by hands of crime
And now lie in the silent ground
HEAL! HEAL! HEAL!
To The woman!
This a day she'll never forget
Today the day they lay her child to rest
Here she stand to show respect
To her son who now lie dead
HEAL Heal Heal
I say Heal to the woman
Who now remember the past
That's joyful and full of art
Art of her son
She recalls the image saw
In the screen of a computer
She recalls the joy
When she had imagined his Future
This really her nightmare sorrow
Sob is the woman
Who now cries like a child
Who's pain was internal and now out
She screams to the heavens
For her son's revive
Heal is to you a woman who lost a child
[Israel Xaba: 7 January 2024]
Joyful of absence
Joyful of absence
Of how I wish you were not here
It now make sense
That I now stand firm and clear
Letter to a father
How your promises make me wonder
Like Christmas tree with presents under
I awaited you patiently like a wish to Santa
"I promis"
"I promise"
It's all I hear
It's as a philosophy
That reveals you clear
Nostalgia
A feeling I never had
All due by deeds of a man
How I were a fool of what you never meant
I longed being your s.o.n
This been a DREAM from day one
Just to see and call you father
Now I shall not say no further
Nor will I bother to call
I am a man raised by no F.a.T.H.e.r
[Israel Xaba - 2 January 2024]
John 3:16
A king born to a nation
A nation which soon turned against him
A son of liberation
In the dark night of Bethlehem
A son is born
A son of GOD
Who's heart is wrenched
By deeds of heart
His people seem to do as they please
With no one at his knees
His son is sent to make peace
Surrounded by the wicked
The son was Seized
By Sanhedrin
Elderly respected priests
Who tore his garment
And spit to his face
Whom his presence was a mockery
To his friends
Today a son of God
Is born
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 24 December 2023]
The moment I cry
The fear shall be unleash
That sympathy be put to sleep
And the wicked would never sleep
Ranged by their wicked deeds
I shall shower it upon their face
That I'd share my taste
As it washes their fate ...
Fate, fate, fate
Is it what they enslaved
Enslaved by old dark hands
Which look familiar
Whos tongue curse her
As a sign of favour
I cry, cry and cry
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 1 December 2023]
Poem: First December*
Pens Down!
We matrix are now out.
We shall remember the blue yard,
Where we had played our part.
We shall remember the old Visagie that
taught us art.
We shall remember teachers who became parents.
We can't believe it has come to an end,
This is by far a memory to defend.
1st December, A lineage of friends
Brothers of HTS
We were learners today
We now leaders of tomorrow
Gone are the days
Of wicked sorrow
No more the smell of fuming ink
Nor the blade of white paper
The bespoke of our hardship labour
Where we once thought of its strategic slavery.
The leaky ink shared a stamp as we left
Just as the first time we met
With white shirts written in black
We Tekkies!!!
Are made by HTS
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 1 December 2023]
Blue Pen
Am I kept by boards
With white chalk
That they are for me and
What they said make my future.
That is for what, many had said
I attend a building named HTS
I can't see me in it yet
I attend daily
The yard it's been known as gold
With its people turned blue
Hence I'm in it yet not seen
"the sports are for you" they said
"YOU are the school" they said.
Yet the buildings are made
The school is seen
Many are enslaved
Like young minds before slavery
We rushed to be one with dem
Now 'what was one thinking?'
To be thee 'GOLD' in thy
I shall now leave
The blue clothes I'm in
And turn to what I should've been
And attend a place where I'll be seen
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 15 October 2023]
A women's life
Early in the morning I wake up
I look up in the sky for strength
I pray to GOD for Guidance
My face is dry and still I cry.
Will I ever be free?,will I feel true love?
My master who once said he loves me
He locked me up, and beats me.
His hands were once gentle
His actions are unbelievable
My man my HUSBAND
Your hands destroyed me
I can't face My family
I keep looking for sympathy
Our kids are afraid of you
Your hands have destroyed me
I cook and clean.
I offer you food with a smile, like I'm happy
I wish you could see your heart that your need me
But everytime you drunk you beat me
Your hands have destroyed me.
I remember the time I met you
You were so fine and handsome
I couldn't believe I'm with you
It was our time 'now or never'
I wish your mother was here
Because now I live with fear
Will I see another day?
Will I again say my prayers?
My master who beats me
My man my HUSBAND
I can't move freely
Your presence torments me
When you walk next to me
You make me feel worthy
Will you survive without me
Today I leave you
My man MY HUSBAND
Will I ever miss you?
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 17 Mei 2022]
I wish I'd said
You are the one in my heart
When you stood and played your heart
For me, I wish I'd hear you sing
It for me
When you stood out the crowd
And sang to make me proud
I wish I'd said
That I was a fool
For not loving you
All the effort I made you do
From morning classes to the late afternoon
I wish I'd said
It's you and I
That YOU are for me
Made you my 'Ride or Die'
I am the fool that made you cry
Today I shall place U in my art
As I had failed to place U in my heart
I wish I'd said
That I'll be your heart defender
And your lifetime protector
I wish I'd said
"I love you" from the moment we met
Or just gave a kiss to the face
Now I'm living a moment of regret
I wish I'd said
I wish I'd said ...
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 9 October 2023]
Death
I'm who they fear
I am in many forms
Where ever I go
I leave them in tears
At first they don't see me
Then I plan and take who they love
Isn't that why the fear me
Every now and then I entroduce myself
I am in many forms
But be wary of who's close
I might be in-between, who knows?
Many want to see me
I am in a white dress next to the vast
If u scared then I go inside
I leave a mark that noo on can deny
I am whom they curse
Am I greedy or evil?
Why is it the don't see me?
Today I shall wear black
And let them be me
As I hear the church bell ring
I'll just sit back
And hear their last Says
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 9 October 2023]
I'm who they be
I'm who they be
I walk like I float on air
My imagination is wilder than Cub with bear
When I talk the room become quiter like exhumed dead, and when I walk, I'm who they fear.
My voice Is like a schools projector
That projects ideas by styles
My mood change like I'm the controller of skies
My mood is like the weather
Today I am cold
Tomorrow maybe Mild
My mood goes with whatever
I've heard what they call me
I've heard how they talk to Mr
But I'm who they be
Will I again walk and see them fear me?
I don't talk to those who envy
I've seen how they pretending
So now I talk and they resent me
I'm who they be
I'm Izzy the youngest in the family
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 9 October 2023]
Rainbow nation
A land full of beauty and magic
It's found down at the planet's heart
With different racises at start
A land like no other
With its people divided
The land suffer
Sons and daughters
Their anthem cries
They sing T-O-G-E-T-H-E-R
And seem together
Thier voices cover the hearts
That hold commotion
South Africa
A land like no other
With its people divided
The land suffer
Unity is enslaved
It's forced to unionize
Mothers and fathers
Who chose to go otherwise
With their sons and daughters
Who vote to unionize
SOUTH AFRICA
A land like no other
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 17 September 2023]
From the early shouting wind,
To the late burning heat
Our hands at labour of fuming ink
Where each drop sinks en papers
We, matriculants, see as dreamers
Our courage comes from bold teachers
As we sometimes pine
To school preachers
but some are rope of sands
Who art opportunities
Today, pen shall meet paper
Our visage shall express emotion
As we enter the silent room
Where no one is to move
nor start conversation
Ink shall sink on paper
We matriculants are bespeak
of our teachers labour
As the paper cause timorous
And others think we're rude
We shout TEKKIES
Where gold like spark of flint-stone
We Tekkies sing it with high note
And where the weight of tow'ring wheels groan
We fly higher and present our own
where our school is one of the best
with good teachers from A to Z
It's THS Welkom, we serve you with zest!
[Israel Xaba: gr. 11D 30 October 2022]
Hath thou lost thy nature?
Thou art lost in thine own way.
Thy nature shalt not stay.
Shalt thou harvest thy own death?
Shalt thou humble thyself and pray?
Thou art blinded by lies.
Hath thou eyes?
Thou harvest thy own demise.
Thou art lost in the mist of lies yet thee denies.
I remain in my head.
Oh how thee is dead.
From what I have read.
Doth thou know thine bread?
Come to thine helper.
Doth thou know thine helper? (God)
(Simbongile Bani - 12B 22 January 2022)
These walls
They that have protected us from birth to adolescence
They that have stopped rain from coming in -
and saw and rebuked us for our sins.
Yet temptation would not let us go -
these walls have hidden us from our foes.
Surely within them, our secrets are kept
for they say nothing about the days we have left.
Seven years later, we come back:
wearing hearts proud with army knack
to find our loved ones care no more,
their bones rested, dried up or hard core.
We will leave again when they call
to return home to none but these cold walls.
George Motapane grade 12B
Pain
The pain I've caused you
Cannot compare to the pain
I've caused to myself
In the process.
The memories that I wish to erase
From my twisted mind.
Pulls down the wrinkles of sadness on my face.
I'm not a scientist
But I know that a substance
Is formed when ink
Is mixed with my painful tears.
It's also my wish
To be one with you
In the happiness of marriage,
But love right now seems like a burden.
I've been too absent-minded lately.
And I will understand if you hate me.
I guess love doesn't always win.
But it's complexity allows us to survive.
(George Motapane 11B - 2015)
Noem my op my naam ...
The computer swallowed grandma.
Dit is my biografie. My handtekening in die
samelewing.
In my naam lê opgesluit my storie en die storie van
my mense.
Dit vertel wie ek is, waar ek vandaan kom, van my
hartstog en my hartseer.
My naam is my erfenis, die direkte lyn na my voorvaders.
bloedsverbond met my familie.
My naam plaas my in konteks en tog sonder dit my
ook uit.
As simbool van my uniekheid, is my naam my
nalatenskap.
Net klanke, letters aanmekaar geslaan en tog...
hou my naam 'n krag veel groter as wat ek somtyds besef.
My naam gee betekenis aan my as mens.
Noem my op my naam en jy erken my menswees,
my reg tot bestaan, my reg tot respek.
My naam is die vlagpaal van my menswaardigheid.
Daarsonder is ek 'n niks, 'n iemand, 'n onbenoemde
een sonder plek of posisie.
Maar Godgegewe en onveranderlik is my naam my
geboortereg.
Solank as wat ek daaraan vasklou kan jy my nie ontwortel
of ontneem van dit wat wat tereg myne is nie.
My naam is my oorlogskreet!
(Onbekend)
They are the greatest!
The computer swallowed grandma.
Yes, honestly it's true!
She pressed 'control and 'enter'
And disappeared from view.
It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
she must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.
I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I've even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.
In desperation, I asked Google
And disappeared from view.
It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
she must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.
I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I've even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.
In desperation, I asked Google
My searches to refine.
The reply from there was negative,
Not a thing was found 'online.'
So, if inside your 'In box,'
My Grandma you should see,
Please 'Copy, Scan' and 'Paste'
And send her back to me.
[This is a tribute to all the Grandmas and Grandpas
who have been fearless and learned to use the computer...]The reply from there was negative,
Not a thing was found 'online.'
So, if inside your 'In box,'
My Grandma you should see,
Please 'Copy, Scan' and 'Paste'
And send her back to me.
[This is a tribute to all the Grandmas and Grandpas
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| Mohau Pholo 12B 2014 |