TEKKIE TONIC HTS WELKOM

Saturday, 2 December 2023

Ons groet 2023 ...

Die onderwys- en administratiewe personeel het Woensdagaand hulle jaarlikse eindfunksie gehou met Oscar-toekennings as hulle tema.

Foto's: André van Dyk en Megan van der Ross

Poem: 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]

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Friday, 1 December 2023

Die top 10 na Gold Reef City ...

Die 40 top 10-leerders kon die vreugde smaak van hulle kant bring. Hulle het hard gewerk om die voorreg te hê om hierdie dag in die goue stad deur te bring, met al die vermaak, lag en lekkernye

Die fotograaf van die dag was Manana Togo.

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]

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Wednesday, 29 November 2023

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Why do poems still move us?

It teaches, it enlightens and it beautifies our very being.” Put plainly, poetry makes us think. A poet's words need to be unpacked, to understand it we must think outside the box. Like theatre, poetry is transportative; it connects us with language again, and brings things to life in an unexpected way.