BEVAN BOGGENPOEL - POEMS

Bevan Boggenpoel was born in Salt Lake, Port Elizabeth, South Africa. He attended Soutpan Primary and matriculated at Westville Secondary School.
Boggenpoel completed a Baccalaureate in Education at the Nelson Mandela Metropolitan University. He launched his debut Anthology 1 December 2016. The book was well received by the public and he sold 200 copies locally. He is also an author at a South African website known as Litnet (Literature Network in South Africa).
Although his poetry is written in a South African context that covers different issues in daily life, his writings also strives to tell a story or teach a lesson that will inspire and motivate readers globally.
He is currently a teacher at Bethelsdorp Road Primary in the northern areas of Port Elizabeth. 

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                                            Death Row
 
I was given a harsh sentence -
For all my crime
When I'll be executed -
Is only a matter of time
 
When I look back -
At all the mayhem I've caused
I can definitely understand -
Why my pleading was ignored
 
I murdered, raped and robbed -
So many people fell victims to me
When I look at my future -
Its only death that I see
 
Look where I've ended up -
Because of my ruthless past
My reckless behaviour -
Has caught up with me at last
 
Follow my example -
Soon you'll be on death row too
Think twice before you do crime -
Or else you'll join the execution crew
 
© 2017 Bevan Boggenpoel
 
 
 
                                      Differently Able
 
Many things –
That you do
They can do –
Them too
 
Paintings done –
With the hand
They too –
Understand
 
They paint it –
Using the toes
When you see it –
Nobody knows
 
Do not underestimate –
Their capabilities
They too can seek –
Endless possibilities
 
Differently Able –
They can do
Many things –
Better than you
 
© 2016 Bevan Boggenpoel
 
 
 
                                        The homeless
 
We live our lives -
Daily on the street
When people look our way -
They hesitate to greet
 
Heaven is our roof -
A cardboard for a bed
No blanket to cover -
Or pillow for our head
 
We depend on generosity -
To help us through the day
A warm plate of food -
Seldom comes our way
 
Begging is our job -
In order to survive
If people refuse to give -
We barely stay alive
 
We are the homeless -
We depend on what you share
So next time when you see us -
Don’t pretend that we’re not there
 
© 2016 Bevan Boggenpoel