Tag: Botswana poetry
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When Birds Sing
When birds sing love songs we salivate When birds sing about love who are we not to walk through fire and dance on the embers When birds sing…
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Songs from Inside
Songs from inside the fire fly straight to the core of red-hot answers Songs from the upset belly of the bubbling question Songs from inside shoot upwards they…
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Mute Eternal Question
The same mute question that you meet in the street is the ancient question that ancestors grappled with the question that crackles and pops like heated oil A…
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Internal Censor
Troops of fascists within horrid internal harassers conjuring phantoms squashing budding ideas fabricating elfish punishments raucously voicing fear-inducing threats paralysing action The hectoring technology within alert and hyperactive…
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Physical Distance
The mute tears we share without embracing The masked smiles we transmit from a distance calculated by health authorities each of us looking stunned from a measured remove…
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Daddy
On Fridays daddy would sit and laugh and stretch his legs and stretch his ears He would tell jokes and do all kinds of funny things to make…
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A Better Colour of Life
To fail or to flourish to wither or to win is how colourful the melody of life is Lively open arms and easy smiles open doors inviting embraces…
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Fresh Vibration
Cradling a new born vibration that deserves another iteration that will still the heartbeat of the nation especially on the occasion of temporal dislocation for we are not…
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Front-Seat Witnesses
Eyes agog hands sanitised mouths muzzled we are front-seat witnesses to wanton antics of smirking imps with itchy fingers The allure of foxes in pimpmobiles fuelled by pilfered…
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If I had my Way
If I had my way I would burrow into the sand, dig a furrow into the belly of this land perhaps lift myself above the clouds in some…