Kefentse Sathekge Poems
|1.||Your Womb Is Infected.||11/8/2007|
|2.||You Shall Know Me||2/8/2008|
|3.||I Hold No Desires.||11/18/2008|
|4.||Every Man, Thief And Common||11/30/2008|
|5.||The Hour I First Believed.||12/14/2008|
|6.||Just As Leaves||1/25/2009|
|7.||Consider My Erect Pride||1/26/2009|
|8.||Death Of A Smile||6/23/2009|
|9.||Is It Not That I...||9/3/2009|
|10.||Tale Of Two Bulls||9/16/2009|
|11.||Oh! What An Impediment.||9/17/2010|
|12.||12 Months Of No Kisses||10/13/2009|
|14.||I Silently Seek||12/7/2008|
|16.||Out Of Hurting||8/14/2009|
|17.||Garment Of All Occasion||4/24/2009|
|19.||The Night We Had Sweet Potatoes.||11/11/2008|
|20.||I Do Not Know The Start. I Do Not Know How Far It Stretches…||11/5/2008|
Pregnant lips with a void mind
How do I write in such state of mind?
My erectile pen wet with feelings
Solidifies when my fingers fight
Though forced to write against his will
Such slavery cannot be condoned
Though lips were pregnant & ready
My mind random and not steady
To give birth to a line or a phrase
Nor am I ready to be a recipient of praise
Wasted vowels fill a trash can in my mind
Though I know my poetry matures like wine
Sometimes I let my mind go free and wild
Unwritten minds represent aborted lines
Such uncreativity closes my heart...
It is like hot brewed coffee with no milk.
It slithers in between, its warmth ensnares.
Once in you, there is no word to define it.
You try to talk, only gust of air
breezes out. You start to quake,
And there is only one thing in this world that
Can make you feel this way....
But I guess you will never get to taste it,
As it is never the same with a creamer.