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When the hunters are gathered
In hushed tones
Behind the thicket
Each signs out his intended prey
...

They stare
Their eyes burning holes into me
Some searching me
Others looking right through me
...

Here is to friendship and his social calls
To the forgettable girlfriend introductions
And the noisy games with the boys
To the draining Sunday lunches
...

1.
Find the one
Call and inbox her
Dine and wine her
...

As to the moretlwa tree
We get pulled by the bountiful
Sweetness of the fruits
And forget all about the ants
...

Today I saw a bright-yellow cactus flower
Cuddled between a group of hardy thorns
Remembering your farrowed face
I grimaced and plucked it out for you
...

There are many ways
To finding love
When it comes to having love
And keeping it
...

She

What a sack of hard muscled manhood!
Why does he lion me so with his catlike stare?
...

Who met happiness recently?
The puffy-eyed
Young couple next door,
Or the noisy
...

When the talking is quite
Of stories of loves
And how eternally we are bound
Each to their own love
...

She called me
With her starved tummy
With her pointing breasts
With her blowing lips
...

I recited a poem
As her expensive boyfriend half watched
Behind his Hustler sunglasses
And sat conversing with his single malt whisky
...

I saw you packing
Your overnight case
Was that love?
The red item you put at the bottom!
...

She showed me her naked flames
In the dead of winter
And begged me to not douse them
“At least not for tonight”.
...

If Love be so kind
As to return my misplaced feelings
That strangers trod and trample
Unkindly in the heat of summer
...

If only the lovers
Loved and kissed eternal
The world would be full
Of love and eternal kissing
...

She rushes right through my besieging despair
As I approach the house
Diffusing huffy thoughts
Into streams of calmness
...

My true love got lost
In her giddy run to my arms
Believed my neighbour’s house for mine
Took his coarse laugh for mine
...

First we saw the two long legs,
Perched on a pair of pencil-heeled Pradas
Stretch out of the Renault Cabriole
The toned body followed
...

Summer cowers from the threatening heat
Under the thick morula tree
And listens
To the shrilly cry of the restless beetle
...

Pontsho PCP Pusos Biography

Pontsho writes poetry both in English and his native Setswana. He is a well read poet and has written extensively on the evolution of Setswana poetry. He also coordinates poetry clubs in Botswana. Pontsho's poetry may be considered as a lighthearted look at life. His poetry and his style is not about being taken seriously, but more about laughing at oneself and their life. His multiple blogs on poetry can be accessed by searching the Web using his names.)

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The Loving Hunters

When the hunters are gathered
In hushed tones
Behind the thicket
Each signs out his intended prey
As the prey gaits about unawares

Bokima singles out a clay dark buffalo
Its thick and juicy rump
Parts the air effortlessly
It beckons his dreamy gaze with its shiny forequarters
Breasts so full they drown his stiff focus

Doga signs out a translucent impala
Maybe the graceful giraffe
That draws his attention
Then I steal his steely gaze on a tarty kudu
His eyes get pulled by a prancing group of gazelle

A twitchy tshesebe stands away from the head
Its picky mouth kissing softly
At the juicy grass
While her sensitive nose sniffs the empty air
My unsheathed knife startles her with its reflection

I set off, at high speed, after the scared tshesebe
While Bokima settles into a long chase
Behind the drumming buffalo
Doga gets into his roving run behind the dainty game
Meanwhile, Phamola cuts stealthy runs into Doga’s crazed hunts

When the hunters are gathered
In breathy tones
Behind the evening fire
Each points to the resting kill in his hut
While Doga lauds the foresight behind his non-kill

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