When the pen is pregnant

By Confidence Seleme

'When the pen is pregnant' is a collection of poems written by Confidence Seleme. The poetry features themes such as Identity, Love, Pain, Spirituality and much more. The poems are engaging and give insight into the author's life experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Confidence Seleme
• Release date: Oct 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9780620587723

Confidence Seleme

Confidence Seleme is an author, motivational speaker and entrepreneur. He is passionate about helping people discover and development their potential. He’s a radio personality with a motivational segment called “The Confidence Booster” and he also makes regular appearances on various TV platforms. He’s also a contributing writer to online and print publications such as Sowetan, News24 and Zkhiphane.com. He is a trained writer having completed his qualification with the AAA School of Advertising and he has worked on many local and international blue-chip brands in the FMCG, Financial, Motor and other sectors.

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Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Introduction

Chapter 1 – The purest moment of love

The purest moment of love

The one I love

It’s the thought

I loved love

You attack my heart

While walking

Phone call

Waltzing with Thato

Daydream

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Warm like love

Loved by my heart

Deep inside

When a poet is in love

Love is (1)

Love is (2)

Public romance

In every way

Of dreams

I have loved you

Birds

Art of the heart

A poem

Love is (4)

A most delicious dish

Then I knew

The heart

Song of the starry night

Let us drink

I’m falling in love with you

A vision

When our tongues met

You are

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Chapter 2 – Poetry for the pain

The prescription

Softly the summer rain

Short poem

Something beautiful

The Fields

Poetry for the pain

A visit to Pretoria

A goodbye

This scar

A time to forgive

I buried our love

These winds that do blow

Chapter

When you fall

The reign of rain

Painful pain

I wish you no pain

My angry pen

A love too painful to love

The end of days

Enter the womb

Lost and found

White ribbon

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Chapter 3 – The Potter and the pot

The Potter and the pot

Why I was created

Son of Jesus

Father

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Gifts

The Son’s rays

In the light

On God’s hill

Upon water

God is a Poet

The Healing

Dear God

A free spirit

The perfect Mind of God

Laughter Hereafter

You are my hope

Rest

God gave me poetry

Confidence

How amazing it is

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Guide my pen

Conversations with God

This tree

On tree

Thank You

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Chapter 4 – When the pen is pregnant

When the pen is pregnant

But I’m a poet

But today I will write

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When thirst is quenched

In poetry

Root/Route

Pages

Pen pal

The pen is a mirror

The walls of the library

About being a poet

About being a poet (2)

Ink flow

Art/eries

Flow

Poetry and life

Ball Pen

My right to write

My right to write (2)

Fresh-water breams

Slow, quite moments

At 406 Dover Towers

A call to action

A morning poem

A page on the journey

Via arteries of art

A poem for writers

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A poem I met

And write and write

Poem pulse

To the poets of tomorrow

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Poem from a far place

The pen’s eye

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Poetry

I dwell in the state of poetry

A love poem

My angry pen

I write a rhyme

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Chapter 5 – Portrait

Portrait

Black Diamond

Ou Bra Martin

Artist

Woman

Song of the starry night

7th Avenue

DNA

The lady in the blue blouse

Mother sang

Thunderstorm

The sky in July

A new chapter

Randburg Central

Peace

A home within

Strings

Streams

Elsie

Gimme jazz

Of youth

Sometimes in Randburg

Nostalgia

Lebowakgomo

Of dreams

A memory of Flonnica

Market street

The Limpopo River

Old photographs

Songs from my youth

My life in verses

Papa likes to laugh

Second chances

Rebel/lion

If you see

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Time keeps moving

Vuvu

The missing piece of peace

I don’t care what you say

Inside

Lunga will be alright

I am a poem

New levels

Via the grapevine

Love behind a curtain

Blessed

They said

You gotta be smart

Isn’t it ironic

Fine apparel

Search

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The passing days

When Joey talks

Poem for Flonnica

The lows of the high

February – The time does hurry

My father’s old Peugeot

1 day before 20

Keeping me

My shoe’s new soul

You gotta realize

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