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cameroonpoetryalive — Wed, 05 May 2010 08:43:48 +0000

The aero droans above vacant sky
Clouds have ran away from pretoria
Yet another plane comes from johannesburg
With one man a driver nothing else
It rained yesterday
Taxis collided again killing passengers
Funerals and cakes this weekend
Forget the fake news
We die in life and we live again
Forget tv people they wear fake dreams.

Mandla Mlotshwa

My Christmas Wish to Cameroonians

cameroonpoetryalive — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:43:51 +0000

In nineteen eighty-two, we awaited Christmas
A monster left. Another stood to say, “He was…”
And we all shouted: “Santa Claus” for his fair skin.
What we knew not was him sucking our country thin.
Now, left with just the skeleton, we dwell in hope
The king waved us goodbye while slipping down the slope
Breaking the dawn for a golden age at fifty
From whence all we’ll know is bliss and nothing filthy
We’ve left to rot in the tropical rain forest
As our way to give dictacracy heart arrest
Resting our hopes and case so their kind sticks not nose
In this glorious dream of ours that shan’t call for prose
To tell tales of Santa Claus going off his route
And inviting from every scribe’s pen a big pout
But scribbles of lofty smiles with roses brightened
With bobbed national joys on the ranges heightened.

12/18/2009

Tears for Peace and Love

cameroonpoetryalive — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 00:25:46 +0000

Passions, humans do express in ways different

Some positions totally indifferent

Some in the aquarium, the gold fish

Freedom deprive and others in their plates relish!

From within my soul I caged a bird

A bird I caged from birth

Making it my everything

When the world turn around to nothing!

Chased out of the window is the dove!

And the tears from my eyes sing for Peace and Love

And query what is to this world left, if the poet

His voice loses and sings not his part in the duet?

Let the tears roll down the cheeks

Let them roll to fill all the creeks

With the poet’s natural glove

He wears for mankind to find that grove.

Being all poets let’s head for the dove

And bring him home, with our heads up above

Up above the mire of blood they would we drowned

In. Poets do ignominy drag down! Down, down, down!

08-09/06/08

Poet’s Heart’s Desire

cameroonpoetryalive — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 09:08:29 +0000

Craving and praying for Peace

He does believe in Peace

Not just individual Peace

But world Peace

And wonders how it can be found

Needing no trumpet to sound

Needing no bark from a hound

To leap on board and homeward bound

Finding Peace streaming from conscience

Needing no science

Calling for lots of Patience

But the interment of nescience.

Gently guiding towards her

He shows she is not far

And that like a star

Far from anything scar

She does shine

With rays so fine

Like the sun’s twilight’s decline

The Heart’s desire’s holy shrine.

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