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Contemporary Poetry: LSS (Little Sacred Songs) VI

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Friday, August 26, 2011. LSS (Little Sacred Songs) VI. Christ shed his Blood, wept and cried for mankind. Yet, man’s earthly dealings shows nothing so kind. With minds on high chair to drum each other. With songs of otherness far from order. Like a tiger the strong hits hard the meek. And would say survival knows not the weak. Yet, the most high came in the lamb of Light. With great lessons, none of which about fight. For earthly grandeur, with one all seek first. Without any thoughts of this wilderness.

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Contemporary Poetry: Les clowns de chez-nous

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Sunday, July 7, 2013. Les clowns de chez-nous. En occident les clowns ont les nez rouge c’est tout. En Afrique ils n’ont besoin d’aucun nez du tout. En Europe, ils masquent leur tristesse derrière un sourire. En Afrique le sérieux qu’ils affichent invoque le rire. Nos clowns à nous se costument en noir. Nos clowns à nous roulent en voitures noires. Leurs cravates pendant comme les cordes des pendus. Indiquant qu’ils se livrent à des actes défendus :. Leur donnant le luxe de rouler en Pajeros.

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Contemporary Poetry: In response to Trevor Disposable world

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Monday, April 21, 2014. In response to Trevor Disposable world. Grumpy old man stage. I young'ns more harshly judge. Than I would have wanted. To be at that age. Of insidious older manipulators. Laying waste the world. Do really frighten me. Someone needs to tell them. No, they know -. The planet is a not-for-profit concern. Non-returnable, no exchange. 169; Phil Mahnken 21 March 2008. TRUE BARD: CAMEROONIAN POET. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TRUE BARD: CAMEROONIAN POET. Ambassador of the Peace.

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Contemporary Poetry: Anthem for Essingang

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Sunday, December 22, 2013. O, macaroon covered with poor chicks' feathers. Go sit down and pride yourself in thievery. Like the slums your disgraceful flag shall fly. With your havoc to your name ever true. My father's house that once all tongue could tell. Has now become a house of thieves. So the rest of the world can see. The emblem of the tears of our people. Clan of mbokos, clan of bandits. With death and sadness in our store. Thine be disgrace, thine be great shame. And repudiation for evermore.

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Contemporary Poetry: Thorns of Love

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Monday, April 21, 2014. At the campaign we only saw a picture. We’d better wait him in to see the feature. His picture was spotless and stainless. So we hopped and danced for his holiness. Falling in love blinds to the fact. Tiny little hair can kill the pact. When it’s grown big pulling its weight like thorn. In the flesh of love heavier than a ton. Copy such love not, keep eyes wide open. Keeping away all foul fowls in pen. Conditions by the tons. For true love make their thorns. Ambassador of the Peace.

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Contemporary Poetry: Madiba

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Saturday, December 14, 2013. We are gathering again in Soweto. Soweto where Biko lives. 8216;cause only silt has flowed our away. 8216;cause babies didn’t die to live in shanties. The gold and diamonds they have stashed. While the black betty bourgeois drive audis. On dust filled roads that pollute our hopes and dreams. We are gathering again in Sharpesville. 8216;cause the dogs are in the suites. Sipping moet and chandon. While our passes and blood. Are but memories in their sordid minds. For Red Hand E...

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Contemporary Poetry: Outward Evil Inward Battle: Human Memory in Literature

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Saturday, December 14, 2013. Outward Evil Inward Battle: Human Memory in Literature. Outward Evil Inward Battle: Human Memory in Literature. Is a timely humanistic touch to memory studies. It uses literature. Drawing from various ideas on memory, this rich and authoritative volume results from wide-ranging endeavors centered on the common fact that tracking memory in literature. TRUE BARD: CAMEROONIAN POET. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TRUE BARD: CAMEROONIAN POET. Ambassador of the Peace.

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Contemporary Poetry: Little Sacred Song (LSS LXXV)

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Wednesday, December 25, 2013. Little Sacred Song (LSS LXXV). That bait I would not take! Make your peace by craving all that’s fake. And to your face I will sing to you. Without fear you are a shame times two. For you trample underfoot His Name. Free of stain with thoughts and claims of fame. And knowing he does not His work do. For such as to His faith He is True. As I hold fast to my refusal. Of mud slings at my divine royal. From you or any who with putrid. Slurs try to drag down the slums and rid.

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Contemporary Poetry: New Collection: Worth Their Weight in Thorns

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Monday, April 21, 2014. New Collection: Worth Their Weight in Thorns. TRUE BARD: CAMEROONIAN POET. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). TRUE BARD: CAMEROONIAN POET. Ambassador of the Peace. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. What do you think of the poets style? Http:/ cameroonpoetryalive.wordpress.com. Http:/ cameroonpoetryalive.wordpress.com. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.

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Contemporary Poetry: We Shan’t Perch

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Monday, April 21, 2014. We Shan’t Perch. Her music has just. And called for no. Knell, bell, snell, cell, gel,. Smell, yell, spell, girl, fell…. Shot hunting change for all. But stood tall,. She is a master. So she won’t look. Nor utter a yelp at the fluke. On whom should be unlocked swarms of bees. To buzz change with e in their ears. And hoping one of their ears hears. Not the soft music. But the pain with which all is sick. Of them dreaming in silence we die. Round the clock we shall tell them they lie.