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Pa Ngalah Poem
My sweetest dream has always been to be
Lying by you as calm as love can be.
Love can be so calm when by me you lie
And prove truly you dread to hear a lie.
A lie cannot be heard if you can tell
The truth of past secrets I cannot tell.
Secrets I cannot tell because you did
Not care to know how much for you I did.
I did for you all silence does for love
In hope and prayer that you be my love.
My love so hailed in sanctity of heart
Now speaks out loud to woo your sublime heart.
Your sublime heart once strained to seek redress
I opt to spend ink and blood to redress.
To redress such strains binds me to be chaste
And plain to you who needs one who is chaste.
Be chaste my Love that I may find no fault
In you to coax me defile my pure fault.
My pure fault is just selfish ends in dream
To lie by your calm as my sweetest dream.
Yaounde, 06/03/08
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I tried hard to eclipse you from my mind
When you claimed I disgrace manhood you find
In someone else so different from my kind.
I wondered what you meant not to have seen
In me after I had entered the scene
Which you had not wished it there to have been.
I swallowed the insult for fault was mine
To have loved before I could take a fine
Look with clearer eyes not as red as wine.
I wined down the disgrace and drew the screen
Hoping to let the luster of your sheen
Evade my heart that none else can keep keen.
Try as I would I hardly could resign
From your chaste breast where all my thoughts design
An oval throne Cupid’s arrows refine.
Thus I come begging you now not to wean
Me so soon from your milk of love I mean
To savour forever and not go lean.
Cuddle me dear love in your gentle care
Since in you I find a lone gem so rare.
Yaounde, 05/03/08
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Pa Ngalah Poem
PHOTOPHOBIANS RECOIL...
the deal is sealed
and the season
ceases to be
too far from fair
for the foul lair
of Master Bull-
frog frowns open
to reveal rats
who race to ruin
like muddled moles
who prance on polls
they dread to dote
on for fear of
Scale they scorn to
mount because of
loss of weight in
the people's call
caught in its Flame
which clings like curse
to People's Cause
that now is fought
in new vision
of born-again
state or nation
to prick puppet
to strip stooges
who seek to see
our local apes
or country crooks
like puff-adders
kill kith and kin
before 10/11
clads in garb of
9/11
Uncle Sam dreads
to hear just like
frogs and state-toads
with drear delight
cringe when they hear
"LET THERE BE LIGHT!"
which will expose
photophobians
caught in cruel caves
whence they recoil....
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