Long Cameroon Poems
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If I ever visited Cameroon
I'll aimlessly wander in its vast lands
Savouring every moment of its beauty
And marvel at the mysterious work of God's hand
If I ever visited Cameroon
I'll make friends with the grassfields of Bamenda
So I'll let to wander around its vast vegetations
Savour the green wonders of nature
I'll draw the last stroke on that portrait
In my dream I drew of Douala
Of the smiling little hills
Of which the power of the sun yields.
If I ever visited Cameroon
The last piece in that puzzle solved
For I will meet the true Savannah
A home to elephants, lions and hyenas.
I am innocent.
I will never plead guilty
For all the crimes against humanity that France and its colonialist accomplices
Have committed in the cradle of my ancestors for centuries.
The color of my skin is neither a crime nor a tragedy.
I do not have to justify being a human being.
I am a Sub-Saharan African.
I am a Bantu from Equatorial Africa,
Like all those Pygmies exhibited in wooden cages by this Christian and supposedly humanistic West.
What have I done to inherit the nightmares of Françafrique?
What have I done to flee misery on a land so rich, chained to the voracity of Western predators?
I will never sing the symphonies of submission
Upon the altar of servitude
To sanctify my humanity.
I do not have to submit to the Negrophobia of these supremacist savages.
I was born free on a land devastated by Western imperialism.
I grew up in one of the colonial wastelands
Of a France that is still slave-minded.
I built myself amid the savagery of a banana republic,
Worshipping the tyranny of alienated natives of Françafrique.
I have never feared death.
I lived in a dilapidated cemetery, lined with the living dead.
The scourges of misery shaped the coldness of my lucid soul.
I am the product of the colonial massacres
Of the slave-trading France of the Enlightenment in Africa.
I am the proof that the Republic of Human Rights
Has never treated Sub-Saharan Africans as free human beings.
I bear the indelible scars left by the independence fighters of Cameroon.
I will never be ashamed of being an African with melanin-filled skin,
Even if Marianne’s Negrophobic children call me a parasite,
While French multinationals brutally plunder the wealth of my continent.
I am an ambitious migrant,
An honorable undocumented immigrant,
A humanist Pan-Africanist,
A preacher of the saving values of liberty, equality, and fraternity.
I do not believe that democracy is the paradigm
Of Africa’s colonial trading posts.
I did not cross the Mediterranean
To become a prostitute for the criminal capitalism of the West.
The fascists of the Republic mock the thousands of African women
Who end up swallowed
By the deadly waters of the Mediterranean.
I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just abound!
I'll highlight some of the more interesting varieties just to name a few,
That creep and crawl amongst us in this world-wide conglomerate zoo!
There's the Red-bellied Grackle, Pig Footed Bandicoot and Aquatic Rat;
Paraguana Mustached Bat, Zanzibar Guitarfish and the Andrean Cat!
A rare Whiskered Flower Pecker, Canarian Shrew and Amaragosa Vole,
A Peruvian Climbing Mouse, African Wild Ass and an Arend's Golden Mole!
Also listed were the Aruba Island Rattlesnake and the Okinawa Rail,
The Western Wattled Cuckoo Shrike and the Rolling Pebblesnail.
Something called the Philippine Warty Pig and the African Wild Dog,
And a Red-collared Mountain Babbler plus a Tanzanian Screeching Frog!
I also found a Banded Wobblegong and a reptile called a Bailey's Snake,
A Cameroon Clawless Otter and something called a Band-bellied Crake!
How about the Concave-eared Oderous Frog or an Eastern Bristlebird,
The Charming Thicket Rat, Common Yobby or a rare Dahl's Jird!
Some folks may find some redeeming value having these critters in our midst,
And I suppose to a certain degree we must learn with them to coexist.
But more importantly, if humankind can't learn in peace on earth to dwell,
We *****sapiens could end up on the endangered species list as well!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 7 on Amy Green's "Ode To The Endangered" Contest - June 2010
In the green and misty hills of Buea, where Mount Fako stands tall,
Lives a mentor and a leader who answers the data call.
The name Vianney Forewah made it to the lamp light,
Guarding routers, lines, and servers to keep our network right.
As a Telecom Controller for the country’s elite,
He watches over traffic, making sure connections meet.
A Master in Forensics and a sharp, defensive mind,
He traces hidden hazards and the threats that lurk behind.
At NEXGEN and COMPSUDEV, he leads with steady hand,
To bring the gift of digital across his native land.
He speaks for open access and protects the internet,
So the youth can learn in safety without a single threat.
In classrooms accross schools, the students gather round,
To listen to his lectures where true cyber rules are found.
He maps out the curriculum, he tests them on the floor,
A proud and patient teacher opening up a brand-new door.
From Nmap down to Cowrie, he sets his honeypots,
Catching bugs and clever hackers in their secret little plots.
Suricata shields the system, while the malware gets scanned through,
Teaching students how to handle what the cyber crooks might do.
He cares about inclusion, making sure no hand is bound,
Like the recent time in Manila where the BrailleRAP device was found.
He brings the open hardware back to build it at the space,
So those who cannot see the screen can find their proper place.
A traveler of the global stage, from Abidjan to Spain,
He joins the world’s internet fights to minimize the pain.
A YALI West West Fellow and Ambassador with pride,
He shares his tech-for-peace ideas with leaders far and wide.
At home, he is a family man, a father and a son,
Who celebrates each milestone when the busy day is done.
With simple words and daily care, he helps young people grow,
A helpful peer and guiding light that Cameroon and the world gets to know.
WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL
Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all?
Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles
crash the Titans (beetle) growing more than six inches.
Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish
extending at ten feet, tummy-filled with one
full swallow of a child... Horrible!
Godzilla in Japan's sea is the Nomora Jellyfish!
However, the tipped nightmare fuel
incorporeal spill is not at all hazardous.
Jamison Stone, an eleven year old boy,
killed almost, this wild giant hog of 1051 lbs.
Lizards like the giant Salamanders aren't cute at all--
measuring six feet long: the largest of their kind!
Nuisance to Australia's dangerous wildlife, cane toads,
originally are found in South and Central America!
Power and beauty
quiets all his challengers when Percheron
runs, runs fast in a horse race!
Savory staple is the spider Crab but warning!
Their claws can do some serious damage!
Under a tree, don't be shock of the flying fox:
vampires to sweet-juices of fruits in New Guinea...
Weighing over a ton, Trigger is the cow for truckload of macs!
Xenopos are Cameroon Goliath that can live up to fifteen years.
Yes, humans are tough but compared to these behemoths,
zings we have are just their toys!
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***Source:
http://www.viralnova.com/giant-animals/ and
http://diply.com/different-solutions/20-unbelievably-giant-animals/30768/4
***nightmare fuel - stingray; flying-fox - bat
==Sponsor Name: Broken Wings==
=Contest Name: Trashed #2=
==6th place==
O. E. Guillermo
2:49pm, September 04, 2015
Two women in their twenties
Were conversing where I sat.
They chatted ‘bout their lives,
A little this, a bit of that.
But one thing that I overheard
Sure made me pay attention,
For entering the Peace Corps
Was one woman’s planned intention.
She’d just returned from Africa,
Four months in Cameroon.
She hoped her Peace Corps stint
Would take her someplace else real soon.
I marveled at her freedom
And the joys of being young,
The endless possibilities
That she could choose among.
I long ago was in that boat,
No ties to hold me back.
The Peace Corps never was my thing –
Adventure genes I lack.
Yet still, the world was at my feet.
I journeyed and explored;
But then I settled down,
My wanderlust largely ignored.
Just listening to that young woman
Hit me like a slap.
Her youth was like a vast terrain,
My age was like a trap.
Don’t get me wrong – I like my life
And plan to travel more,
But endless possibilities
No longer are in store.
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
" 1st price, poetry
contest,
poemsclub.com,
April 2014"
As long as the wind still blows
His words will still reecho
In the dreams we forget when we wake
In the thoughts that dip and surface.
"Africa must unite
We have the resources
We have the manpower
Only unity remains"
These words will fly with the Monsoon
Across the plains of South Sudan, Cameroon
Climb the hills of DR Congo, walk the lonely deserts of Libya
Drift through the woods of Mozambique, through Ethiopia’s.
They will reecho in Somalia’s savannah
Breathe through the Sahel, Nigeria’s deep oil fields
Flow with the Yenge River of Sierra Leone
Until we hold them close, and call them our own.
And maybe then, in silent knowing
We’ll find the meaning we kept postponing.
Elegy
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”
-Rumi
Soil so dust to dust another loved lost,
Harvested soul now risen separated from its host.
Much needed rest an eager witness missing,
Long lived Lue Birder Grandma Lue,
Creek Blackfoot of such decent.
Native American African blood from Cameroon.
Tears of misunderstanding understood not to understand.
Miss guise until she was under the influent,
Her self is not here inside tis casket vision.
Her self has risen, nor has she died she’s risen.
Place not flowers beside nor atop of her;
She no longer can shell the aroma,
That that’s in the coffin just bones, that’s not Grandma.
Heaven sent, heaven scents blessedness we miss,
I look up I submit I smack smooch Kiss”….
Blow up onto heaven a Kiss,
Daddy Father God her presence I sore, truly miss.
Heaven blessed be at peace enjoy the fellowship and view
She’s not gone she’s just not here
Grandma Lue
8/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I will be quite honest with you
this girl does not know a thing about football or soccer
men or women's, not a thing . . .
but, I can feel the excitement of what is happening in France
especially the opening game on Monday with my
country of Canada vs Cameroon . . .
and WOW, Hoot, Hoot, VICTORY for Canada !!!!!!
of course, its a four week tournament so anything can happen
but being a Canadian let me wave our flag-
I am so proud of these amazing athletic women
and their fighting spirit to win, win, win . . .
so proud- not just for the Canadian women but all
the players on every team from all over the world
for their dedication and work to be the best they can be
and for representing the women of the world-
oh yeah, I like women who play the game of football soccer !
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June 11, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Their Fighting Spirit To Win
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1151-602-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 2019 FIFA Women's Cup France
sponsor, Mark Toney
Third Place