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Why Can'T We Play

You and I, smiling together and clapping hands.
Erasing ultimatums from drifting lands.

You and I, walking and petting leaves
As together, we nurture our land and plant trees.

You and I, burying the gun and the mortar 
As with genuine love, we say no to slaughter.

You and I, fairly sharing our cake fifty fifty,
As, black, Asian or Caucasian, we are but one in the holy trinity.

You and I calmly, praying on different places,
For Muslem or Christian, we are but one without traces.

And while we play, we sing "Hakuna Matata"
For in peace, we would bask just like Mandela
                                     © Temajung Michael T.

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Home

There is no place as better as home
not even heaven is as better as home

He strolled aimlessly in the streets of Amsterdam,
deep in reverie and gnashing his teeth.
Here, he had come for greener pastures
and gold,he had hoarded.
He lives in affluence, in destitude of nothing.
But lurking somewhere in his heart is a longing,
a longing that cannot be satisfied there,
A longing for home.

To yaounde because of an obligation
that is important for my education,
I embarked.
Everything cruises well for me but for one thing;
A longing for home.

A home is a haven more that heaven
She is the mother to all orphans
a place to relieve you of your solitude
it is an antidote to loneliness and homesickness

On several occasions, from Amsterdam he had called,
calling to tell me of his one unhappiness.
‘MICHAEL, I MISS HOME’

So really, there is no place as better as home,
NOT EVEN HEAVEN

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Ode To Michael Jackson

This icon was as noble as a king
in many ways as wise as solomon
but great was he like Chris Himself

His voice was as soft and touching as a fairy’s
in many ways he was as meek as a lamb
with garments as opulent as if made in heaven

His songs made the world tremble
and his sight made people fumble
in music, he was invincible

He danced beyond measure
his dancing style was unique
the way he arrayed his dresses on him was unique

He was as rich as solomon
for the gold he amassed was beyond measure
he could turn black to white

when he danced, what a sight!!!
and when he monwalked, it was a marvel
when he twisted people were mesmerised.

“King of pop” he earned the title
grammy amonsgt other awards bored him
MJ was a supernatural being

As humans we have flaws
he was no exception
for he was a human

At two scores and a half
our icon breathed his last
bringing sorrow to our world

He will forever dwell in our minds
for he was a man who knew no bounds
for his songs still thrill people

MICHAEL JACKSON, I LOVE YOU

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Is There Still Hope

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"

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Am Proud of Who I Am

When I look back on my life,
I can see the pain I have endured,
the mistakes I have made and
the hard times I have suffered.

When I look in the mirror I see how
strong I’ve become, the lessons I’ve
learned and I’m proud of who I am.

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Before

Pharaoh Tutankhamun graced the Egyptian throne,
A negro, brisk and spry.
From his majestical hands, dangled a scepter
And on his handsome head, sat a crown.

His empire was at its peak
For he wielded influence all over africa. 
The bearded Europeans and nubianS sought his protection
For egypt, was a haven.

So organised was the land:

Amun-re and maat protected the people,
The country grew with the help of viziers.
Agriculture was  a noble profession in the land,
As her economic markets were the best in the world

Egypt gave light to Greece and Mesopotamia
For her civilisation altered many a life.
And also, was the birth place of man
Such, was the land of egypt

The middle ages stroke and Europe went to sleep
But mama africa gave birth to many strong children:
Ghana, Mali, Songhai and many more
These children shoke the world with their riches and organisation.

Such was the history that africa recorded before they came.

Fredriech Hegel in want of speech said:
"Africa never had a history before the whites came."
Such a mediocre declaration from an illiterate
For in place of his brain, graced a kidney.

Africa was well civilised before the bearded people came:
We had a religion
We had education as seen in egypt
We had a well organised system in all aspects.

We had everything needed for prosperity,
We attracted them with our gold, thus they came.
But most of all, we believed in equality.
Such was africa before they came/

But when the bearded people came,
They altered our ways and put us in stocks
Then said: "we had no history."
Oblivious that africa had made history,
BEFORE
AND BEFORE 
THEY CAME.

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The Power of Love

As I stood in the clouds in perplexy
and looked around me satirically
I shook my head and sadly said
“be it life thus, I may be living not”
standing there, I wished for death.

I was sad because I was lonely,
lonely because I had nobody,
nobody because I have not seen the right one.
the right one was not there for me for comfort
the right ones are always scarce

And so i continued living a life of voidness
in me there was no sweetness
but then never did I lose faith in God helping me
I continued being optimistic
then suddenly it all happened!!!!

walking home from school one noon
this Queen i beheld
she was as beautiful as a goddess
as enticing as an apple
and as sweet as lollipop

just watching her made my heart skip
a tingling sensation left my heart to my toe
I started seeing things in slow motion
as I watched, a soft wind swept my brow
I was so hpnotised

she started featuring in my dreams.
she was voluptous,
and moreover, vivacious,
she was also enticing and tantalising.
my heart started yearning for her.

when insects chirp on moonlit nights,I long for her
when on moonlit nights
the breeze blows leaves in slow motion
I will always think of her
I now have a will to life for eternity

when on snowy nights trees are swaying in snow,
when the dew mix with snow blanket the earth
I will always love her
for love can turn balck to white

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My Brother, My Enemy

My brother in me sees a foe
And in that foe he sees a friend
In desperation, am stuck
For to flee, there is no end
And for my sake I whimper not
But with tears far surpasses King Lear’s,
Over his lost soul I bawl

What invisible cataract blinds his eyes?
What spell cast by Medusa confuses him?
Together  we’ve  toiled, broiled and brawled
For that in my heart, thou art glued
Of my brothers, you are alone
Brought forth by a mum who slept
And out of our world crept

Why, brother?
Why disregard me?
Why strive to quell me?

My brother sees in me a  foe
And in that foe, sees a friend
For myself I lament not
But for my lost brother, I whoop
                                                   Temajung Michael T

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Waiting For My Love

I waited for her with tears in my eyes
and stayed until I couldn’t see the stars
at last to bed I went with my face in gloom
so sad and melancholic i cried in my doom
I long for my love in my arms
and for that i could give all my treasure for alms

the second day i resume my waiting for my lass
again all day i waited and absented from class
but no shadow could be seen coming my way
no one came to be with me, to stay
heartbroken, i went home downcast
my mind blank with no news of its own to broadcast

she had promised to come again
to be with me and start a new future again
I could remember her last kisses
the way she laughs and teases
I could see love burning in her eyes
but now she is gone, for miles

without her my life was unstable
I was so clumsy, haggard and uncomfortable
where could she be at this time
without her by my side, my sun will never shine
and so to God I did solemnly pray
that she couldn’t have been trapped as prey

I was always at the road as each day passes
waiting for her without any lapses
I could be seen waiting
and on and on I kept waiting
I never felt like giving up
because she once gave me a silver cup

say’ Michael never give up on me’
so I never gave up waiting for her
I waited and waited and waited
till now am still waiting,
waiting for my love.

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No Africa, No France

A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of  different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile,  some agile and some avaricious,
The anopheles was the most fragile but avaricious.

This human, they set eyes on,
She was in possession of everything they needed
And in want of nothing.
So because of her possessions, they attacked her
And she being weak, could do nothing to defend herself.

And so with their proboscis, they sucked her blood,
For many a year, she was continuously being sucked.
As she was being sucked, so was she being bitten,
Some bites were gentle, others, excruciating.
But with God on her side, she stood on her feet.

The wind of change gently blew some mosquitoes away
Others clung tight, for they were desperate
But the human started agitating for her freedom
So the remaining mosquitoes reluctantly left.
But alas!!!! She has been sucked semi dry
She started labouring to regain herself back
Just as the lazy anopheles mosquitoe came back

As the other mosquitoes went  and continued their lives,
The anopheles discovered it couldn’t survive alone
So it came back through lies and deceit to suck more blood
And from that same human, it continued sucking blood,
It will come as if to make peace 
Between the body parts; but that’s a pretext.
It truly came for blood and more blood

The anopheles mosquitoe knows it can’t live without the blood
But it can never accept that fact
Because  of its dirty pride.
It is the laziest of all the mosquitoes
Because it depends solely on the human

If the human doesn’t open her eyes 
And with zeal, fight back,
The anopheles will suck her with no mercy.

NO HUMAN, NO ANOPHELES MOSQUITOE
NO AFRICA, NO FRANCE