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Richard Nah Poem
Dear fatherland
the cradle of races
you lie among the many
with great sight of differences
in this mulatto of western languages
Oh great triangle!
you rise and fall
like ocean tides
in landscape and beauty
in patois and culture
Tell me you're not corrupt
deny racial discrimination
country of peace
river of prawns, Africa in miniature
Cameroon.
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2009
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Richard Nah Poem
Un poème pour mon pays
Chère patrie
Le berceau de races
Vous êtes parmi les nombreuse
Avec une grande diversité de vue
Dans ce mulâtre des langues occidentales
Oh grand triangle!
Tu te lèves et te couches
Comme les marées océaniques
Dans ce beau paysage
En patois et en cultures
Dis-moi que tu n'es pas corrompu
Refuse la discrimination raciale
Pays de paix
Rivière de crevettes, Afrique en miniature
Oh Cameroun mon beau pays !
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2016
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Richard Nah Poem
In her eyes rises the flames of love,
The passion of care and cherish;
She sings with such a beautiful voice
That the clicks and clacks of her rhythms makes me dance to her tune;
The words she airs and the way she takes me by the hand,
Pricks a call for concern and makes me feel that endless love;
I made her my sugar mummy,
Teaching her the physics of love
And she made me her sugar daddy,
Teaching me the linguistic of love;
Each time I take her for a walk,
She holds me so tight and lean that beautiful head of hers by my shoulders,
Letting that hand of mine to crap her waist;
I spend my time preaching to her lovely ears the melodies of kindness
And she spends her time just doing it to me;
If there is anything I have ever needed,
It’s her and the kinds she possess.
The end
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2007
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Richard Nah Poem
Will you like to go out with me?
I saw a film today,
a film of you and I;
Then I had a dream,
a dream of our being;
It looked so good, so innovating ...
You took my hand,
telling me the truth in every bits of your words;
And like the moon standing with its star,
I now ask you;
Will you like to go out with me?
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2007
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Richard Nah Poem
Bago bago…
Sounded the drums at the village square,
This time not for a mere elderly meeting nor was it for a village gathering.
Neither was it for a warrior’s announcement.
So I dash into the hut,
Alerting grand-pa,
Who was sited by the fire side sniffing snuff
Child; he childed
The drums speaks at a distance,
But the elders had predicted.
Sit down, he added
You are being summoned by the Ngû at the village shrine,
Following the issue between you and Nyibio
Meanwhile I sad down listening to grand-pa,
I took things light;
Besides the princess is in love with me and not with that old notable Nyibio
Son; he sonded
You are to appear there before three days,
If not you will be banish from this land.
But I prefer you go and check “whatz” wrong tomorrow.
So I set off for the shrine as early as possible the next day;
Arriving the shrine and seeing the angry look of the shrine master,
I knew there was going to be trouble.
Nyibio must have motivated him,
And
A battle between David and Goliath was certain.
Stand here; he said
Speak out, he added arrogantly
Tell the gods what you know about the princess;
It continues…
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2007
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Richard Nah Poem
Je t’aime
Je t’ai écris dans ma memoire
puis je t’ai redigé dans mes pensés
avec la plus fine des ancres de mon coeur!
Et comme un devoir à faire
J’ai finis par te garder sur les images de mes yeux,
dans les sons de mes orielles
et aux battement de mon coeur!
Pour chaque gestes que j’ai pu faire
et que je fasse,
me reviel d’un toi en moi
qui m’en comble et m’en porte!
Mais que puisse – je faire?
t’écrire une lettre d’amour
ou de te rediger un poeme?
Car je crains que les mots ne puisse pas te dire à l’absolu
ce que ma pensé est,
les raison et excuses que je peu en fabriquer
juste pour te dire que je t’aime!!!
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2011
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Richard Nah Poem
Here my story begins,
here I stand,
facing the world all alone;
It all began with one lady he ladied,
One boy she boyded and sugared,
Just to finish in the net of Mr. Death.
Hah!
How painful it is,
How hurt it is for the poor boy.
Meanwhile he stood by their graves,
Mourning and weeping,
Cursing the world,
And doubting the Lord His God,
Having no one to shade the tears with,
To neither sympathize nor comfort.
The community sad pointing accusing fingers here and there,
Blaming the uncle and aunt,
Speaking of nothing other than slow poison and witch craft,
One after the other murmured in his belly,
Pasting sympathious faces,
But ignoring the happened,
Few weeks after the happened,
Came Doctor Okiriki James,
Native of the community, son of the soil
HIV/AIDS is a reality,
Make your HIV/AIDS test
In order to know your status,
Those were his words
As he moved round the village,
Whispering on his karaka bicycle;
It was spoken by men, women and children
Sand as many times as possible
Over the radio and shown on the T.V.
With the ingenuous aid
Of Doctor Okiriki James,
The orphan went in for an HIV/AIDS test.
Hellas!
You are HIV positive,
But that’s not the end of life.
With this status
You are still capable of doing
A lot of things…
Yes,
Words of comfort
And advice,
What have I done to deserve all these?
What curse?
In which world am I found?
The poor boy questioned,
Murmured
And doubted the future,
If only his parents knew,
If only he knew and talked to them,
If only,
Doctor he doctored,
Son the doctor answered,
What should I do?
First you have to know there is no cure for HIV/AIDS,
But you can take anti-retro viral drugs
To slow down its destruction of the immune system,
Take good care of your self,
Eat well, especially fruits
For the body needs them.
Don’t get into
Any unprotected sex with any one
And don’t expose objects stained with your blood.
Doctor he doctored again,
Thanks very much,
I have heard you and I will do as you say...
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2007
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Richard Nah Poem
She first and last my thoughts of memory,
puzzling my sight of write in a poet's swift tale of recite
My melody another flow,
as her fidgets digits the rhyme scheme of every heartbeat of mine
She's not of a tale,
yet her tangible is aloof my abodes
...and with her am ready to mingle!
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2017
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Richard Nah Poem
Au cœur de l’Afrique
Parlent les chutes d’eau
Comme les paroles de nos ancêtres.
Aux rythmes de nos tam-tam
T'els sont les rythmes du songs,
Qui font chanter et danser la nature,
Aux pas de nos danses,
T'els sont les pas de danse de la nature
Qui font pousser les grains de chez nous,
Aux goûts de ces grains
T'el est le goût du couscous
Qui fait notre joie et bonheur,
Ainsi parle la nature
Ainsi va la vie
Ainsi chante la nature.
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2007
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Richard Nah Poem
At the verge of this our day break,
permit me pour this few words from my cup;
For these are not the lyrics of a song,
but the voice of my soul,
the cry of my life;
You possessed my air of indifference,
appearing quite debonair,
making me fall without sliding to the sabotage of your indifference;
With your unique kind of joyful smile,
you engulf me,
filling my yesterdays with your love,
creating a light I don’t understand,
demanding my fingers on your soft ivory skin;
Such awareness to these emotions,
untouched and raw becomes more expose than my flesh,
and my heart at your feet teetering on the brink;
Falling is inevitable,
but in whose arms is the question my heart holds,
wondering why it has not been declared,
for the answer lies within you my love,
as I truly and madly fall deeply into you.
Copyright © Richard Nah | Year Posted 2008
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