For Mungo mad Bard.*
True, we may be mad like him!
Our own will not hide behind a beard
Defying razors and glances
A kinky mass and mess
Charging over an innocent shirt
Bewildered chest condemned
to carry promised words
Stark naked and prancing
So we may be mystic like him!
Our own does not defy dust
In Sandja clothed waist
Sandal clad disapproving
Tiko wrinkled feet
Beating a singular track
Impressing a generation
Brilliant individuality and personality
We may be mad! Why deny?
Our own fresh sweet palm wine
Sour head churning brew
Sung or unsung
Poet people cherish the madness
Mystic- bearded ways and such!
* Mbella Sone Dipoko-Cameroonian Poet (of evergreen memory)
Poet person
The poet in me
Reserves the right to be
Radically different
Alarmingly innocent
of the ways of this world
This poet claims her privilege
To be revolutionary
And reactionary
To be verbose
To sop silence up
To defy reason
And spot treason to think
confront it with a flash of ink
And brilliant wit
Intense poet-woman
has her license
Carrying on like the World
Lags far behind
Ignorant and philistine
Bidding silly time
Like it is infinite
She knows better
Bizarre poet creature
Than to abandon her calling to be
A conscience alert bright and free
Instead she baffles me
With a choice to hunt the moon
When it is full
And embrace the sun
Setting in purple green deep sea
To soar with the wind
and invite the rains blessing
as she unfurls her sail of words
on the shore of the morning.
"The poet in me reserves the right to be radically different alarmingly innocent" firm read, elegant word play.
Posted by: Account Deleted | June 03, 2010 at 05:39 PM