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A Tribute to Bate Besong
(Poesía)
3-06-2007
by RANSOME®, CHO
Tribute to B B
You knew too well the face of this day
These seasons that fed us with hunger and pain
You wailed out loud
As the cloak of darkness fell
As the chanting of the anthem fell out of rhythm
To the resonating...
Friendship
(Opiniones)
31-12-2001
by RANSOME®, CHO
Being a good friend is really an art, a skill
A wonderful talent
that comes from the heart.
It's knowing the kind thing
To do or to say,
Listening and talking
A problem away.
It's being together
In good times and bad,
And just with a...
Illness
(Poesía)
26-03-2002
by RANSOME®, CHO
When it gets you
You say why only me?
You lie there and no one gets sick with you
You languish with tears from pains from the needles
The Docs say it is okay, just some few more days
You sit up all night awake
Just to get up still ill...
Le Verbe Pouvoir
(Opiniones)
10-01-2002
by RANSOME®, CHO
SI TU PEUX ME FLATTER AU POINT
QUE JE ME PLAISE A MOI-MÊME;
SI TU PEUX M'ABUSER PAR DES
JOUISSANCES; QUE CE SOIT
POUR MOI LE DERNIER JOUR!
LA, TU M'AURAIS EU POUR TOI
SEUL, MON AMOUR!!
JE T'AIME;ETERNELLEMENT PARLANT.
THE NON-VIOLENT SOCIETY
(Opiniones)
3-07-2002
by RANSOME®, CHO
I HOLD that non-violence is not merely a personal virtue. It is also a social virtue to be cultivated like the other virtues. Surely society is largely regulated by the expression of non-violence in its mutual dealings. What I ask for is an...
THE PETALS OF LOVE ''HOMMAGE TO MY LATE UNCLE FESTUS FON''
(Opiniones)
10-07-2002
by RANSOME®, CHO
I dream of this tale of love
While the clouds slowly drift
In grand beds of cotton buds
Lofty in height and pure in space
Lovely like a queen, young and fair.
And though she drifts by with the clouds
Longing for some joy unborn
Which time...
The Waves
(Poesía)
11-07-2004
by RANSOME®, CHO
One moment you have shortage. . .
The next you have excess. . .
One day you have nothing to do. . .
The next you don't have time to get it all done. . .
One day the refrigerator is empty and you are hungry. . .
The next you have a half...
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