Felix Bongjoh Poems

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Flames of gold
orchids
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Mother, crawl your eyes over
flames of specks left after a fire.
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Nightflower
The ship cuts horizon,
Crimson yelling behind,
Where sky kisses sea
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Thick like a banyan tree trunk
dressed in slithering snakes
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Mouse The Chime Clock
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A hollow of night
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In the coughed-out
Hurricane and drummed boo
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Let your door
explode
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No sun, no shadow.
Night bower shines with cold coals,
Hearth's deep pit.
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(for dying Ambazonian children and mothers)


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An aircraft has gone
into a feline's roar,
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