I Have Seen Poverty
Posted in poems, random with tags Africa, black men, greendiarynotes, hope, lagos, Nigeria, thoughts, war on January 29, 2016 by Charles BernardHeart of a lover
Posted in poems with tags childhood love, friendship, greendiarynotes, love, poem, poems, Relationship on January 23, 2016 by Charles BernardCome home my handsome lord
The moon is out to seek lovers
Come! let’s delight in its light
Forget the warm bosom of virgins
Nectar is sweet only for a while
Honey soothes the body and mind
Leave the drunks at their table
Come feast on a royal table
Forget philosophers and their words
Would they ever understand Love?
Come and hear of your future glories
In my bosom your happiness lies
Even without riches of gold
Or the features of your body
I will be by you my love
Steady and strong
Smiling and telling you
Sweet life stories all barren years
Till the rain returns
To our heart’s delight
You are my moon and my bloom
My rain and my rainbow
My tears and my laughter
My strength and my love
Wandering Ghosts of the North
Posted in poems, random on January 20, 2016 by Charles BernardHate! Hate!! They screamed
Marching through and destroying all values
In anger they touched our cities
A beautiful arson they perfected
The soothes settle on empty roads
A silent town of wandering ghosts
Ghosts of the hundreds killed
Their crimes nothing but fate
They angry ghosts of the north
Are left to wander forever
Rambling to themselves of in-justice
Silently, the world ignored them
(Written for the thousands of victims killed in Northern Nigeria
Under the guise of Religious “fanatism”)
Broken Spell
Posted in poems with tags friends, friendship, greendiarynotes, heartbreak, hope, love, Nigeria, poem, poems, Relationship on January 18, 2016 by Charles BernardPosted in poems with tags Africa, African kids, african mothers, dreams, Feelings, friendship, greendiarynotes, love, Nigeria, poem, short story, thoughts on January 16, 2016 by Charles Bernard
An Africa mother’s Advice
Where heads you my son?
Tonight witches shall gather
Soon the sun will go to bed
Ndubisi my son come home
Come lay in your mother’s arm
Let my love protect you
Till dawn in my warmth
Come my son
The moon is full tonight
Let me tell you stories
The morals you must hold
Close to your heart all your life
Let them guide your thoughts
Leading you through life’s path
My son
You’re a prince
Like an ant be wise
Let your judgment be sound
Let your heart be filled with mercy
Give alms to the poor
Give food to the hungry
My son
Fear the woman
Her love is sweet
Her heart is dark
Keep your strength
For the love you shall find
And you shall be fruitful
My son
I have watched you grow
Your temper is quick
I fear it would destroy you
Hold it in check
Say but a few words
Let them be your bonds
My son
Your are my strength
Do not forget me when am old
Remember the breast that fed you
And the back that carried you
Let my old bones cling unto you
Let my dry skin feel your warmth
My son, soon
I will be gone from here
Uphold your father’s name
Let not his legacies die
Do me proud in your deeds
From the spirit land I will smile
For even in death I will watch you
#greendiarynotes
Mother, my first love
Posted in poems with tags Africa, African kids, african mothers, black men, friendship, greendiarynotes, hope, memories, mothers, Nigeria, poem on January 11, 2016 by Charles BernardMother has always been there
My first images of the world
Were her pair of beautiful eyes
It keenly watched me since
Never too rebuking nor approving
They just shone on like a beacon
Mother was the first concept of beauty
My mind recognized on earth
Her features soft and comforting
Hers; was the first voice that sang to me
The first smile that shone on me
The first fingers that trickled me
Mother taught me to speak kind words
Corrected me till I made perfect sounds
Never tiring of my meaningless babbles
Always ready to hear and smile
Many mornings she woke me before twilight
And read me bibles verses till twilight
Mother was my first instructor
She taught me to read time
The hours, minutes and seconds
When to eat, play and sleep
She taught me the changes of weather
The myths behind storms and rainbows
Mother guided me through my first steps
She held and steadied me
Till I was strong and firm
I watched her closely everyday
And imitated her facial expressions
Her smiles, laughter and rebuke
Mother prepared my first meals
And for many years too
So her dishes formed my taste buds
How I always hunger for those manna
Mother was my first everything
My friend, my confident and my lover
First kiss
Posted in poems with tags childhood love, first love, love on January 8, 2016 by Charles Bernard
I remember that night well
It still makes my head swell
Though many years ago
Still vivid like a moment ago
It was night’s depth
By two white candles lit
Surrounded by empty desks
And mesmerized by books
Breeze came without warning
Then thunder and lightning
Off went the candles along
Sure the night would go wrong
She sighed, casting her eyes around
I inhaled her whole now
The shampoo, deodorant, her fragrance
It filled my senses
There was a strong arousal
That got a little sensual
As her little fingers found my hair
Emptying my lungs of air
Her soft lips found me first
It was our very first
The rain always reminds me
What It felt like to be you and me