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I Have Seen Poverty

Posted in poems, random with tags , , , , , , , on January 29, 2016 by Charles Bernard

poverty

 
It stares at me everyday on news headlines
It glides like Lagos state traffic
It screams in the ruined town of Maiduguri
It flows like River Niger along Onitsha boarder
 
Yes I have seen poverty
 
It lives in the swollen belly of Somalia kids
It swims in the painful tears of Sudan kids
It plays with kids on the street of Freetown
She is the smiling toothless kid of Congo
 
Yes I have seen poverty
 
Embedded in the long speeches of Mallam Sanusi
It is sleeping near Abacha’s resting place
It is living on Dimba Igwe’s regular column
Google Africa you can find her in abundance
 
Yes I have seen poverty
 
It flies around with flies near many open latrines
It lays lonely in many rusty water pipelines
It hovers over us as a thick fog
It flies to Swiss banks for vacation occasionally
 
Yes we have all seen “poverty”
 
#greendiarynotes
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Broken Spell

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 18, 2016 by Charles Bernard

broken spell

Life is a miracle and love a myth
Finding the perfect one is the magic
Plenty perfect faces in the crowd
Coming and going in a frenzy
Once the spell is cast
The magic begins to take toll
 
You re-live in your head
Every little moment spent together
Even your dreams and thoughts
Becomes a theater for her show
Reality merges with illusions
Then slowly you are drown
Deep down the toxic ocean of love
 
At dawn, it is her voice you crave
At dusk, it is her arms and lips
Beneath the moonlight
Her eyes sparkle like no other
At the first hint of sunlight
Her thoughts sets the day off
 
Life is a miracle and love is magic
Endlessly you spun poems about her
Singing love songs with vivid images
You see beauty in everything
Even shadows take an abstract beauty
Such is the power of love’s spell
 
One morning you wake alone
A stale smell of sweat from the nightmare oozes
You start to remember it all
How it went down crumbling
The little fights and without warning
She had fled!
 
#greendiarynotes

Mother, my first love

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 11, 2016 by Charles Bernard

mmm

Mother 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

 

 

Nigeria: when will the shameful image of the police force change?

Posted in Articles, random with tags , , , , , , on January 7, 2016 by Charles Bernard

newcityhubWelcome to Nigeria where the police harass indiscriminately the very people they were paid to protect. It is so common an occurrence that most people try to avoid any confrontation with these force men even when necessary for crime to be averted. The profession of police in this end has become a money hunting venture where every crime including no crime has a price once the police apprehend you.

If you happen to report a case to the police station you will be charged a fee before action is taken regarding your case, you pay according to the weight of your case.

If your vehicle is stopped on the road and one of your document is missing “that is when they decide to check” you pay according to your status. If by chance every paper is intact still the smiling cop won’t relent till you part with a small bill. Numerous cases of bus drivers shot because they refused to part with as little as 20 naira has been swept under the carpet. Such action is even viewed upon as norm in our country and the families are left to bear the blunt.

The primary objectives of the police in this country has at no time received adequate attention from the men in uniform, in fact there were many cases of police aided crimes during the era of high way robbery. Thank God for the improved banking systems and transportation so that traders no longer have to travel with huge sums under risky conditions.

The several efforts of past administrations to reform the Nigeria police have woefully failed as our police has remained the same crime infested organization. So long as the thousands of little check points remain around every nook and cranny of this country harassing free moving citizens, exhorting them this shameful image of the police will remain.

N.B. we must not the fail to commend the efforts of few police men who have served the nation diligently. Men who have sacrificed their life so that the law could be upheld and human life protected, it is people like them that give us hope for a better police force in the future.

Diary of triolets ( VOL1 )

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , on June 20, 2014 by Charles Bernard

1. Shut In
I long to hear you
Say some nice words
Not many! Just few!
I long to hear you

Together we do our chores
But nothing is new
I long to hear you
Say some nice words

2. Autonomy
My mind is a free spirit
Eager to roam the globe
And beyond without limit
My mind is a free spirit

Learning to walk the rope
Every new experience is a gambit
My mind is a free spirit
Eager to roam the globe

3. Moral
Please give him a coin
Even if it is your last
Don’t look at him with scorn
Please give him a coin

Don’t walk away too fast
At least smile at his pun
Please give him a coin
Even if it is your last

4. Goodbye
Goodbye to all past days
Looking forward to tomorrow
The rising sun in my gaze
Goodbye to all past days

I stare into the mirror
I see a new face
Goodbye to all past days
Looking forward to tomorrow

5. Obsession
You won’t leave my thoughts
Every second I carry you along
I wish you know it hurts
You won’t leave my thoughts

I don’t care if it’s wrong
I keep casting lots
You won’t leave my thoughts
Every second I carry you along

6. Desire
Only eyes could speak
Thy luscious lips won’t move
My pretence was so weak
Only eyes could speak

My thoughts lost in love
Away I couldn’t look
Only eyes could speak
Thy luscious lips won’t move

7. Ambiguity
I am neither here or there
You leave me divided
I wish you are here
For! I am neither there or here

Since the day you fled
Life seem so unfair
I am neither here or there
You leave me divided

8. Avarice
Leave us loaf on the table
Least we die of hunger
As you with our fate gamble
Leave us a loaf on the table

Watching from yonder
All is in a shamble
Leave us loaf on the table
Least we die of hunger

 

9. Business
Come on dear karma
Let us trade wares
Come be my shaman
Come on! Dear karma

I wish to pay all my fares
And be free from yama
Come on dear karma
Let us trade wares

10. Secrets
Who knows my pains?
How I get through everyday
He who can perceive thoughts
Is he! Who know my pains?

Thoughts! A secret beam of ray
Hidden behind life games
Who knows my pains?
How I get through everyday

When the storm began

Posted in Saint immortal poems collection with tags , , , , , , on February 19, 2014 by Charles Bernard

The storm started suddenly
Its wind broke branches of trees
Some found shelter under the rocks of the island
Others it carried away with its anger

When the storm began
Awake I was, staring out into the street stormy
Suddenly the roof above me lifted
The coldness of its rage took over me where I stood
I had nowhere to run and it drenched me

There I was in the stormy weather all alone
It’s cold anger beating me to surrender
I was as white as the morning snow
Tears flood down my cheeks without my knowledge
It took my last courage with It

Ever heard of a broken heart?
I heard one before the storm was over
But when the sun came up
It dried it all up and gave me hope
That little did I remember the storm
Saint immortal

A Country of penury, pain and mayhem.

Posted in random with tags , , , , , , on January 13, 2014 by Charles Bernard

A Country of penury, pain and mayhem.

What good is a man without love?
He is even to himself a great evil
A willing and humble slave to the devil
Karma would weigh him with his own clove

No war is just! No blood shed was worth it!!
Killing a common man to protect a common man?
Plotting evil underneath the northern pans
Soon another location they would hit

What folly have men perfected?
Under the guise of religious fanaticism
In the past “Together” we had fought racism
Now they want our paths parted

What folly have men perfected?
Ethnicity propels segregation
Weak weaken the strong enfeebled nation!
A country of penury, pain and mayhem; they created

We watch wealth and bliss washed off the shore
Daylight dims on sunny days
High spires crumble on worship days
Lives are spare not in this country dire show

If come hope to stay—they hope to slay
Covetous and desirous politico
Seers can’t tell the age of how far we go
Of the men sworn in a day of may..

Say a prayer for the dawn of a new age
Of Mutual respect despite your religion
Soaring high and away from our tribal dungeon
At the helm of affairs then; a great sage
~ a Stephen Crown and Charles Bernard poem collection~

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