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Mother, my first love

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

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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

 

 

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Life Long Crush

Posted in poems, random with tags , , , , , , on April 18, 2013 by Charles Bernard

Life Long Crush

The one with glow on her skin
And fire in her eyes
Images from yesterdays
Memories of past years
A face of innocence lined with a charming smile

The one with glow on her skin
And fire in her eyes
Beautifully crafted in whole
From her scalp to her sole
Everything in a perfect fit

The one with glow on her skin
And fire in her eyes
Kill this childlike fascination
Just a kiss of your luscious lips
Unfold a moment of magical pleasure

The one with glow on her skin
And fire in her eyes
Dazzles away before dawn
With the moon and stars
Am left with only a fascination

Shandi

Posted in poems, random with tags , , , , , on January 29, 2013 by Charles Bernard

Shandi

I still think of our moments together
The many sweet words you told me
I have since realized them to be lies
I still think of our moments together

I hope you still think of me
And my memories make your days brighter
I still think of our moments together
The many sweet words you told me

FGC maiduguri

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 23, 2013 by Charles Bernard

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FGC Maiduguri “the castle of the great”

How can i forget
The early morning raising bell
The chill of cold water down my skin
The long cane chasing me to the dining hall

How can i forget
The ever watery tea and paltry loaf of bread
The urgency of Tuesdays and Thursdays egg
The neatness for Saturday pap and akara
The frown when break fast was at 10 am

How can i forget
The oil stain on our white tops
The littered pieces of food that showed we had enough
Though hunger chewed at our cords
The running around to keep the morning laws

How can i forget
Mondays assembly and the neatness for it
The ever unending roll calls
The punishing of the faulty
The urge to be the best

How can i forget
The golden sweet voice of E J Kadala
The speech by the press
The head prefect warnings
The show of academic excellence

How can i forget
The rush to the canteen during breaks
The quick cup of cereals before lunch
The hush whispers at lunch tables
The delight in every scooped spoon

How will i not
Celebrate when she is honoured
Lament when she is troubled
Stand up for her when she is dispersed
Walk with pride as her product

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