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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

Posted in poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 16, 2016 by Charles Bernard

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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

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

Man dies

Posted in poems with tags , , , , on February 22, 2013 by Charles Bernard

Man dies

One day your going very far from here
With Only a little memory of this world
Only a fading memory left of us
In a world we so much cherish

A new form of existence takes place
Maybe new families and societies
Nothing of here will be there
Not even thoughts and dreams

An existence bound by time and space
Is nothing but a fleeting dream
One day you wake up from one
To an unending form of existence

What then do we fight so desperately to keep
A fleeting dream or an uncertain reality
Why the troubles over nothing
In the end man dies alone

Dark Pursuit

Posted in poems, random with tags , , , , , on January 25, 2013 by Charles Bernard

Dark Pursuit

Trailing my way home at mid night
Listening to the lazy chat of ghosts
Ancient great men trapped in the forest
painful lamentation of souls on a lost path

Curse be upon that white witch
Curse be upon the magical gifts he offered
Many years our blood line suffered
The evil of the deceitful witch

Our minds seduced into pure hate
Our believes shattered by a new order
Please preacher preach no further
If the ways of the old you underestimate

The bitterness has kept us for ages
The sorrow has made us stronger
To return home we are now eager
No more to live like savages

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