Best Embezzle Poems
Because I love you, ensemble,
we could embezzle our happiness
A moment at a time.
Because I love you, we could grant
ourselves, experience the fullness
of love, by giving and receiving
In our everyday life.
Because I love you, ensemble,
let's feel connected to something
greater, than our own ego.
Caress our bodies, Ensemble,
We could sleep head to head,
light the flame without any shame.
Meant to be we would let go of what
wasn't meant to be, have faith
in what will be.
We could primarily dictate our now,
blow the snow steal the wind,
To ride away.
Scream.
Because I love you together,
We could dream and scream,
Light up the darkness of our world,
When resting on our bed.
Since we desire each other together,
we could ride the tide on a boat,
as husband and bride, while sleeping,
Side by side.
Because we yearn for one another,
Lets become from the very few,
To lift our souls towards a beginning,
embrace our love, as we only knew,
How our adoration grew.
Let's hold hands just stand,
entangle our bodies
Then dance to the band,
Till the music ends.
Seduce me.
November 17 2013
Therese Bacha
The song came to me again this
morning,
The youth own the future.
It makes my ear bitter and sorrowful.
We been hearing the old song before,
Yet, no future for us the youths.
We are painted black and red,
the Grey hair men still dominate ,
dominate and embezzle our pride.
Our wings cut off amidst agony.
When is the is the future, leader?
When is our turn to get the national
cake?
When shall we rule perfectly without
god fatherism?
Good neighbourliness is a good thing,
Yet we are hostile and embittered.
Each moves about its own way,
Facing the oddities of life
just like the snake of the forest.
Easily harm and hopeless.
Remember our lives have a price.
a price of dignity and honour.
Our lives has a price to pay before
another phase of life opens.
When shall you remember our pains
and suffering?
When shall we be remember in our
own land?
Remember we follow your footsteps
Give us bread and we shall give to
your offspring.
Such is life to behold.
Stop the torture and embezzlement
and give us quantitative future,
Give us future to hope on .
perhaps that would show us our
position
in ages to come by.
So we can proudly swallow the song
without quarreling with our stomach.
When shall you cease to deceive us?
When shall w be gathered in honour?
When shall we taste the honey from
the land without the bee stings?
In us lies the future but the future is
hidden from us.
Our ancestors passed the songs to
our fathers,
and our fathers passed the song to us
to sing,
we are the leaders of tomorrow
Yet, we will pass it to our children .
Would that not make us foolish
fathers?
When is our future, leaders?
When the position is passing hand to
hand.
remember a hen does not abandon it
chicks,
Because she hopes to nurture and
impact on them.
Lead them to the godly ways so that
when the kite shall come howling
they can hide themselves .
Where shall we hide in the future?
Where is our portion in our native
land?
careful, beware leaders, we count all
your steps
our revolt may claim your lives.
Remember the youths watches you
calmly
yet angry, angry for justice and equity.
Look at that monkey over there!
Can someone tell me what he is wearing?
Is that not an oversize Agbada he's wearing?
Yeaaaah! look at his shoes, are they really shoes?
His 'fila' falling here and there,
Is that how a normal human dresses?
The neck of his Agbada is on his shoulder and
He is putting on the cloth on its back,
The embroiding is visible to his skin.
The sokoto sags to his waist like a prisoner in th US;
Can you see his displayed pants?
Oh! No! Not again.
Can you watch the way he dances without his legs?
Is that how a natural human dance?
Does his teeth looks like that of a man or woman?
Maybe he belongs to the Animatician' Kingdom.
Yeaaaaaah! I have seen his buttock!
He is a monkey with a human buttock!
He is a monkey fashioned from the animal kingdom!
But, I have seen him once in the government house,
He was painted as the president of the country.
So many of them have joined the animal farm!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
All the money he acquired should have make him better or even finer!
Does he have no mirror in his room?
Hmmmmmmmmh!
I can not put on Agbada again if those
That wears it always look like monkeys.
Watch out for his shoes!
There is gum under it!
Make sure he is thoroughly searched before he leaves otherwise, you will lose all your money to his gummed shoes that he put on.
Those monkeys in your party are wiser than you think.
Once they get hold of your fortune, they embezzle it, so becareful here!
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
The healthy man fights not to be sick,
Meticulous doctor prays to have enough patients,
patients hope not to end up in the morgue,
morgue keeper needs more corpses to keep his job,
The coffin maker hopes to make enough sales
to pay his bills;praying that many should die.
The robbers pray not to get caught ,but
to succeed more in their exploits;
Fraudsters plan to swindle more victims,
Crime fighters prepare more to stop crime,
as terrorists device different means to make
their impact more devastating.
A woman prays day and night to have a baby,
A child! of her own to bring out the joy of her marriage
and silent all her enemies and adversaries,
Another refuses to have one;she evacuates her womb
many times in her lifetime,not ready for motherhood,
The strong and wise remain poor,
while the weak and nitwit dined in opulence.
Electorates planned and prayed to elect good leaders,
'Good' leaders embezzle and usurp power,
A man has thirty-six duplexes and two castles
but sleep only in one room,while another man has six children
with no room to lay his body.
Oil exploration increases,piracy increases,
New pipelines constructed,vandals destroy,
UNO sues for world peace,more nuclear weapons
produced,insurgency unabated,
everyone prays to succeed in their quest,
Whose prayer should be answered?
That of UNO or terrorists?
Crime fighters or criminals?
evildoers or good fellows?
Doctors or patients or coffin makers?
Saints or the beasts?
Murderers or mothers?
Hmm!I`m confused...
Thanks to the supreme deity,I`m not in HIS Shoes.
You can fool a fool,
you can cheat one’s mind.
You can con a con,
even steal from the blind.
You can shake a shaker,
you can brutalize a Brut.
You can mob a mobster –
and embezzle their loot.
You can charm a charmer,
sell your soul for a penny.
You can take from a taker,
for pennies you have many.
But can you hold a hand,
and experience love for free?
Know true respect for all to see?
Gain one's trust without a fee?
You poor, poor, foolish soul,
who will ever get to know the "real me".
Achievable
If your parents are corrupt public officials
Attainable
If you embezzle some public funds
Acceptable
If tis what your parents do
Doable
If you run a pretend NGO and divert the funds
Reachable
If you warm the beds of some well-placed fellows
Probable
If you have very generous relatives in the diaspora
Possible
If you are exceptionally optimistic by nature
Let the toothless dog bark
it wouldn't harm the shark
Because they continue to embezzle the fund
And crabbing public land
Dollar meant for developing the shanties
into reputable cities
Stole by rich becoming richer day by day
Poor languishing in poverty without pay
Urgent alarms for sobriety rings
See what lack of knowhow brings
If you know your Constitutional rights
It's about that time to fight
for what you deserve at the grassroot
Fairness be your prime pursuit
If they like let petrol be one
thousand naira at the station,
It is not my business not at all
I will still have my tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.
If they like let them find not
The hungry budget paper,
It is not my business not at all
I will still have my tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.
If they like let them create million
Jobs in the inland and the mainland,
It is not my business not at all brother
As far as they did not take my cup of tea
I will still live and drink with Agege bread.
If they like let them feed school children
One square meal per day in their hungry
State, sister, it is not my business to know
I will still have my cup of tea sweet as breast milk
Every morning with Agege bread to water down.
If they like let them fight over the country,
Let them embezzle all the money here leaving
The poor with nothing to write home about,
It is not my business anyway with them
I will still have my beautiful tea taken daily.
If they like let PMB travel all over the world
It is not my business with them at all here,
I will still make my tea in a brownish colour
As far as my cup of tea is not taken from me
I will be as happy as the puppy in my world.
If they like let them find the Chibok
girls in Sabimsa forest with Children,
it is not my business to know at all
I will still have my cup of tea taken
Every morning with Agege bread.
If they like let them repair the roads,
If they like let them bring light to us,
If they like let them stock all the money
Abroad, It is not my business to question them
I will still have my cup of tea taken daily.
I will only react when my cup is taken;
When my cup is taken from my mouth.
So long they don't take my cup of tea
From my savouring hungry mouth, I will
be fine, let madness rule and ruine them all fool.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
What is the real meaning of a handshake?
Is it just a greeting or something a bit more?
It’s such a small gesture that anyone can make.
It shows a little trust that wasn’t there before.
We seem to have lost the meaning of the little things.
What is it about life that has hardened our hearts?
It’s easy to smile and see the happiness that it brings.
A simple nod to a stranger is where it all starts.
Seems we’ve forgotten about the Father’s only begotten,
Son sent to a foreign land immoral & rotten.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes, placed in a manger,
Honored and presented gifts in the face of danger.
Christmas is now X-mas, meaning lost through the ages,
Gifts given in vain, no wonder we squander our wages.
Will we remember Christmas as the birth of Jesus,
Or just another day off to be people-pleasers?
What is the real meaning of a wedding vow?
Is it just an empty promise that pretends reality?
Marriage seems to be a convenience for now –
Divorce our scapegoat when it’s no longer easy.
We seem to have lost the meaning of commitment.
What is it about the world that makes us break that oath?
It’s a simple matter of accepting a chosen arrangement
And following the path that’s right for us both.
Love has lost its meaning, a term of endearment,
Misused to embezzle feelings after a one-night experience.
Expressed freely and in abundance, often spoken without seeing,
Love is sacrifice from being to being.
Liars are those who cheat
Embezzle the country's money
they lay awake with so much ego
down the country yard, they sing their own song
sucking blood
they deprived the poor of their rights
mass cried in tears for their mislead
Look at who they are, the politicians
Elephant of the forest
When would you dry the mass tears?
liars are those who fail their promises
mountainous animal, mighty and ugliest beast of the earth
inside the black Rock they lay awAke to devour properties
to take that which does not belong to them
oh liars, i chant of sorrow and anger
you took away breast from babies
the masses await your promise but to no avail
But you brought nothing but pains
they are many fingers pointing at you.
Look well least you fall and gnash your teeth
liars are those who deceive
pseudo democrats
Old men of the east
Liars take what does not belong to them
In high order they kill and victimized masses
push them to the thorns to suffer
especially that segment of the media
Audience which are poor, voiceless and cheated
they think of themselves
Dare the hyena howl, let it howl
the poor shall sing and shall be adorn
to God we Kneel in homage
Liars are those who kill
Ambassador of poverty
they are strangers on whom the citizens of the town depend
slender arms full of wickedness
mother fore told me of them
Liars, liars, look and beware
Industries melt down before them
in turn, they make the crowding stony faces of my fellows make me shiver
they watch the roofs and hill wrapped in mist
And laugh scornfully
The night are becoming darker
And you shall be caught in the web
web of destruction of which you caused
Be not amazed beloved, for the swiftly galloping war drums
they must dance to the rhythms as long as they live
when our dead come with their dead
what heart will listen to their lies
if we cry roughly of our torment
We shall one day have to tell gently
The amazing down fall of the liars.
ALL RIGHT RESERVED (C) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT
The nineteen sixty
of my memory
The white label was
changed to black.
Then came the black
lions with a
sharpened teeth
And mouth so wide to
devour the economy.
They sang to the
whites that we could
handle ourselves
But all their dreams
were to mislead and
embezzle
The priceless gift
of nature endowed to
us
Leaving behind the
etiquette and good
manners of
patriotism.
after the republic
arrived in the
nation,
Then the lions
started biting and
chewing
Our bodies, tolling
and devouring our
wealth.
Our forehead marked
the spot they have
bitten,
We howled but no
rescue came because
The white labels had
gone, gone for good.
Then the war came
with its mighty
hands
To worsen our
situation.
There, our brothers,
sisters , mothers,
and fathers died
honourably.
our dreams were
dashed away crying,
houses burnt down
sadly
Peace were asked to
leave for fear and
war.
Hunger were asked to
speak for
satisfaction.
Could nineteen sixty
be remembered for
good?
Could we still smile
in our humble land?
When shall the
future come,
leaders?
We measure our
suffering with
smiles
Yet things are not
getting better.
In the nineteen
sixty of my memory,
The flag was raised
to welcome peace
As a significant of
the white laid in
between.
Yet peace and
harmony remain far
beyond.
The pigs deceived us
in the believing
their selfish
interest
Our blood the street
dogs feasted on.
Why didnt we leave
the white labels?
it could have been
better than killing
ourselves
In hatred and
selfishness.
I wish i could be rich
stand tall and fight the good fight
To save humanity from doom
I wish i could give freedom to the captive
I wish could be the father to the fatherless
feed the motherless babies and return hope to the hopeless.
give them love and freedom the exist
i wish i could change fate to my desire
change the land where love and truth are strangers.
i wish i could not be poor
but i do not crave for foolish riches.
Nor embezzle to be wealthy
like the pigs in power,
Who are worldly pump and power.
i wish not of greed and mad ambitions,
But to seek that that humanity is save
From crises and bad leaders
Who deceive their followers in the long run.
What i desired most is changes,
To embrace love and forgiveness.
i saw another speech today
by a man we call the president
i cried and said to myself
how long
till we wake up and see
through our leaders
what they really are
they say they want to eradicate poverty
but still they embezzle
they promise to invest in education
but send their children to study abroad.
THE WHITE LIE
Give them the lie
The white lie
Let them do the senseless Dance
Depraved men they are
We, the forest that kill dreams
Hands high in an endless rides
We will loot their craddle of pride
Hurt down their innocent lilies in need
Demented men they are
Bitten By fright afar
What you tell them they hear
They reason with their hair
Give them the lies
The power sector lies
The white lies
The political lies
Brightest of all lies
Let them do the senseless dance
Then we can go home and embezzle
All the oil in the nozzle.
Peculators
Artfully bilk, cheat, defraud… embezzle!
Forgetting gainful, helpful, industrious jobs.
Keeping loot maliciously nervously obtained.
Pilfering, quickly. Robbing, swindling tearlessly.
Until final judgment sends them… Away.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 17, 2010
Poetic form: ABC