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Bernard Chilambe Poem
My wife’s cute smile that never crumble
The pizza of love that is ever released from my wife’s strawberry lips
is the breakfast my brain feeds daily
It germinates the sausage of happiness daily
Every time the parrots sings love songs from their funnel lips
Memories of the first kiss feel my brain
I always remember the day when love started to rain
The eyes of my wife mirrors all the crazy activities we do
We don’t care what others think as long as we bounce on love
People admire the crazy things we do in love
I and my wife swim in the pool of eminence love that is revealed in what we do
She fits my soul without a gap
She never pretends when she is in sorrow
That makes me know when her heart is so low
Our magnetic fields never repel to leave a gap
Her beauty lies on her face that holds her lips
But her personality is viewed by her tender heart
Her heart that never rip my heart
She is my twin identity
Those who never saw our blood tears that made our happiness real
Don’t imagine that we too crumbled the elephant mountains that were real
Yet those are the ones that instituted our real identity.
My wife’s cute smile will never crumble
Rotten lions failed to consume her smile
Her unpolluted love maintains her smile
I slobber in her aromatic love that never crumble.
Copyright © Bernard Chilambe | Year Posted 2019
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Bernard Chilambe Poem
WE ARE NOT ROTTEN SEEDS
African seeds were hidden in a slavery donjon
The seeds took long to protrude in a warren
None among them was able push the mountain more strongly
But they all denied to die like rotten fools naturally
Just like the solid seed took root in Ghana and so we are
We are the youthful seeds that will never be barren
Toothless lions can bite me but they will not get my stake
Even when my bones seem to be broken, my enemies will shake
Elephant challenges can pretend to crumble my strength
But my visions will remain intact and health
The Martians tried to drown strong seeds in antiquity but they failed
We are the youthful seeds that will never be barren
Today is my day and none will remove my voice
Iam tired of being labelled a useless seed whose voice is cracked in silence
I know Iam not useless
I know Iam not powerless
I know Iam limitless
We are the youthful seeds that will never be barren
Dear novice seeds, let us be the sun that shines forever
Rise up like the morning star
Believe in your abilities
Change your unproductive attitudes
Refuse to be underdogs and remember,
We are the youthful seeds that will never be barren
By Chilambe Bernard
Copyright © Bernard Chilambe | Year Posted 2019
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Bernard Chilambe Poem
A woman in white coat
by Bernard Chilambe
The soft touch of the woman in white is felt by people in pain
What this woman does is not plain
She never says much as she is mature
Her clothes describe her heart that is pure
Where does she disguise her image that is not poor?
I know our brain can cheat but that is being poor
She looks brilliant in white attire
As that makes her identity clear
Her smile never fades
And her heart never bends
A woman in white coat speaks like a lamb
Her sausage heart never crumble
This woman never melts in mercurial temperature that is hot
Her sympathetic tone is not hidden in a white coat
She gives relief to images of beleaguered crowd
But she is resilient as she has never been cracked
The woman in white coat restores people’s pride
She covers her clients with her soft love cloud
Copyright © Bernard Chilambe | Year Posted 2019
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Bernard Chilambe Poem
So young but strong is my identity
Iam a Lion that never retreat
My outward appearance can be fragile but Iam not weak
I roar in thirsty for my destiny
People belittle me due to the atrocities I go through
They judge my abilities by mirroring at my past
Yet, my past can't define me
Just like mother Earth Iam in motion
Iam not the saliva that is enclosed
I always think beyond my comfort zone
My visions, dreams and goals are unshaken
They are the Pyramids of Egypt
My success began the time I got delivered from my mother's womb
My mother taught me how to endure pain
She was in chronic pain when delivering me but she never gave up
She is my Heroine I will never disappoint
Her image may get lost in oblivion but her great actions are everlasting
My strength is born from her
Even if mount Everest thorns pierce me so strongly
I will make sure my hands crumble them before dawn.
Copyright © Bernard Chilambe | Year Posted 2019
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