Never Stop

Lord, You never stop. 
You pour out blessings without measure
To soothe my heart and heal hope's rasure

The blessings just flow
From icy Everest to shimmering sea,
With fireflies lighting the shore with glee

My ways You straighten 
Undeserved, even when all seems lost
You're flicker to sun to defeat the frost

Lord You never stop, 
For great are Your ways to those who love
To those who trust, and put none above.

Lord You never stop, 
You seek the single, you search the void
Ninety nine wait till one hears Your voice

Lord You never stop, 
You call sinners to the feast beyond
Where mercy offered makes guilt abscond

Lord please never stop, 
My only hope, my only treasure
My life and love, Your Word my pleasure.

(c) nyonglema

I hate messes too

What if Mary and Joseph had come to you on Christmas Eve?

A donkey a man and two people in a woman. 
Navel points to dust as if to say: "Imminent". 
Winter's frosty bite's is too much trouble 
And if I give in to this sweet talking strong man, 
I might find myself therein rather imminently. 

For what whining with new life clatters through 
The halls of a hotel, where sleeping souls seek
Solace, won't yank them out of wrangled slumber
To complain, keep the gelten bag, then shoot 
A notice on my place: "Flee the Plague"? 

What if Cerberus licks baby and mother's 
Face in hearty welcome to where none seeks it? 
What to do? What to say? What to think, 
As soldiers enquire "Did he really smother?"
and "Why?" Oh it causes me to tremble! 

Tremble, tremble oh soul of mine!
Let them go to the next hotel in line
For trouble's in the side-view mirror, 
Urging me on to walk into imminent horror
But wisdom's mine: "Go! Goooo! You'll be fine!"

(c) nyonglema 


Let’s be cannibals!

On a planet far far away, mental disease has become mainstream,  the inhabitants celebrate it with oxymorons and absurd excuses: 

Why now do they hate me so? 
The hyena starving doesn't check whose toes!
The tadpoles arguing don't let bros grow
Even shark foetuses just let teeth go
The chimps eat even chimps they know
But why oh why do they hate me so? 

Why now do they say it's wrong? 
Tim White saw signs on Homo bones
Gough's Cave has skulls, human ones
Scythians, Fijians had it going strong
Lake Matumba, Batetela, so much more
But why oh why do they say it's wrong? 

The genes made it, didn't they? 
For DNA winds from centuries away
Through humans who chose to live this way 
In wars, famine, some sought another day 
By sinking teeth where others delay
But why oh why shouldn't we heed DNA?

For brains this big chooose wisely!
Reason rising beyond nature's dire need
For logic in denying solutions and dying.
Supplies tarrying calls for demystifying
The flesh that abounds, but is yet denied!
But why oh why do we our brains deny? 

Born this way, or grown this way,
Nature or nurture's the hater's debate. 
We're born and we also choose this way
So respect our choice and also our DNA, 
We'll fight to protect our chosen destiny
While you wile away your living hate.

(c) nyonglema

Covid killed me in 2021 #BIAY

Resolutions fall like confetti in the first act, 
As the bride walks on, not caring to step on this
Or that one; the pews empty, one by one, back 
To whence they came, a normal born of temporal bliss

The remote control brings banners and warnings in: 
Beware the Greek alphabet may just not suffice!
Get the jab, the jab, the jab... hearts beating 
Poised one against the other lest humanity survive

Punches get thrown where confetti stood before 
Covid, jab, covid, covid, fun now turns to war 
Tears now turned to phlegm hurled from tours
Only vaxxed can access, but there yet was more

Beyond the banners, and warnings, and dying confetti
Came one crying in the wilderness, vaxxed or not, 
But bearing a promise that the bride's heel tip
Going into the new year may have crushed, or not;

Echoes of generations past like Urquelle to Urkel, 
Old words made new with meanings I never knew
With the gentility of that loving single uncle, 
The words in my ears were morning sun, gentle dew

But dew is never wasted as roots push even deeper
Green gets even greener, love grows even stronger.
Working from home gets even drearier, days longer
But the words remain louder, daily louder larger

Foundation stones become lintels, pillars towering
Over the statue of my entrenched ego, saying "Let go". 
Do I deserve the 3-65 days you're offering?
I feel the hammers chip away at what's refusing to grow:

In the 2nd year Anno Coronaviri, when AD was written CE,
A bearded man picked up one of my confetti, and 
Not knowing me, prayed me into keeping 1st Jan promises,
Amidst despair at desecrations gripping the land. 

But they weren't his words. They were His Word. 
Day by day, chipping away, like covid at my tubes
But this time making something new from me bored
Making me see the Lion crouched behind the cub, 
Making me be the cub ready to let Him face 2022

(c) nyonglema

She will rise

To weep these tears love to express
Where fears abound, where love once was?
Promises failed, the bruises pale
The guardian's hand's the butcher's tool, 
And kisses fade to bruises too 
And love's embrace to bitter jail
Why's fear around the love that was?
Why's the flower with crud engrossed?

Smile again. The tears wash the bruises away. 
Tempered, you'll efface hate to bloom:
A butterfly bedazzling out of the cocoon
Casting silvery tiaras on flowers of new day.

(c) nyonglema

RTC card

Today I lost my RTC card.
Killing the noisy leaves  that dared to flee
The comfort of the shadow-making branches,
My thoughts run off barking at strangers. 
Space time warps in their wake, colouring 
In fuchsia and cyan times we had shared: 

Past tears on a friend's face, falling faint,
I stare, seeking the soothing action to make
My heart feels nothing, my words mean nothing
I walk away, as I, the Samaritan didn't answer her pain.

Past me vomitting venom into violated ears
As if by scratching metal on metal it were possible
To assuage my mettle. My verbal revenge accomplished, 
I relished Hiroshima in that soul, I loved it!

Past me taking more than was due to me,
Public servant, pushing servitude upon citizens, 
The shepherd eating the grass, and the fleece 
And the lamb and ewe dying as I elevate. 

Oh....today.... I lost my RTC card, 
As my thoughts dashed and warped through 
The attic of my memories; 

I've stared filth in the face
And recoiled holding my nose in front of a mirror
Seeing here the worst case.

I lost my RTC card looking deeper, 

Yes.

Today I lost my Right To Criticise Card
And found we're all trying to Die Hard.

(c) nyonglema

Original Sin

That hated smell of freshly applied disinfectant
Fills echoey white corridors, silent and patient: 

Peacefulness is a child's smile, but there's no peace
In the maternity as new Potential wormholes through 
Worlds, adding to the stench of good with a bad face
That fills the hitherto silent and patient: kill germs, smell 
Bad; bring hope, sound sharp-metal-on-sheet-metal bad. 

                                 ------

Let the waters come together to a single mass
Bringing forth creatures to writhe and play 

Let the waters let appear many a land mass, 
Bringing forth creatures of varied colours and grade

Let the Trinity sweeping over the water mass, 
In mud and rib, bring forth one and his half, 
For both to garden and care, with children had,
To fill the garden and make worlds anew. 

BUT alas the urge to know the mastercraft
That built such beauty with effortless class appeals
To Eve, and the master's oversight snakes in
To taunt his bride: to feed off fester:

Our intellect our science have surpassed
Creation. We know the why, how, where what. 
The tides, the stars, the Möbius strip 
Dalton's and Kant's intellectual flares,
The PC, Android and the Metaverse
Surpass creation's greatest feats. We now 
Should know ...no... decide evil from good. 

Tempting fruit and two bites later
Itchy figs were clothes in spite of better
"Where you are?" got an action as answer

                                 ------

The creatures brought forth in watery masses
Jump to catch fleeing breath when water elapses. 

The creatures brought forth by the land masses, 
Crash or gulp watery death when the earth lapses

And Man for all the science and mental gymnastics
Is but a fleeting flutter failing without the apses.

(c) nyonglema
 


            

Kid Poems on Space #JPL

S.P.A.C.E
Space is a 
Perfect place, 
Almost peaceful. 
Coming and going days
Everyday I enjoy on earth.  

(c) Balla  (10yrs old)

Moon 

The moon is a wonderful place
Oh just look at its wonderful face. 
It shines so bright
Oh just its light 
Will guide my path a while. 

(c) Meuna (8yrs old)

Like me
Jupiter and Mars are planets 
Because of rocks. I drew girls
On Jupiter and Mars dancing
Ballet like me. 

(c) Penna (7yrs old)

Infinite Faith

- I -
Thank God!  Quod erat demonstratum! 

What god do you speak of? 
Shouldn't you be focused on our victory? 
We've finished the problem! 
Yup, we did it. Leave fiction out of it. 
Wait. God's fiction to you? 
I don't believe in ancient fairytales, 
So, god is just some made up fable. 
My five senses haven't sensed
And I personally haven't experimented!

- II -
Ok. Let's think about it

Do you see this tripped up 8 here? 
Yeah, infinity. What about it? 
What number then is infinity? 
Come on silly! It's not really a number
But have your senses sensed it? 
Well science shows that it's true! 
Like when science showed the Earth 
Was like a pancake with dangerous edges? 
Well that was still you "God people"! 
Well Thales for one, and more
Held this with proof, and debates
Flourished. Earth indeed's spherical 
Just like we know infinity today.
To how many digits? 

- III -
And have you tasted your belief? 
What do you mean? 
The belief that you're correct, 
The axiom that absence of proof
Yields proof of the absence? 
No the onus of proof is on you!
So do you think any number
Stands taller than infinity ever? 
Of course not! That's the limit
Nothing ever gets there, but slowly
The numbers ride higher and higher
And that's where the end would be. 
So is it or is it not one of them? 
Is it real, imaginary or other? 
Silly you. Of course not! 
But it is the limit of big numbers? 
Yes. Infinity represents going 
Higher but never ever stopping. 

- IV -
Then infinity is a god. 
What? You had to go there! 
Well it is a god right? 
Something nobody's seen
Nobody knows quite for sure
How big or how small, 
But just that it exists
Beyond our comprehension
We can calculate it 
We can...
To how many decimal places? 
Can we experience it? 
Or can we find experiences
That point to it? 
Now you're talking in circles
To pull superstition out of the hat. 
Well you believe in infinity
Which you've never seen
Outside a Maths book or class
So there are many infinities
Pervading the fabric of the 
Universe, and the supreme of 
All those infinities, is God. 

Nonsense! Nonsense...
I don't believe in ancient fairytales, 
So, god is just some made up fable. 
My five senses haven't sensed
And I personally haven't experimented!
Yet you believe modern human tales, 
Where god is a fable, but infinity is real
Though no sense has come close
To making you personally experience it. 

(c) nyonglema

Special moments

We miss them when bliss seems too elusive, 
When ailments of a foot, or of an eye
Clamor and demand your attention exclusive.
What did you overlook? 

One foot aching means the other foot, 
And the rest of the body are well. 
Isn't pain a signal that something is afoot
Only in part of the whole?

So as the lion gores the deer, and the snake
Cracks the bones of that tender cub, 
Or you notice the quivers and deadly shake
As the earth opens to engulf,

What are you likely to overlook? 
Oxygen flowing, the sun shining, humans surviving 
Horrible catastrophe? 
The rescue crew, first responders, lion cubs tenderly
Fed by their loving mother, 
A snake living another day, 
Dead matter feeding the humble beetle? 

For no evil can exist without prior good. 
As there's no darkness without prior light
There's no pain without prior serenity
There's no war without prior peace
There's no hate without prior love
There's no death without prior life
There's no end without a prior start. 
What did you overlook 
As you inertly focus on the call to take action,
While cursing the rest of you still active? 

(c) nyonglema

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