To Emmaus

He lived, they saw, they followed
He died, they feared, they burrowed
He lived, they heard

He lived, they saw, but burrowed
Or left: despair the venom
Seeping into the herd

The women gave a new testament
The dead man Heaven sent 
Was dead no more.

The apostles gave same testament
He lived and died and under went
Then rose to more

But such witness may not suffice
And more of the Old opened the eyes
Of the walking pair

Maybe this age losing its sight
Can be hinged on this singular fact
That the New comes into light,
Still hidden the ancient artefacts
That prop the story up aright.

He lived, they saw, but burrowed
Even as witnesses gave testament
For they knew not of the Old,
Of prophets, and Solomon's gold
Of Ephraim, and Rehoboam
Of Susanna's guiltless sorrow

Maybe we can't see the Old in the New
And by keeping only the partial Testament
We worship ourself, call it Neo-testament, 
Rejecting the Lord's call to go over anew,
From Genesis to see His grace anew
That at the breaking of the Bread
We may see His glorious Godhead. 

(c) nyonglema


Going up

Higher he soars, the one who calls us to more
Eyes stare, the clouds do pirouettes
A silhouette against the advancing sky
Some cry distraught at it happening again:
What's to gain if the Master disappears?

Memories of the first mass
Bread broken, wine shared
Hope poured out, on sandy stone
On a hill gasping with bare bones
Break oh break, hard heart of mine
As our Lord leaves to another sublime clime.

Oh wake, oh wake hard heart of mine
The promises form out of the clay 
Of the fabric of time before me
Hope covers my shivering body 
In quotes of all that He uncovered
From our knowledge new discovered
What wisdom we missed, Isaiah!
For now, a silhouette against the advancing sky
He goes before us as advocate: 

He lives.

(c) nyonglema

What could have been?

What if the presidents cared? 

They said victory was imminent. 
With evil intent, with barrel on fatigue, 
Beads on mud-caked scentent string, 
Leaves so scared they're now silent, 
Trees hearing the slaughter of a pig, 
While life goes on in the battle ring. 

Few years back there was a mountain
Where silicon budded genius software jigs.
Yet eyes were closed on everything. 
Where were those billions you're now bent
Over backwards to send over leagues 
To warring factions wearing hope thin? 

Yeah! What if the presidents cared? 

My people die for lack of wisdom. 
Life is nothing but an excuse to loot. 
Life is nothing but dirt to be trampled
Upon when upside down is the kingdom,
Wishing to have a neck under a boot
As a solution to pain,  Wishing that ample

Resources can paint the soil crimson. 
Did you care when they dropped out? 
Did you bear those same veins on your temple
When hunger ravaged the mother's bossom? 
Where were the millions to soothe
And bring hope and make nimble? 

How many books did you garrison? 
How many teachers did you arm? 
How many laboratories have  you loaded
With new tech to break them out the prison? 
For cultures have marched out of harm 
By focusing on growth not the goading.

So the victory still seems imminent, 
With evil intent, with barrel on fatigue
The kids out of school, the schools on fire, 
Leaves so scared, they all went silent, 
Trees hearing the slaughters on the hills,
While you fuel the hateful mire. 

(c) nyonglema

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
 


            

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