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.
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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
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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
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