The war cries deafen in thunderous dust:
Churning Earth with mortar,
Bullets pelleting dead soldiers,
Muzzle flashes barely visible through the crust
On their viziers. War scars
Will form years after marching orders
For those who must live with memories of the lost.
Now, expletives at pain inflicted in the battle.
They tumble, we crumble,
Bone fractures, cursed mumbles.
Blood’s a minor distraction in this macabre hustle.
Eyes half open, mouth blown off,
The bodies in cursive in troughs:
Friends will mourn friends in memory of this tussle.
OR
thank God for the life of the fallen —
Who, rosary in hand, went forward
With the proficiency of the Bard,
Wrote, even with axe threatening, for our calling
Into the New deadly Way,
That brings life for aye,
That speaks truth to spear, arrow, or cauldron.
The great news of Life abundantly given.
Nero, Napoleon… all failed!
The martyrs live even impaled
For victory in human view isn’t so in Heaven.
(c) nyonglema
Category Archives: love
Immaculate Conception
For spirits rare, a vessel rare
Chosen one, chosen for the Heir!
He shielded you from Adam’s stain
Eve’s gain he made you to disdain
Loving mother, hear this misery
Oh Immaculate heart carry
Our sincere confession of faith
To Jesus, even just a wraith
(c) nyonglema
PS: This is part of a longer prayer to be released in time for the Assumption 😉
Kery James – La Rue ça fait mal (translated)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0aLlrEEH4c
Verse 1
You’re using ink, I’m inking with tears
Missing those links cos I saw their flesh tear
I’m from the hood not the set of Jaws,
Hid my prints doing my childhood chores
Whatcha thought, bro?
In these black holes, whatcha saw bro?
They offed my homez, and then torched the corpse
I’m carrying the lead that beats your hardcore
Pre Chorus
I don’t turn gangster once in a studio
Six feet interred, that’s how curtains close
Fireworks flare, shells, lifeless ‘n silent
Try using tears to feed fire hydrants
Chorus
How deep these streets hurt (x3)
How deep these streets hurt, we might’ve got used to living with dirges
Verse 2
You paint with ink, I’m painting my strife
Ain’t got a mirror, bro I’m using my knife
My heart’s too dense to buy your mirage
No daydreams in this dark garage
Whatcha thought, bro ?
In your black holes, I know what I saw bro:
They offed your homez but you just can’t be sure
You’ll be in denial till you meet at the morgue
Pre Chorus
I don’t turn gangster once in a studio
Six feet interred, that’s how curtains close
Fireworks flare, shells, lifeless ‘n silent
Try using tears to feed fire hydrants
Chorus
How deep these streets hurt (x3)
How deep these streets hurt, we might’ve got used to living with dirges
Verse 3
To all who’ve lost a loved one to a firearm
To the mums living like without their arm
To the dads crying out their heart’s solitude
Waiting to die, totally destitute
Years of education now stuffed into a box
When you tote steel, you’ll one day have to pop
The hood’s booty calling, you want a fine ride?
Dude you’ve got sugar mixed up with cyanide.
Chorus
How deep these streets hurt (x3)
How deep these streets hurt, we might’ve got used to living with dirges
(c) nyonglema
Mustard Seed
Light a fire upon the raging fire?
The wood shudders and writhes in pain
As fumes scoff at the deadly ire
Dancing about the dying twig, and it's plain:
Why add more fire to fire?
Seventy seven times seven is huge,
But sometimes barely sufficient to quell,
For forgiveness of the Scrooge
Is the silence of a storm-tossed city bell;
But this would cull the deluge:
(For the twig is now bent over,
Both sides seeking trust in combustibles,
The dance of shadows now groovier
Human life precious, now just expendable,
From a spark to a supernova)
That we had that mustard seed!
Barely perceptible, yet full of potential
Calling us eagerly to heed
The Master laying bare the essentials:
Grow faith, reach the mustard seed,
Hold the cycle of hate at bay!
With one act of kindness, a precious flower
Growing in the concrete today
Is the start of the end of destruction's power
Mustard seed. Mustard tree. Today.
(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
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
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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