Category Archives: love

Affection (Adoration, affection, love, fondness, liking, attraction, caring, tenderness, compassion, sentimentality

Lust (Arousal, desire, lust, passion, infatuation)

Longing ( Longing)

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

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

Clean fire place

The fire just went out in the hearth, 
As the pot, cold stares out the hut door. 
The wood burnt, yet nothing anymore 
Can tell the story of the flames it bore. 

Clean out the dust, clean it out! 
Our God is an awesome God who loves to see
Cleanliness in everything! Clean quickly
For Him to see how clean our feat

Even the darkened soot mud walls
Seem to cower and hide, lest one notices
That they witnessed the fire, that pieces
Of history reside in their crevices 

As webs dangle from the bamboo overhead, 
Darkened by that fire, slowly swaying 
In the windless silence of the day greying. 
The cold pot silently stares out the door. 

What pain put out the fire in the hearth? 
What self-glorification deceives in aspect, 
Forcing cleanliness, not as one would expect
By seeing the ashes, picturing insects
Dancing in the flames that made them 
Smoke rising, lighting the walls, 
A cacophony of color, noise, mayhem
Under the metal pot enthralled. 

What pain put out the fire in the heart? 
To deny the fire once there, to deny ashes, 
A mark of humus in the  very code of DNA, 
A hot pot changing the fruits of the day, 
Seeing God not in our earthly feats 
But directing our feet along His own way? 

What pain hides the fire from the heart? 
Lift the wood and live again, light a new flame
Light a new flame, and touch the ash. 

(c) nyonglema

No god ?

The multiverse expands beyond human imagination, 
The monoverse as well, spreading in every direction. 
Are we alone? Was mars ours before? 
The questions stomp on Einstein's ant brain
Yet others gnaw at its toe nails, as if
To mock at greatness, as if they could win all. 

Yes, others study humbly and can tell what destruction 
80kg of weird humongous monstrosity can action 
In their ant-ly lives. Those gnawing think 80kg, 50, 
20kg are all the same. 
Is lack of knowledge about something, proof 
That all answers are equally possibly true? 

Is black dark grey and white a lighter black? 
Is killing 10 people same as 5 million lives, 
Or is starving an infant in a death camp
The same as denying a meal to a migrant? 
Is failing to save the planet, the same as 
Failing to save your neighbor's house from flames? 

Does the decapitation by one justify the inquisition? 
Or does the inquisitor's evil justify decapitation? 
Does the guillotine prove fickle humanity, 
Or does it show the eternity of revolution? 
Are all theories of our existence valid, 
In spite of the contradictions beaming from them? 

In our quest for the mind of God, as said Albert, 
Can every theory explain our reality accurately? 
Is the addition of 2 and 2 same as 2²? 
Are we claiming no god based on our understanding, 
Or our lack of understanding of our surroundings? 
Are we ants that gnaw, or ones that seek to grow? 

(c) nyonglema

Expertise

Which book has been the most burnt, 
The most insulted, the most analyzed, 
Challenged, denigrated, hated? 

Experts in the comment section 
Light up the fireworks of opinion. 
Greek and Hebrew and Aramaic 
Hold no secret to them. 

The History of the People whose
Words fill its pages is as 
Elementary as ABC to them; they 
Can re-enact it from their homes. 

Armed with the sword of language, 
History, culture, Geography, 
Philosophy and science of the day, 
They hack away, they hack away! 

Contradictions? hack hack hack. 
Falsehoods? hack hack hack. 
Human inventions? hack hack hack. 
Their keyboards sharper than steel!

They've read all 73 books, stroke 
For stroke, and can parallel texts,
One section to other, to see how each author
Made up the story to suit their narrative. 

Or they have not? But 1 video is sufficient, 
They're now experts of everything! 
The Book is false, the tradition as well. 
Their feelings and opinion are the Truth. 

Encouraged by others like them who 
In pride turned Its words into rascals, 
Bending them to do their will over the Will
They type away, playing "God". 

(c) nyonglema



In the desert

I hear voices telling me I'm not enough.
My inadequacies gang up for an intervention, 
And I'm the center of their morbid attention:
"You are and will be found wanting."

Camel skin marked the way way back. 
The desert stirred as "Repent" echoed along 
The lonely shores of the River Jordan, and throng
Upon throng came to listen. I'm not there. 

A straight, flattened way for the Lord
Was the requirement for any form of joy. 
Yet all I bring are curves, hills and voids, 
And inability to do better or more. 

"Before birth, before you were formed..."
I've read that, but should I believe it? 
Definitely it was meant for some great prophet, 
Not me, seed on rocky soil wilting away

How shall the Lord travel these traps 
That my hungry angry soul sets in despair? 
How shall he navigate a heart so in disrepair
Even spiders won't build webs there? 

"Don't be afraid, for I am with you...."
Whispers floating to my cowering ears
To persuade me to cast away the fears
That gang up to jail-bar my attention. 

With four candles burning on the wreath, 
And my healing heart still thinking about my fate 
While making the straight to welcome the babe
I move to not be afraid for He is with me

It's a child's craft on the potter's wheel, 
The trembling fingers on the archer's bow, 
A wrench eating at a loose nut, but I sure know
That I'm not alone in fixing that manger 
Which for the Architect is Heaven's harbinger

(c) nyonglema