“Hey, check out our timeline on any social outlet: Facebook or Twitter
Or other for that matter! We’re the quintessence of happiness gone wild
The butterfly brings envy in gusts of wind to the creatures lesser,
So ride our boat, fearful one, err into Nirvana; you’re so mild”
“Mine’s an open marriage were she and me do what we do together
And unlike heartbreaks shrouded in secrecy and lies, we share our weather:
That stranger, that partner, we swing on this boat as recommended by others
And loving the spice it brings to the complete couple we would rather.”
“Mine’s unfettered liberty in the absence of a bellowing baritone beard
As I raise my throng of 2 strong victory over every each of them
No arguments on choice of clothes, religion….hell I’m the one with the beard!
Men are so overrated, I’m tending the aftermath of dumb male dum dums.”
“Mine’s this elixir from ages old, bringing joy, relief from daily throes
In puffs and Os, in teams, alone, pain’s an old lady’s tale we’re not told.
Calm comes when the paper castle’s joints turn to paper prose
And I beam so bright with ma bro’s thousand rays of sun-like gold.”
OK….
Thy words I’ve heard, and peered I have into the gears which drive thy thread
And ere I chide, my dear, art thou perchance alive, or art nigh dead?
That pain’s thy wish, and care amiss
I barely knead within my wits
To pair thine love with lusty peers: a nightingale in eagle’s bed.
Thy words I’ve heard, and peered I have into the gears which drive thy dread
And knaves in men those sores will rend within thy self the source of red
But tears within bring tears without,
And mend it will if will’st it thou
To each sore kid a fairy’s life through love not lust thou would have made.
Thy words I’ve heard, and peered I have into the gears which drive thy thoughts
To think that aught replace the here and now are thoughts of kindly tots
To hide thy face in highs insane
Than face the day and fight the bane
Sure will bid the pain away, but hide it will to grow its knots
SO…
That high you live, is but that…a high you live, living on the bleeding edge,
Chasing Mavericks, chasing the wind, not seeking meaning in the confusion we live
But laying excuses why you wouldn’t put up with the “ordinary” boring ledge
Till you’re clutching breath lest it leave…lest this be the last instant time gives.
But worse! that high you preach to pull others to warm you in your loneliness
Where pain seeks company, and it’s enterprise is cities of high rises
Where the exit hides, and plays tag, and you’re not allowed to seek its ugliness
But live it, be sick with it, is like to brag about your brand new arthritis!
A world where care for peers has turned to care for self and money,
And where wisdom is Nicki’s hair fixing with Swift and fuming at Miley.
Ephemera ephemera, Rome’s back to give us ephemera
And the final blow shall be dealt brutally, then fall all works of Caesars.
So while “Be Yourself” bellows loud at a throng in uniform delusional
I tear up to see “Freedom” start wars, lose souls, shoot holes
Into hope, all in the name of Freedom! Freedom to be like what’s typical
Freedom to conform to the modern mould or be cast out whole.
I shall not fold.
(c) Nyonglema
My Weight Loss Routine Part 2/2 #freeWeightLoss #health
“You’re too sedentary” I recall my parent’s warning
As I swam in bites and kilobytes on a monitor
Forgetting the world, forgetting to exercise, eating junk
And battering my circadian cycle to a pulp.
And I made up my mind: I’ll get the Best of Both Worlds
(Not the K&J album…but my passion and my health)
Through a plan that’ll fix the issue at hand
And shut the mouth of that mocking sphygmomano.
So my 3 point plan was :
1. Eating less overall by halving breakfast and supper all through and lunch until my body stops groaning when I’m not stuffing more than I need into my mouth
2. Bye bye snacks and irregular meals. I shall have no more than breakfast, lunch and supper and damn you for taking me to that “soya” spot during off-meal hours!
3. A couple jumps before, while (if safe) and after I shower when the sun defeats darkness and when darkness gets its revenge. Then a diligent stretching session before I sleep.
It’s 2 years now and I’ve been failing then trying my scheme again,
And I’ve beat the scale, sphygmo and the jeers:
I’ve been at 83kg now for quite a while,
And I didn’t have to pay anybody a cent to pack this smile
(c) Nyonglema
My Weight Loss Routine Part 1/2 #busyPeople #freeWeightLoss #health
Oh! I still remember the blow the scale dealt
As my feet finally feared less enough to step on
And my eyes lost the fight, staring down
At the figures flashing, then fixed against the screen.
95kg?!! How…when…wait this isn’t working.
This isn’t happening! How could this happen?
“Wait”, I said as off unbelieving I reset the lie
But felt the shock as I to myself no more could lie.
The funny looks of mean bastards jeering,
The rejection felt in taxi seats, public places
The TV’s bashing of me, through photoshopped “perfection”
And the promise that this was all going to get worse!
Oh crap!
So here I am in a world new to me, unknown to me,
Wishing to step out of the discomfort I face.
I still love me, for all God gave mummy to give me
But the sphygmomano also dealt a worse blow:
As my heart flirted with pressure beyond what vessels could hold.
I had to make a plan.
(c) Nyonglema
Gun protection #gunViolence
There lay the petri dish in the danger zone,
Fungi flying around to infect those lovely scones
So they put in bacteria to control
And gave each one license to roll
But didn’t plan the proliferation that makes graves of homes
(c) Nyonglema
Letter from Overseas #noNamenoBurial #migrants #sicily #Libya
Dear mum, dad, brothers, sisters
I finally arrived where my wings would lead me:
Fluttering butterfly flying over the arid bones
Littering the Sahara and the water-less desert homes,
And the Unicorns died long ago in this part of Earth,
And the promise is great beyond this packed car so lonely.
I finally arrived over the wall of hydrogen and oxygen:
Cod zapping around the nets of growing security threats
Avoiding capture by sharks swimming in Libyan markets
Lonely in a packed raft dreaming of Sugar Candy mountain’s berths
And the promise is great beyond this journey scars of candy.
I finally arrived, oh you should see me now, I made it:
Bones lying comfortable in the land promised to us
As I waved goodbye to you watching the tailpipe of that bus,
Lying lonely in a crowd of happy silence, where water has seized our breaths,
For we made it, we made it beyond pain to peace in this earth so cozy.
Farewell till we meet again beyond the pain.
From the grave with no name.
Dying from my porch #stopBokoHaram #Maroua
I’m drifting away, a ghost fleeing its wrecked home.
I’m drifting away, with ghosts fleeing their wrecked homes.
We saw the mother and daughter walk casually past our houses,
Veiled, usual, so we thought nothing of them.
We’d heard of how explosions rocked other cities without announcing,
But it’s human to err, and think it’ll only impact “them”
So as fate had it they lit up their ounces and the blast
Took us all unaware to Peter’s gate, as our bodies breathed their last.
(c) Nyonglema
The 10th Planet #PlutoFlyBy #Kuiperbelt
What if Pluto and its orbiting moons were gifts to some queen,
A Taj Mahal of grandeur from some forward life form
Attesting love in no uncertain terms, and as is to us men,
By having a heart-engraved orb remind her how much the heart is torn?
And as our messenger enters the next solar system unknowingly,
To see in splendor the 10th planet (or so we think)
Hidden hitherto by clever craft and years of scientific homily,
What awe would we perceive in that blink?
A civilization far advanced in many ways and strange,
The bustle of life flowing on its surface,
While New Horizons snaps away, keeping its fly-by range
Till it gets a Kanye-paparazzi-pimp-slap to its face!
(c) Nyonglema
The Fly By #PlutoFlyBy
I wonder what I would feel as new horizons flew me by:
A probe taking pictures of my abode for earthlings’ eyes.
I wonder would I feel violation of my age-old privacy,
But yet rejoice that it was but for a minute;
Or elation at finding other life in this void so spacey
Then tear up as my memories go with it?
I guess, I’d only be glad I found other life whirring past
Clicking away, cold, without a smile, hurtling past,
And forever remember this sign from distant brethren
Saying hello to another silent ball floating about in this pen.
(c) Nyonglema
Nature hates a vacuum #actNow #doSomething
Say something I'm giving up on you. Words healed but turned into poison too. Anyway I'll hope you'll not go rogue. As universal wisdom loses its place, and madness Fills the space, contemporary and lifeless, Till all tongues are tied in fearful sadness. Write something I'm giving up on you. Thoughts healed but turned into poison too. Anyway I'll read you and not Vogue As editorial muscle crushes creative clout, And ink gets scrubbed off History's mouth; The victor's and the loser's versions are out. Show something I'm giving up on you. Shows healed but turned into poison too. Anyway, I've known fairies become orcs When Fulton gets replaced by Charlie's antics, And outrage is sought by setting distended ticks On minds of unsuspecting kids, glued with sepsis. Play something, I won't give up on you. I pray something can seed new hope from you. (c) nyonglema
Looking back at the 2000s #everythingGoes #libertinage
One thousand years ago…I think in 2000-something, or so,
The cure to any basal crave procured in dark alleys was to
Authorise it illico presto
As some means of control
But did anything get better?…well I don’t think so.
(c) Nyonglema
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