Hiding in mummy’s tummy, kicking happily away
I’m kissing you warmly, clapping and singing in play
They say in a few weeks
I’ll be able to kiss your new cheeks
I can’t wait for the morning I’ll lift you in a sway
(c) Nyonglema
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Valentine Dreams
Crystal-red-coloured rose pouring sweet scent into my nose;
That’s what you are, and more, my sweet muse.
The other night, vivid dreams of you I had
That made sleep feel like divine love:
You and me in a flowered prairie, with bright clothes.
I saw the bright sunlight jive alive in your black diamond eyes most true
That married your smile, as you told me you were glad
To be with me, smelling flowers and watching doves.
I was so glad! I can still feel how my heartbeat rose
When you told true tales of love as you’re used
To doing, with your hands in mine, your soft palms.
How much more can I thank the Orchestra above?
For this scene is all I’d have wanted, like exquisite prose.
From time to time, I’d look at you from behind (you’d excuse
Me!) and have nothing to add to the perfection you clad
And still do in reality! Perfect curves painted silken mauve!
I’s about to end the distance between our lips when I arose
Most sad to find all that was but a dream.
I’d have gladly gone back to the dream
But reality is worth a thousand dreams; so I left home
To meet the object of my every joyful prose
On this valentine morning so jocose.
(c) Nyonglema
The Peak
Dad said keep rolling you pick up no dust
Mum said you can my son, here are means
Big bro said chase the stars, failure will give you the moon
Big bro said stop lazing and wasting, get strapped for the future
Lil sis said I believe in you keep pushing
And to God I said thanks for Your grace, I won’t fail you none.
When I’m Gone #Despair #Pain #Hurt #DarkPlace…I once was there, thank God I came out
I’ve seen mirages, images of bright joy,
But they were just images, like child toys.
I found blessing, but little did my eyes see,
And I found a curse within and my heart bleeds.
All I sought was smiles on my face and theirs.
Laughs from peers and a happy tomorrow, my prayer;
Leading the right way, and stopping all from straying,
But I’m not he! No not he! I’m lost in life’s string.
As my last breath bathes my philtrum, leads to my coffin,
I think: “Had I but made my soul a better home,
So it could run in glee like a school of dolphins
And yield aught! My existence can now be labelled ‘Nought’.”
What singular body of the spheres is missed at night,
As the orchestra plays starlight beyond the moon in its might?
Substitution for failed parts, that’s all I crave,
And comfort on all who’ll stoop at my grave.
Colourful dreams, thoughts and hopes I knew since!
But new pain digs deep and I’m a fish without fins;
The current is strong and I can’t swim home,
The current events prove I’ll soon be lost in the foam.
Not so it is (I believe) to hurt the mettle.
But my frail meddled interior weeps to settle
He hurt us, and now she hurts me worse!
Is being trampled upon and abused part of the curse?
You my Maker who masters the clay and blows the Breath
Grant to all daily bread beneath Heaven’s hearth,
But to the lifeless only eternal rest;
When I’m gone may joy reign at last, for gone is the worst.
(c) Nyonglema
…..sometimes writing down the hurt can help you get out of it…this is where I was at that time.
waghni 