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Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
I saw a black snake twice in my dream
Exactly what his presence seemed to mean.
Escaping from the same place as mystery
Tell me why
Automatic killer coming from the dark side getting things done
Hillbilly style
I was fool caught off guard
I had a shovel at my side
Murderer I went for the kill
He slide away through a crack
Beautiful Escape
Seconds later the slippery serpent came out again and hissed
Again from the same area of my mind that teases black snakes
But words came to me instead of hiss
Somebody's life has passed them by so fast their head keeps spinning
You can't please everybody
Bring me all the green grapes apples and red wine
Save me from other people's illusions of life.
They can't see .....out their own window
Not escaping....... the darkness of their mind
They fill .................... pockets with polished coal
They would have been a candidate to send to war
In disposed out of sync they plant flowers we are forced to ignore
It was going to be attack of the book worms
It was too much of a sore eyesight challenge
My snake does me right but fight I not enter fright I am sequestered,trapped by an disabling future a loss of wages working for pigs balls
I forget to make diagrams sketches of what I
Mean
While in Montreal, I was the lumber jacket superman
If I kept on acting like a fool
Id of crashed large and not made it passed 21
Down the memory lane a long time ago
I remember when I was completing graduation
what I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor then gave my career a direction.
A short stature humble man, Santosh Ray
introduced me in a course on geology
to the intricacies of the earth in a simple way,
expounding its fascinating evolution history.
He made clear the complexity of crystallography,
using designed diagrams and meticulous models,
showed me in the field what in rocks to see,
opened window in microscope on world of minerals.
His unique way of teaching I must mention
ingrained in me a deep interest in geology forever
that led me to complete my post-graduation,
the launching pad for my satisfactory career.
I won’t forget him for I realize with no doubt
how the course of life a teacher can carve out.
October 20, 2019
Contest : Favorite Teacher Or Professor
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Split Wide Open
The world of God’s miraculous,
Imbedded deep with creation’s love,
Split wide open
With the lightning of grace
Fragile shells of human bondage
Cannot contain their foolishness,
Nor feathers in the whirlwind
Neither dandelion seeds
Of crystal puffs - dizzy imbedded joy -
Uncontrollable laughter explodes,
On paths of effervescence,
Yearns to burst through
Frozen crusts of icy shame
Freezing clods of unexplainable remorse,
Floods in the wilderness of unworthiness,
Little bits of serendipity,
Untamed marvels – let loose -
In mystical coincidence grow
No fruitless plains,
No impotent fertility,
Wandering hearts harvest wonder
In seeds redeemed from Eden’s scandal,
Shattered pieces of providence’ paradise,
A universe split wide open,
Plans and diagrams dissolve in astonishment
When eternal compassion bewilders logarithms
Astounds in surprises to marvel
At the fertile unbound universe
When two weary unsuspecting paths
Link outside astral planes
And touch the fingertip of brimming joy!
6-11-22
Contest: This or That
Contest Title: Split Wide Open
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Traveling down the memory lane paved a long time ago,
I remember when I was completing graduation,
what profession I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor gave my career a direction to follow.
A short statured profoundly erudite humble person,
introduced me to the fascinating facets of geology,
and to the intricacies of the earth in a simple way,
expounding its interesting evolution history.
The complex lattice of crystals he made clear to me,
using designed diagrams and meticulous models,
showed me in the field what in the rocks to see,
opened window in microscope on the world of minerals.
His unique way of teaching influenced my young mind,
ingrained in me a deep interest in the marvels of nature,
leading me to continue my studies in earth science,
creating the launching pad for my satisfactory career.
I won’t forget him for I realize with sense of gratitude
how the course of fulfilling life a teacher carves out,
not only by sensible sustenance of the imbibed acumen,
but by molding the mind to be satisfied with the shaped life.
The last plasma puff of the engine invites them out
Of the vessel, wearing refrigerated high-tech suits
Equipped complete with claw-like studs gripping cracked grout,
Fighting for balance against the gusts in their pursuit.
Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet to map their position
And consult the travel plan. The air crackles to life
At the rod in his hand's and the one on his chest's intersection
Showing in script and diagrams what once was humanity's hive.
A step on a fish bone draws a snap which pulls
His eyes downwards then around the oily dirty landscape
Where lay more bones from different creatures whose lives were culled
By a slow death they'd tried in vain to escape,
Probably the last of each of their species to have braved heat,
Thinning air, toxins in solid, liquid and gas form everywhere.
Tsal thought of who'd ate whom last at the eve of total defeat
As lives became meatless skeletons after plants had left here.
Ok! Back to finding the once supreme masters of this rock
Who built the cranes surrounding this now barren and dry seabed,
As if adorning the grave of many a beast. With some luck,
The image in his hand lights red as it hovers over a broken bone head.
(c) Nyonglema
Let's all go out and support Earth Hour on 28th March 2015 and yearly!...let's make this silence of whirrs and buzzes a little LOUDER.
Death did enter thro’ the gateway of Disobedience in the Garden,
A separation from the Presence of God existed ‘twixt Heaven and earth,
And it was the spiritual separation ‘twixt the One and the ones,
First pronounced with the knowledge of Good and Evil,
The dethroned first parents chased away with the stigma of sin committed,
Where the greenery of Eden then turned barren and pale.
Pain and sorrows, the forerunners of Death, scattered pandemic,
Sweats and travails thrashed ‘cross human survival,
There had been entries and exits enacted on the world’s stage,
The rich and the poor, the king and the citizens turned into dust,
And it’s the established Law indelibly carved in mystery,
And shall end with the End of the world in HIS Coming.
I was formed in a woman’s womb ‘gainst my wish,
My foetus grew within with the bond of umbilical cord,
And it fed my ‘life’ within the wall of cells,
Unawares I learnt the truth of death anytime,
Yet the aim of death was not fixed then,
For I must see the world awhile as destined by HIM.
I entered the world as a babe crawling in the arms of my mother,
She smiled at me and I smiled at her,
I cried at her and she fed me her milk,
I was a babe of joy to everyone around me,
The meaning of death was veiled unto me,
For as predestined I had to enter the world of childhood.
Unawares I learnt crawling and walking with a few utterances,
Quick flashes of Truth traversed within unawares,
Death must have aimed at me, but it missed its mark
For my time of exit had not been written in HIS Book,
My mind had been still hid with unripe knowledge,
So I dwelled in the clothes of childhood till I grew to a boy,
The spirit in my boyhood was delighted with the sprightly dance of the daffodils,
I was taken to the chamber of letters and diagrams, mixed with pranks,
I flew kites and balloons and learnt juvenile skills to scramble through,
Thorns must have pricked me with blood oozing out,
Tiny vestiges of death must have encountered me,
But unawares a shield of protection always travelled with me.
Contd
She draws the stars
Late into the night
Standing in an open field
Soaking in their light
The beauty that they cast
Helps her pen to glide
When she's finished drawing
Is when she takes to flight
She draws the stars
Colors them by numbers
Throws away all diagrams
Prefers the use of different colors
Gives them all the oddest names
One after another
The furthest ones away
Names them after her ex-lovers
She draws the stars
Then gives her drawings away
To those she meets on the street
She feels needs a brighter day
She gives away the ones she loves
The rest she likes to save
Pastes them on her walls
In the galaxy she's made
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!