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Samson Manyala Poem
CHRISTMAS ON MY COMPUTER
1.Attention on my computer!
An intruder detected.
It is not a virus
It is a strong December aroma
From your cakes you Christians .
It has reached me online
This chilly morning!
Okay,
We all agree today
That 25 December
Is not the exactly date
When his holiness the king
Was born,
One thing we confess,
He took the mortal body
And made it immortal
For all
Who believe
And feign to live
Here after.
Merry Christmas!
2. Huuh..!
An intruder detected,
It is a strong light
On my laptop screen!
Okay…now!
It is not a virus
It is a beam of light
From your so many
Christmas candles.
So, all of you love Jesus!
We all agree today,
That no history
Either in the bible or
Elsewhere,
Justifies December 25.
But one thing
We all agree,
His holiness is the king,
Is the God son,
Is our brother,
A very rich person and generous,
A very keen listener
If we ask beyond doubts,
And the most trusted friend.
Merry Christmas!
3.Attention please!
Something strange
On my computer.
Okay,
Its is not a virus.
It is the images of Christmas trees
With colored flowers
From all angles
Of the world!
So, all of you
Colour baby Jesus?
Too wonderful a victory!
We all agree that Christmas
Is simply a Christian
Theological fabrication,
Aimed to fill the vacuum
Left in the great events
Of a humbly born king.
But one thing
We all agree,
He lived among us,
Shared our feelings
And met these
Same challenges
We daily suffer
Merry Christmas !
4.Jingle bells
For a Christmas day.
Jingle bells because
You are set free.
Jingle bells for a slave
Who is still in the
Satan’s bondage.
Jingle bells to awaken
The sleeping enslaved people
That,
They are now set free
And the devil
Is bound tight
At the prison’s gate.
Merry Christmas.
5.Jingle bells for Christmas day.
Jingle bells because
We are the children
Of the most high.
Jingle bells because
Humanity has been upgraded
To a high level of
Super nature
Above all creations.
Jingle bells
Because we are now
Kings and Queens.
6.Jingle bells because
The history of our doubts,
Cries and sufferings
Is at its end.
Jingle bells because
Jesus will take us all
Around that throne
And say
“I have bought children for you father
With my blood.”
Jingle bells because
We shall see the father,
Shall learn ,
And solve
All the mysteries
In our doubts.
Jingle bells because
We shall see
Hell no more,
Merry Christmas!
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Samson Manyala Poem
SELFISHNESS CORRODES LOVE
Selfishness corrodes love
Than any other does.
Since love is a responsibility
And not only
A whim in one’s heart.
In love, give!
Love long for
A favorable environment.
If you won’t nourish it better,
Slowly
It find its way out
Without any of you two
Come to know.
Simple like a bee
Seeking a new hive
For the whole swarm.
Once love gets a new home,
It cuts off abruptly
Like an electric current.
This is the worst attribute of it.
It never say bye,
But it has gone
Leaving you two
Failing to understand each other
Completely.
Once love gets a new home
The old couple
Play comedy.
They become good actors
Displaying falsehood
Of their inner heart.
A smile becomes a mock,
A kiss becomes a spit,
But eyes are benevolent:
They start
Evading one’s eyes.
If you happen to see
The last sign,
Love has corroded
Love is giving:
And competing in giving.
Struggle to give more
Than you receive from partner.
Struggle to thwart a partner
And dwarf her far behind.
Struggle to be a head of him
By giving him madly.
Give anything in your mind:
Give your enough time,
Give your good stories,
Give your real touches ,
Give your advice
Give your body.
Compete to be superb
When it comes to giving.
Remember,
Selfishness corrodes love!
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Declaration:
I Samson Josephat Manyala,
The author of
"Salome The Beautiful Princess",
With a subtitle
"A dedication To The US Armed Forces",
An anthology live online today,
Kindle Edition,
With any among my songs
So genius written
And generously offered to U.S.A,
In that online book,
After seven years of determination
And sacrifice,
To make it live online
And, up to date.
I declare a defeat
And regret!
I declare,
The sufferings and pains
You brethren endure
When escaping the war ravaged lands,
Tattered houses
With streets littered with blood
And full of a strong smell and blasts,
Hoping for
"America a cool shade",
As I wrongly mentioned
In that my online book,
And suggested to
All suffering human beings
As a place where
"The world walk in smiling".
I hereby denounce myself,
Following
The forty-fifth
White house policy
Which has proved me a liar!
Shame on my pen!
I declare to any
Who had previously downloaded
SALOME THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS
Or Wish to download it today,
Tomorrow or days after,
That,
I Samson Josephat Manyala
By this poem,
Permits you
To re-print the subtitle
Of your personal downloaded copy
From "A Dedication To The US Armed Forces"
To "Dark Days For A Shamed Pen"
Today's policy of America
On the crying suffering mankind
Reminds me of
My late girl friend,
A Muslim and a refugee
From Congo D.R.C. Back 1994,
And whom I loved like it can never repeat!
"To Halima Omary I write:
I can now see the fear
Which had befallen you on your run
As a female,
A teenager by then,
A Muslim
And a refugee from D.R.C!
My beloved,
Our sons Omary and Selemani
Are thriving well.
They are the today's models
Of Christians
Holding Islamic names in my village chapel.
I have kept the names for your honor.
I found your Quran
To be a testimony of Jesus the Christ!
And along my bible
I am uplifted highly spiritually.
Rest in peace my love!
When the trumpets blown
We shall rejoin again.
AMEN"
Shame on my pen once again
For it took me too long a time
To see the danger
Around the gay minority
And admit that
Some are born so!
For sure,
I only came to know this
After witnessing some single males
Who have direct allergy to females
And resort to live lonely
And those cried that
They found themselves so!
For sure,
These persons
Should not shed blood
In front of our eyes.
Much prayers are needed
And security protection
To give them chance of accepting
Jesus
As a savior who changes lives.
AMEN.
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A NEW YEAR SURPRISE
1.There is a one
Who has deleted you.
Not at a random
But a name after name!
You will know him
Since he is not calling again.
He put your name in the sack of odd names
And set fire on them.
But your name is still there
Since it is a prime number
Not divisible by Jane, Mary or Lucy.
No woman interchanges with you!
Lost in the ocean
Of his new love
He might have been
Swallowed by sharks of love
Or thronged by crocodiles
In the abyss of the ocean
In a Cimmerian darkness!
He is sobbing solemnly
And think to retreat back.
You who had known him before,
Had nursed him
Had felt all his feelings
Once a time
Before he deleted you,
Make a surprise to that one.
2.Tell him a few words.
“ I hope you still breath-in somewhere.
But I sense
Like seeing you
In a terrific gale,
In windy storm of a dark ocean!
I sense like,
A female whale
Has swallowed you alive.
It is like
You’re in the jaws
Of a treacherous mother-sharks!
You breath no more but so little!
Please baby,
I had known you before,
I can still sense your impulses
Tickling my nerves,
And right here,
Even now,
I can hear you crying aloud
In agony.
Handle tenderly
This my new year greeting
And be confident
You can swim back!
On the beach you will find me,
On that shelly coral rock
Where we used to sit before
And where you once lost my ring.
I keep my eyes
On these coming waves
That,
Once they wash the beach,
There you will arise!
SORRY BABY!
Happy new year to you!"
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YOUNG MAN BEWARE OF BEAUTY
1.Beauty is a lie
A fake cloth
covering one's body
And the opposite Side
Lies the truth,
Those who know the secret
Secret,
Enjoy it on ugly women.
2.Beauty has its charm
In the eyes.
It is not material at all
But illusion!
It is a great lie.
Those who are mindful
Have enjoyed a lot
On ugly women.
3.Beauty is cheating
In a real life.
It is a dream
Where the butterflies
Harp music
For a broken heart,
The latter of which
Finally,
Open his mouth,
Feel so thrilled
And greening
But nothing materializes.
4.Beauty needs caution.
A one who is safe
Is the one
Who is curious about it.
Those who are mindful
Enjoy a lot
On ugly women.
In ugliness
Tangible commitments
Resides.
5.Beauty is a lie.
The laboratory of one's brain
Must be smart
To processes its features.
It is a bad charm
In a rudiment use by women
To assert
Wrong course of actions.
6.Beauty is a devastating
Mass weapon.
Silently,
Whenever it passes,
It electrifies feelings
And emits
Radioactive rays,
Which shortly
Conjures the heart
But,further more
Makes it more tired
Than before!
7.Beauty is a lie.
Expect zero commitment
In beautiful women.
Expect no dimensional
Heart full feelings!
Expect blurred love!
No mathematics of love
Ever been calculated
By a beautiful woman
To bring to zero
A troubled heart
Of a man in need
Of a heart wash!
8.Beware of beauty.
If the laboratory of your
Brain,
Is such a modern
And,you are bloody young,
Blind your eyes,
Allow your finger tips
On ugly women
And enjoy the secret
Sometimes
Ever not been dreamed of,
Since
It has not been thought
To reside there!
Beware of beautiful women.
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YES, THERE IS LIFE AFTER DEATH
For millions of years
The massive ball
Labeled “the earth”
Has been going around
The hot burning star
Labeled “the sun”.
It is logical to say
Death is the end
Of our understanding
And exploration of the universe.
But this thing eternal life
Is real my brother,
Ask King Solomon the wisest,
Ask Shakespeare,
Believe me!
It starts with you
Neither does it start
With a religious organization
Nor being too smart!
It starts with you.
Create it on your mind,
Invest your time.
You start gathering
Enormous forces around you
Which transforms you
From mortality
To immortality.
Wish first for
The life after death.
Tell yourself,
“I cannot vanish away
But, would live solid”.
Men are gods!
John ten,
Verse thirty-four.
They all belong to God’s family
As the children.
Being made
In the likeness of God
They became gods.
So behave godly,
Wish godly,
Serve godly,
Talk godly,
To rejuvenate the powers
Of immortality
Already embodied in you.
Bestowed in by Jehovah
And restored by Jesus
The Christ.
Live happily therefore,
Take your daily meal,
Enjoy your drink
Together with your lovely wife
And close the death chapter.
Hurrah…… you immortal gods!
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If you could read my eyes
You could understand
But one thing,
The disease in my heart.
These poems I create daily
Solely for you
And yet my tongue
Hesitates to utter them,
Have made a big sore
Corroding my heart
Every single
Ascending day.
I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
This worldly tradition,
That a man must openly
Spell out
Even if words are
Hot electrically circuited,
It is quite damaging.
Don’t you see tears
Glistering in my eyes?
Tears of a dumb-tied man
Who is totally wrecked
By loving a woman
Who stubbornly
Feigning to notice nothing?
Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
This valentine day.
Since I am a coward
Who can’t date a woman.
Neither shall I spell out
What is wearing away
My tender heart.
Do me favor and
You will see
How much loyal,
A coward and shy
A man I am,
And who won’t attempt
At any coarse moment
To break away
From this jewelry love
I’m longing for.
I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
As manly heart
It should stand firm
And ignore you.
But you’ve caused misery,
Yes , misery of happiness
As I fail to comprehend
A logical way
Of arraying my spells
Tolerably
In front of you!
Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
And you will see
How loyal and enslaved
I am
As I’m treading blindly
Behind your every wish
Forever,
Starting with this very
Valentine day.
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BIRDS SING LOVE
1. All fowls in the air
What they sing do you hear!
If you are not dumb to cheer
Open your eyes and ear
To discern beauty so clear.
Whilst imitating them dear.
2. For you they all sing.
Before you is a dancing.
They play love and convincing,
Not for nothing
They are troubling
But, truly offering
Free essential learning.
3. Birds are joyful all over,
Not a sobering is either.
They sing for you to hear.
All the day is
“Love your dear”
“Love her prettier”
“Make her appear
A lovely miss cinthier”.
4. In the morning they sing,
“Take her along”
“Give her a song”
“Make her sing
Beem..Bam..bing”.
“Make her swing”
“Make her smiling
Like a life long king”.
5. In the afternoon they cry
“Make her cry
With a madly cry”.
“Make her fly
A dreaming sky”.
“Make her spy
And feel so shy
Of your eyes so dry”.
6. In the evening they dance,
“Tight her close”
“Touch her nose”
“Pull her blouse,
Make it loose
In a deem-light house”.
“Ride her course
Like a champion horse”.
7. At night,
“Keep her bright”,
“Keep her right”.
“Blind her sight
And caress her tight”.
“Block her fight
To let her fight
In a jolly light”.
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ELECTRONS OF THE ETERNAL LIFE
Birth is the origin
From there forth
Ageing starts,
It acquires a negative sign.
This ends up in a death,
Defined as seventy years,
A hundred and ten,
Forty
Or even hours after birth.
The opposite side
Of the same scale
With birth as the origin
Is the eternal life.
It acquires a positive sign
This starts with birth
And goes unknown length
At infinity!
An atom of life
Has birth with a zero sign
As a neutron.
It has eternal life
With a positive sign
In that nuclear.
These are constants.
But the shells
Are made up by ageing.
Through them
One receives or looses
Electrons
When reacting
With the element God.
If the outer shell
Looses electrons
It is pronounced as eternal life.
If the outer electrons are
Lost,
The outer shells adopt
That same tendency,
They slowly fade out,
Literally termed
As the growing seeds of the evil.
The inner nuclear
Shatter
And a strong atomic heat released.
Literally, the unquenchable fire
Which burns individuals
With a varying degree
Of strength
According to one’s
Atomic number,
Literally talents offered to him,
And
According to one’s deeds
Both in secret and in light.
If the outer shell receives
Electrons from God,
Literally the blood of Jesus,
The humanity is enhanced
To the godliness.
Psalm eight-two,
Verse six.
Here,
One is termed
As the son of God,
A partaker of the kingdom.
This is summarized as
EMMANUEL,
Which translates into
God with us.
A fact!
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Nothing but loving a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
The eye of a king to a woman,
The eye of a slave to a woman
All look with the same intensity.
Nothing but wanting a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
The rich who is crazy for love,
The poor who dies for love
All behave madly
Like twins of the same womb.
Nothing but a need for a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
A monk who clasps his hands on the bed,
A sinner who embrace a woman
All dream the same event
And passing the night the same.
Nothing but a pride with a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
A genius who lectures on psychology,
A cobbler who only mends shoes
All behave like cartoons on the bed.
Love parades men like the cartoons
And libido,
Arises madness,
Obscures wisdom,
Making the higher and the lower
Just human beings
A species akin to apes.
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