Get Off My Way Miss!

So cunningly n’ wistfully

  She flies into the house

Like a housefly

She hardly knocks for

She believes she belongs

Wherever she finds

 an open door she

does offer her usual dose

right into the reluctant body

she in haste lays her lavish eggs

n’ right from the start

I feel like executing her

Some days I manage to terminate

Her early enough others

I don’t make to terminate her

If she survives the killing she

Sets to destroy me or my passion

How randomly her eggs develop

Regardless of my fumble or fondle

Soon the eggs start to hatch while

Huh! Just how time flies as

I count n’ watch the hatching

To my surprise n’ downfall

The dusk is already peeping through

the window with very little

To show for the ending day

As all the eggs finish hatching

 I can feel the bitter stuffy stuff

Starting to stare at the

Stuck stark face sat on

The stiff n’ startled neck

It’s sad that the bitter stuffy stuff

Has to go down my throat

How I wish I didn't let her in

How I wish I eliminated her soon

 How I wish I destroyed the eggs

Now I’m drowning in bitter regret

Again for letting her be the better

Tomorrow I won’t open the door

For madam LAZINESS, I won’t let her

Like a housefly in my house,

If she sneaks in I won’t allow her

To lay her PROCASTINATION eggs in me

And if she manages to lay the eggs

I won’t leave them to hatch as I

Watch even at the ticking of my watch

Argh! This bitter idler I’ll endeavor to

Fight daily for if he is the better of us two

He will always leave me

Beaten and bitter,

Laziness!!!!

Get off my way miss!

Newton J G K 2013.

It's People

it's people

or do you want

to call them

persons?

it's people

it is them who;

hate,

shoot,

fight,

gossip,

steal,

plot evil,

mistreat,

offend,

insult,

kill,

it people still;

who are;

hated,

shot,

fought,

gossiped,

stolen from,

evil hit,

mistreated,

offended,

insulted,

killed,

but its people too

who;

love,

care,

listen,

forgive,

inspire,

guide,

protect,

encourage,

serve,

and indeed people 

too are;

loved,

cared for,

listened to,

forgiven,

inspired,

guided,

protected,

encouraged,

served.

Just how many colors 

have we people got?

 It's people who

sow seeds,

It's people too who

harvest them,

its people who eat

the harvest.

So what?

Sow the right

seeds then!

Times we call
them man [Kind]
but they times turn
out to be

ma [Unkind]
Just what kind
of a person
are you man?

So what?

Sow the right

seeds then!

Newton J G K 2013.

The Heart!

So deeply hidden within,

Enclosed in your enclave within,

Why though;

Are you so far from reach?

Why though;

Are you so far from touch?

Even though;

You are near enough to break,

N' yet still;

Are near enough to be hurt,

Will you speak to me my heart?

If you were outside like;

The arm n' the leg are;

I would pinch you to awaken,

Would massage you to relaxing,

Would wash you to clean,

Would your torn tissues bandage,

All your wounds tenderly nurse,

Will you speak to me heart?

But wait!

I think I would still hide you,

I would hide you;

To protect your dignity n’ beauty,

To cover your shame n’ ugly spots,

To preserve your deep secrets,

To maintain your broken pieces as one,

For fear of your regretted past,

For the sake of the glowing visions,

If you were outside though;

Just how much I would;

Do for you or even against you,

Just how much I think;

I would sort you out, just!

Why though;

Are you so far from reach?

Why though;

Are you so far from touch?

Will you speak to me heart?

There must be a major reason,

For indeed:

My arms would hardly cope;

With your weight,

My dirty hands would, sadly;

Darken your shiny parts,

There would be more trouble,

May be the beautiful bits;

Would easily fade away,

May be the dreaded world;

Would steal your all as if not yet,

May be the violent world;

Would crash you as if not yet,

May be the careless world;

Would mockingly laugh at you,

Well I know much of you is;

Weak n’ wounded though not all,

You are n’ still remain;

The engine of my all anyway,

You are and still remain;

The root of my entire being;

Yet I can comprehend you least,

You need more than I offer you;

For your n' my sake;

I’ll try the Jesus blood.

Newton Gatambia 2013.

Life's shape!

The endless questions of what is life?

  Always a mystery for so quick a mastery

Even to the masters of many

Mysteries of the mysterious

 World we live in;

The question remains mysteriously

Inexhaustibly fathomed

So I opt to ask not

what life is but rather it’s shape?

Is life short?

Is life shallow?

Is life narrow?

Oh yes! I think it is!

But wait! (I doubt) the war soldier will differ that

Even a single day in the battlefield to him like a decade

No I don’t think it is!

(Short shallow and narrow)

So;

Is life long?

Is life deep?

Is life wide?

Oh yes! I think it is

But wait! (I doubt) a teenager in a dying bed will disagree

If he has had enough of it

No! I don’t think it is!

(Long deep and wide)

Well!

Still another mystery

Its seems to depend;

Depend on what though??

On so many things it seems to swing

On so many things it seems to float

Not once but daily it swings and floats on lots

Every time on many angles it’s displayed

On what one is looking for in it...

On what one is looking at in it...

On when one is looking at it ...

On how one is looking at it...

On whose eyes one is looking at it...

On the whos’ whats’ whens’ and hows’ it always swings

But the; who shapes it

To me matters most

I find it short, shallow n’ narrow yet

I find it also long, deep n’ wide

So how is life? I continue to ask

I think it goes on and on

Just like my questions about it does

If the question’s of its nature goes on and on

Then arises another mystery

I think life definitely
has to be longer  n' deeper than my question
about it's shape!!!!

I better jump into its eternity

I better remain in its eternal path forever

I better seek the ship that promises

Eternity for

I want to see life’s other side

I better stay in the Jesus’ ship

For then only shall I see where it leads

Newton J G K 2013.

Compassion.

Premise: The world we live in has so many people who keep asking why the heaven there are so many troubles in the world and as they do so men of compassion know 

that that God has solved the problems by creating them at such a time. Come out of your comfort and ever complaining zone and do something however small for such will make a difference.

The gorgeous color of Compassion.

What a beautiful day out in the blossom

Of the spectacular sunshine

Step by step as I luxuriate in my usual

rambling beside the Clarence lido

I can hear an unusual noise from the geese

The unusual noise is so loud n’ uniform

quite persistent hence enticing me to listen keenly

to the amazing gaggle in their what seems

to me like a cry for some urgent intervention

As the noise persists on I can hardly just

‘Accept it and move on’ as they say in politics

I end up seating on the stone wall at one end of the lido

facing the gaggle’s cry as if in an attempt

 to goggle it n’ check what the matter is with them

with time and with the growing persistence in their noise

I’m now certain that the noise has more to it than

The mere celebration I always watch them make

I see them helplessly yawn in deep hunger

The mums’ dads n’ the goslings are indeed

In deep need for someone to feed them

And as I slowly draw out my camera to picture their cry

a sharp spark of shame strikes me

From deep within and

 So I quickly abandon my mission to take pictures

 Of the poor n’ hungry birds

I watch them jump up and down

The entire flock has now turned restless and

I still sat helpless n’ helping them less  

How can I possibly help them in their tens in numbers?

Slowly and surrendering I face the heavens as if

To request for the left-over of Moses’ manna from Him

Who dwells up in the highest

As I browse the sky for a miraculous solution

I find myself uttering a prayer

For the birds – there is just so much I can offer for now

Whilst still gazing at the sky in prayer I can hear

From behind where I’m sat some

Soft n’ slow well calculated footsteps approaching

 As the footsteps get closer I conclude my prayer

And in deep expectation I turn round as if to check out

For Moses with the manna from above

Here comes an old chap the age my grandpa

- who is nearly a century old now-

Slow but sure he continues to make his steps

 Towards the now entirely desperate gaggle

With his bag full of what seems to be bird food

As my now tearful yet joyful eyes stare at his kindness

The birds are already starting to rally near him reminding

me of the days of old in the Kiambu high dining hall at lunch time

he distributes the food to the gaggle with so much mastery

and fabulous tenderness to all as he smiles

at the now calm n’ beautiful flock

yes it seems they all know him and his love

for them and he too seems to know them so well

as I can hear his soft voice repeatedly saying

“Sorry I came a little bit late”

God bless the old man for his kind acts,

For like the sunshine and soft showers merge

To give birth to the beautiful rainbow

So the cry of the poor n’ hungry gaggle merge with

The benevolence of the old and caring man

To bring forth

     ‘The gorgeous colour of

Compassion.’

N J G K 2013.

Ridding The Greed!

Premise: Just to show us how dangerous a greedy man is to other men and the entire creation. 

the greedy men

  in greed they've agreed

with a grid to grind

the innocent good

who grapple in need indeed 

and their godsend goods

to gobble

to gratify their insatiable

greed they are always on the lead

as the poor n' innocent creeps in hunger

for just the basics;

the greedy gather to exploit

his needs and deeds

for their greed is indeed 

a grenade to those in dire need

a grave matter to them;

escorting them to the grave

like the toss of a coin

is the fate of the poor n' needy

in the hands of the greedy

at the increase of their greed

the entire creation mourns n' pleads

to its Almighty Author

for its piece n' peace

and for His slaying of the greedy

or at least his getting rid

of their insatiable greed

Amen.

Newton J G K.

Where are the calves?

Premise: this piece is meant to stress the importance of effective parenting for any given society or nation.

Where are the calves?

The world owner’s voice had I followed

It landed me right outside the main cow shed

I knew there was work to do

I knew there was little time to waste too

He said that I was on a rescue mission

So i walked into the cowshed in haste

I could feel it’s almost tangible loneliness staring at me

There was hardly any movement or even any sign of life

I wondered in deep pain where the shed’s life had gone to

The life that had ever before lived in the key cow shed

The lively life of the jumpy, wise n’ healthy calves I longed to see

Oh dear, what happened to them? I shouted yet no one responded

Oh dear, where is the future of the amazing herd?

As tears rolled down my empty face in despair

I could see the calves’ mothers n’ fathers rested next to the kettle

Not even the grannies seemed bothered by the shed’s emptiness

That the calves were nowhere to be seen didn't bother them

As I walked around to look for any calves remaining within

I was so shocked to realize that

The very few within were lonely and frustrated

They too hardly considered the cow shed as home anymore

I shook my head as I wandered in wonder

I could see the remains of the torn old gates all over the shed

The old n’ rotting walls had all fallen apart

None of the parents seemed to had bothered to repair them

My tears kept on flowing in agony for the herd’s future

I no longer could stay inside the empty cow shed and

So I left for the bushes and the woods and everywhere

To look for the calves,

To look for the herds future,

To look for the lost life,

I keep wishing n' praying the parents would join me in the search

I will carry on with my mission to gather the vulnerable

I’ll try and rescue all I can

For that’s what big and loving brothers are for

 And as she always said;

My African grandma;

 “A herd without calves reaches not to the future.”

Newton J G K. 2013