The Bomb That Blew Up God: And Other Whimsical Mystical Poems

A poem a day will make your heart sing. Another one makes you almost cry. By the next, you're chuckling when reading Freddy Niagara Fonseca's second book, The Bomb That Blew Up God. Impossible to categorize, and divided in seven distinct chapters, it presents fascinating poems in novel, multiple styles, moods and subject matter.

This adventurous poetry collection full of wit was first published in 2020. Hailing from South America, the poet pours his heart out into richly entertaining poems, charming even poetry haters.

BookLife by Publishers Weekly wrote: "The poems capture pivotal moments in relationships and point to the thread that connects humankind and the divine."

ON A MEDIEVAL PAINTING OF THE FALL OF MAN

The Angel turned them out of Paradise,

And God withdrew within.

A glorious Realm receded from their Eyes.

They shrank from loving Him.

The World is like a Darker Sphere until

We meet His Love within.

An Angel full of Grace is waiting still

To lead us back to Him.

LONG-LOST BOOKS

on shelves of

friends,

long-forgotten.

THE ADDRESSEE

The day I become able to address this old, old

hurt, it will be like dispatching and promptly

receiving a letter back destined to arrive at a

better place inside my self where its contents

must have been known long before the old, old

shame was revealed, and there's only one line:

Dear friend, it's all gone now, and for good!

FLYING TO MIAMI

America is under me.

We have been flying high.

The clouds nearby extend

like snowy down across a lovely blue.

The years I do not like to count

are slowly passing by.

etc., etc.

BLACK HOLE

I used to go through life quite flat-footed. Back

then, the sidewalk would stick to my heels,

but I've evolved quite a bit, touching the stars

way up here. Far below there's Earth, still kicking.

My body? It's being nebulous and probably

stretching all over the Milky Way right now . . .

My heart is somewhere at the center, and it's

awfully wide. In fact, there's a huge gap in my

chest and I'm breathing the universe in and out

night and day. A black hole is all that I really am.

I've dropped all contact with matter for sure,

and hey, I'm enjoying my space here immensely!