Writers Quote Challenge Prompt

Quote, Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha, Doing My Own Thing, Life, Poetry

I stopped waiting for you to bring me sweet words. I wrote my own! Jacqueline

I sat in silence
waited in futility
hoped hopelessly
that you would bring me words
that would make a difference.

I held my breath
expectantly, I perspired
hanging on
to the few words you had to offer
you starved me. You kept me hungry.

I got tired
of the hunger
I wanted more words
I stopped waiting in vain
I gathered my own words and moved on.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

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Jacqueline at http://www.Acookingpotandtwistedtales.com

Joan at http://www.familyparentingandbeyoned.wordpress.com

Oneta at http://www.onetahayes.com

We are continuing the same format here and that is: there are no rules to follow. Either make up your own sayings or use a quote from a famous author that you find gives you inspiration.

Each Thursday, we will post the prompt and all you have to do is participate!

On your own blog post do a pingback to this post and make sure to “like” or “comment” on everyone else’s post. A pingback is when you embed (or copy) the URL of my weekly prompt into your own blog post.

Make sure to check our weekly prompt to see if your entry is there. You can copy URL of your blog post and include it in the comments section of my original weekly prompt if that works better for you.

Copy the badge above and include it in your own post. Tag your post on your own blog as “The Writer’s Quote Challenge,” so we can find the posts in the reader.

Unfortunately, due to the exigencies of time, Bernadette has taken a break from Writer’s quote so, we are still welcoming co-hosts.  Come and join in the fun.

 

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Castle On The Hill – Ed Sheeran

I am hooked on this song by Ed Sheeran. It makes me feel all sorts of things.

It hits me in the solar plexus with powerful nostalgia, bittersweet memories wash over me each time I listen to this awesome song.

I’m singing along loudly, tearing up over little reasons I can’t place my fingers on. It’s playing right now in the background as I quickly type this.

I thought his Shape of you is fabulous (it’s still fabulous), but this one right here is a heartbreaker and breathtaking.

2 Years! Time Sure Flies When You Are Having Fun…

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Woah! It’s two years since I started my blogging journey. I was only reminded last night when WordPress sent me a note that my site’s subscription is due for renewal.

Hmm! I had no idea when I started this affair with blogging that I would fall deeply in love with it and stick to it with such tenacity.

I honestly can’t begin to say in specifics how much this affair has made me grow. When I started, I had no iota of an idea what I was getting into – I still remember saying to myself, if the water gets too hot in here, I’ll simply climb out of the tub.

I am enjoying the choppy waters of the blogosphere and I am grateful with all my heart that I answered this call. It infuses me with such satisfaction, most especially friends that I’ve made in this space.

It’s been a wonderful experience and I thank all of you who have been here with me. You are all raising me up to be better than I was yesterday and today.

I truly wish I could have face time with a lot of people that I’ve met here. We would hug like old friends, sit, laugh, share a cocktail and many stories.

I’ll be hosting my monthly blog party this weekend, join me and celebrate.

Jacqueline 

 

Get OUT of My Bed! You’re Such A Poor Lover!

Poetry, Depression, Peace, Harmony, Life, Balance

 

Depression wants to sleep with me tonight
but I ain’t having none of that!

I told him that I don’t cheat on Peace
‘cos he brings me Joy, Harmony, Balance
and lots of untold goodies.

I told him that he’s such a poor lover
who leaves me all wound up,
empty and downcast.

That our tumultuous relationship
has me faking orgasmic satisfaction
and that has simply been a lie.

I kicked him out into the cold night
and wedged the door tight with a chair under the lock.

He sulked and begged and cajoled to be let back in
he even promised to be more gentle in his loving
but I ain’t having none of that.

I have listened to his sleek lies in the past
when he used me and put up his feet by the fireplace
having a good smoke while I cried my eye’s raw and my heart bled.

I told him that he’s a Baboon
and he’s not going to get more handsome soon.

His spots are embedded in his thick skin and
can’t be washed off with soap.

I quickly called Peace on speed dial though it was late,
even the birds had gone to roost
but I had to so as not to cave into Depressions whiny voice.

Knowing Peace, he’s such a good guy
he answered once he saw my repeated calls.

He called his companions
Joy, Harmony, Love, Hope, Faith, Music, Laughter…
and they all came along.

They played and danced in my living room all night long whilst
I had a goodnight’s rest in the desired arms of Peace.

©  Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Don’t Treat Them With Kid’s Gloves – My Thinking Corner

Our inner beliefs define our reality. Our life’s path is paved or blocked by them. Jacqueline

Negative beliefs stick on us faster than grease on a pan and they are difficult to erase. We must learn to love and believe in ourselves because if we don’t really like who we are, we may do everything right – eat right, pray, run for miles, be kind to others etc – but we would never feel right.

The danger of allowing such inner feelings of malaise to fester and grow out of proportion is that they become a hardship to remedy. They harden like concrete over time and slowly asphyxiate other parts of who we are.

Think of this scenario: If you step into wet paint and you fail to wash off the residue quickly, it would dry up and by the time you are ready to get it off your skin will not thank you for the rough treatment. That’s the way negative beliefs – worthless, not good enough, ugly, unlovable, guilty, ashamed … treats us. Like chipping off solid concrete with a spoon.

We must not ignore addressing this inner malaise because they are physically unseen. They possess the absolute power of dictating how our lives turn out.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha