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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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The graffiti talent
Could very well be harnessed
To tell meaningful tales
And leave foot prints in the sands of time.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
What if your poem could be scribbled all over a giant wall? Check out @atownend intriguing prompt for Writing 101, Day 8, Graffiti.
Heaven lies in your hands.
Said the Teacher,
To the Bomber.
Don’t you want to get to heaven he asked?
Easy-peasy! He advised
Bomber listened with rapturous intent.
All you need to do today,
Is to kill everybody
Said Teacher
To Bomber
Heaven lay in his hands.
Time ticked away,
Voila! Heaven at last.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy
PILLOW TALK…
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My eyelashes fall in love with each other,
Irresistible romance, the lids draw together,
Until in gentle kiss they link…
…And fall asleep within a blink.
In a soft cocoon of pleasant dreams,
Where pillow hugs like a gentle stream,
And bed of sweet affection, I felt,
My body regains its needed health.
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A pat, A plump, A punch of pillow!
Where is my sleep; my eyes feel hollow!
The brain is drained, its down to zero;
Yet thoughts flit past just like a sparrow.
Alas! Sleep is won with quite a fight!
The bones so weary, they do so sigh;
The brain is fuzzy and the face a fright;
A battle of might, O what a night!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 3 – SLEEP
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The air is so crispy
The birds are quite chirpy
The magic of nature abounds
As I imbibe all the sounds
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My quick strides grow shorter
My eyesight gets sharper
My senses soak in deeper
Pictures become magically wider
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The lady and her dog walk past
Bow-Wow says hello
The labourer offers a fleeting smile
And he works pretty fast
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So much floral blooms
And golden, droopy trees loom
Scented float of planted perfume
There is simply no room for gloom
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More barking dogs
The tinkle of calm waters
The men play a hand of golf
And a bird catches a grub
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A deep sense of satisfaction
Of peace I sense within
As the Sun peeks to say hello
I am happy to embrace me
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My passion has called
Now, no longer ignored
I hear the reverberations
Of the magic hidden within.
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Written during my morning walk.
Writing 101 – Day 1: Magic
In my mind,
I run like an African Gazelle,
filled with grace,
speed and style,
while in actual fact,
I am a robust Heifer,
trundling along,
with a rolling gait rump,
also filled with grace,
style and attitude,
to make up for the speed.
Go ahead! Have a chuckle at my expense.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Image Source: Indy Pendent Thinking
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There are moments in life that I look back on and wished that it could have turned out differently and this is one of those guilty moments: a letter to the young man that died.
However, with the realization that the past is where it belongs, one can only strive to a brighter present.
I have managed to get above and beyond these feelings by first and foremost, conscientiously working hard at forgiving myself for something that was beyond of my control.
At times, no amount of penance can get rid of the burden of sadness that weighs down on my mind when I ponder on some of the guilt-ridden episodes in my life but the amazing thing is that I have found that the more I reach up and look up to the sky, the less burdened I become.
Through Grace and Mercy which are not of my own will, but by succumbing to faith, hope, prayers, I can actually say, that I have the peace of The Lord which surpasses even my own understanding and that the haunting has ceased.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
”My Grace is sufficient for you; for my Power is made perfect in weakness: 2 Cor: 12:9.”
The Daily Post prompt The Guilt That Haunts Me.
Share a time when you were overcome with guilt. What were the circumstances? How did you overcome you guilt?
Tra la la la! Yippee!
Tra la la la! Yippee!
I did it, Oh yes I did it!
I am doing a jig and a boogie-woogie at the same time 😉
I managed to finish the NaBloPoMo with a flourish.
Not a prompt missed.
Honestly, there were some mornings that I woke up and wanted to play truant, but the little effervescent encouraging voice in me kept prodding me to try, and this was in fierce contest with the little imp of discouragement that kept saying ”come on, just a day’s kicking back won’t hurt.”
It seriously, wasn’t easy trying to do this, coupled with other posts that I usually make, in essence, each day, I was posting 3 to 4 original articles per day.
Some of the prompts were fly by the seat of your pants prompt like The Daily Post; I love participating in The Daily Post because you just never know what the prompt is going to be all about, so it helps my thinking quickly on my feet.
Somethings did suffer a bit with all these writing and the very first one was my butt. This is my little ditty about a writers flat butt.
The second thing that took the flake was my book. Instead of a thousand words a day, I was limping in at 500 words.
Each night, by the time I read two paragraphs of the John Grisham that I am currently reading, I am out cold and I bet I was snoring too – mind you we ladies don’t snore, we just make delicate noises.
My hubby is too nice to tell me that I am snoring. He knows the side that his bread is buttered on *wink* if he wants his nice hot meals 🙂
Now to celebrate, I am just going to kick back for a couple of days; I will still post each day as usual; but not with the rabid intention of the past few days.
Where is my Irish cream and some deep tissue massage?
Hmm! I feel the relaxation coming on before the next upheaval.
Thank you for staying with me my dear friends and for all your beautiful support.
To persevere and to finish is really a good feeling 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
NaBloPoMo prompt – Monday, November 30
What do you like to do to celebrate an accomplishment?
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Praise gives us lots of Grace.
Some boundless strength to run the Race.
So, let’s keep up the Pace,
Voices we lift, as we increase the Base.
♥
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Psalm 150:6
Believe me when I tell you that I ate so much humble pie in the earlier years of my marriage, that it’s not a surprise I got a bit more ample and humble over time.
There were so many instances, that I cannot even begin to recount.
At the start of married life, I assumed that my husband was an Almighty Druid who should be able to read my mind; this was regardless of the 6 months compulsory per-marital counseling classes that we were made to attend.
I think that my mind was doodling wedding gowns in the clouds and what not, when they talked about that communication part.
Well, after the lovely wedding and the romantic honeymoon, we got into the real deal. I had never lived with a man prior to that time, I had never had a husband, so it was trial by error 😉
I see things in brilliant and different hues of colours and my husband sees them in grays and black, so, I learnt that men are truly from a different planet; maybe Mars like they said and women in a World of their own. Though I can say that some of my colours are beginning to rub off on him 😉
After several erroneous assumptions, mostly on my part, and several courses of eating humble I-am-sorry pies, I had to re-calibrate as I realized that:
No, my husband is not a mind reader, though it seems that years of being together are now turning him into one.
No, he is not a druid but, like in the first instance, some magic is happening now.
I realized that in order to make it work, our communication had to get better than my sitting on my high horse with my nose stuck up in the air, expecting him to know those things that lay within my heart and mind, and I daresay that after 15 years, I think we are getting somethings right, since we even finish each others sentences these days 🙂
Now, it’s time to shed the pounds of the humble-over-the- years pies that got stuck on my hips.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Humble Pie
Tell us about a time you found out after the fact that you’d been mistaken and you had to eat a serving of humble pie.
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Whenever someone asks me what the best purchase I ever made was, I wonder why my mind simply drifts to the books that I have read and those that I look forward to reading?
Books are such ordinary things to call prized possessions, yet no gemstones like them have I found. Does this happen to you too?
My mind traces back to those books that have imparted valuable knowledge and fed my eclectic taste and senses.
I am always hard pressed to think of other material belongings that give me as much pleasure as my books and my Kindle does.
Is it my diamond encrusted ring? I do love it so and it always glows on my finger and makes me smile.
They say that diamonds are a girls best friend but I am still not yet so sure if it is truly mine. I appreciate it’s value but it is yet to speak to me.
Is it my latest pair of LV slippers? Yes they are certainly popping beautiful feet candy but not my prized possession.
Is it the fantastic new perfume of mysterious origin that I discovered at the Souk? ![1448608832940[1]](https://acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/14486088329401.jpg)
I have no idea what the name of the perfume means, since it is written in Arabic, but I must tell you that the fragrance is divine.
The list could go on and on but if the truth be told, none of these other things gives me the depth of satisfaction that books I have read gave me.
When I buy a book, it’s like I found a new friend. I usually can’t wait to curl up on my sofa or bed to get acquainted.
I always think that the cover of a book is like a door. Which gives me delightful glimpses of where I have not been before.
Sometimes it casts a spell, tickles, teaches or chastises. I always wonder when I knock what welcome there will be.
This little poem I wrote a while back will tell you more of my thoughts about books.
So what’s your best purchase of recent? Do share the fun, whatever that may be 🙂
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
NaBloPoMo prompt – Friday, November 27
What’s the best purchase you ever made?
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