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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

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When I Return…

Earth, Sea, Nature, Beautiful, Sunrise, Water, Poetry, Life

When I am done here, I will go
and I will return as everything

The Earth and it’s beautiful, rugged terrain;
majestic mountains, and the quiet hills
valleys, plateaus, forests and the vast desert

I shall be the wind that you feel, but can’t touch
I shall be the gentle and the torrential rain

I will be the air, the billowing clouds that float by
the waters of all corners of the earth
even the puddle that you step in

I will be the eagle that soars the skies
and the dove that coos and the watching owl

I shall be the Whale and the dolphin
the plankton, the seaweed
and the beautiful pearl in the oyster’s shell

I will be the dewdrops gathered on the verdant green
and the pretty, vivid flower blooms

The swift cheetah and the gentle lamb
A kitten and a dog and the rabbit running from the Fox
and yes, I shall be the fox

The pretty blushing maid in her red shoes,
glossy lips and corn rows
casting flirty looks under thick lashes

The handsome dark stranger with mysterious eyes
and the cleft in his chin

The vivacious lady with the laughing eyes
with a loud throaty chuckle
and her big black purse

The friendly, robust neighbour down the corner
who always offers cakes and pies

The mother with a baby suckling at the breast
the suckling child at the mother’s breast
each gurgling in joy at the other

The pebble stones and the grain of sand under your feet
The music that rouses you to dance and stirs your soul

You will see me in the stars, in the skies and in the face of everything,
‘Cos when I am done here, I will go and
I shall return as everything.

© 2017

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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The Dying Cries of Men…

History, Wars, Conflict, Cannons, Dying Men

My son, sit beside me and hear my tales

though my eyes are rheumy with age

it is said that age brings sage.

I hear the echoes of booming cannons

we fought these wars

we won by blood

yet victory rings hollow

‘cos I still hear with sorrow

the dying cries of men

who went before their tomorrow.

©

Jacqueline