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Unfinished…

ancient, dated, books, poetry

My life is an ancient library

with time-worn tedious steps to climb;

inside are dark cavernous spaces

with old precious books of fine writing

but yet, there are still many plain pages

waiting to be written on. 

©

Jacqueline

#itsneverdonetillitsdone, #unfinishedbusiness #aniconinthemaking #makingofamasterpiece

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To Walk in Silence

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Maturity, are the days

when we enjoy each other

in comfortable silence;

not worried

that our lack of words

means that

we are breaking up.

 

Where Do My Prayers Go?

Prayers, Poetry

 

My prayers,
you are stuck on the ceiling board.
I look up, intently at the white rectangles
eyeing the invisible patterns of my earnest supplications;
that never quite made it past my rooftop.

My prayers,
why are you not getting past the ceiling board?
Is it because in the midst of saying it
I was thinking what sauce I must make for the day
would meatballs or fried chicken
appeal more to my hungry fold?

My prayers,
why do you fail to soar
could it be that the landlords brick and mortar
are far too hard and impenetrable?
I must have a word with him
‘cos he needs to use heaven proof material.

My prayers,
once you leave the space in my heart
do you roam the void trying to fill the vacuum
or do you travel faster than the light of speed
heaven bound where Angels receive you
then file you away in ‘to do files’?

My prayers,
I have no idea where you go
no do I truly know where heaven is,
but what I know is that at some point in time
each word of prayer I ever offered
will be waiting there to meet with me.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

What My Mama Said To Me…17

Wisdom, Mother Knows Best, Proverbs, Mother and Child

Mama said to me, baby,
it’s always a waste of your time pulling others down
‘cos you’ll end up beneath them.

©

Jacqueline

This piece is an excerpt from my work-in-progress.

You can read my book, Unbridled on Kindle Unlimited for free.

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Wake Me Up – Avicii

I wanted it to be a rumour, I prayed that it’s a bloody rumour
sadly, it’s so cold, so true, so unexpected.

News of your passing leaves a huge lump in my throat
unbidden tears flow as I listen to your beats over and over

I love your music more than I can say, the sadness in my soul feels brittle
How is it that I love someone that I’ve never met this much?

Avicii, your lyrics spoke to me on a deep level
I looked forward to a day I would go to your concert

Alas! Your show has become one that I’ll never attend.
Hey brother!  Though you never grew to be older, you were older than your years.

Rest In Peace Avicii and May Perpetual Light Shine On You.

Lines of Time…

old, beautiful, aging, life cycle

With each engraved wrinkle

that time etched on

she lost her youthful looks

but never her twinkle.

Her beauty’s matured

as her heart’s nurtured

the canvas of lines of time

stories of a precious lifetime.

 

Our beauty stays with us irrespective of how old and wrinkled we become. We only become a much more beautiful and limited edition 😉