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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
I feel you and I
have walked this path,
long ago in the past
where precisely, I don’t know.
I see the beaten route
in the trodden soil
and your words touch me
without your knowing it
they echo in my soul
where I know I’ve heard them before.
© Jacqueline
Never stop telling your stories.
Even if your ears
are the only ones
to hear them.
©
Jacqueline
Dear Mister,
what were you thinking
when you sold your land
for 70 shillings and went
to town to live the good life,
only to return as a servant
to the man who purchased your land?
©
Jacqueline
For many years
I sent you handwritten letters
but you always say
you never got them,
the postman must be having
a good time falling in love
reading my raunchy words
and asking for more.
♥
©
Jacqueline
It was a desert
but I chose to plant my dreams there,
now everyone comes to rest under my shade
for it has become an oasis
©
Jacqueline
They say that words are cheap
but yours are simply gold
they touch me in ways I can’t explain
you enthrall me from afar
I fall in love with unknown parts of you
all I see are parts that you could be
©
Jacqueline
Dear Bernadette thoughts of you and your family have been on my mind and I offer prayers for you to stay strong.
I can only imagine how deep your hurt and loss feels and I woke up this morning thinking of your son. I never knew him but through your words I did.
Remain blessed and comforted.
Thoughts of you infuse my heart
with bittersweet memories that leave me reeling
my silent tears seep through eyes
that beheld you through the years
my tongue yearns to tell you once more
that I love you again and again
Unspoken, my thoughts stretch
to ask the Heavens why?
I open my hands to hold the butterfly
briefly, he perched on the dandelion and now
I watch him soar into the skies
free to be, he goes beyond my eyes.
My love for you will never end
for you decorated our lives
in ways that words can’t explain
I know that you fly free and
twinkle as part of the stars.
Jacqueline
Plot slithers through the dark night
thick, restless curling fingers of treacherous webs
woven by desperate men
who prefer to imbibe the witches brew of hatred
instead of drinking deep from cups of peace.
©
Jacqueline
Dimly lit, the whisper of dusk
invites the night,
reminding me that
this day will never happen again.
In the present
there is abundance,
there is joy,
there is favour,
there is divine,
there is mercy,
there is grace,
there is peace,
In the present
there is fullness.
Be present in your present.
©
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
a cooking pot and twisted tales 