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Reflections…

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Reflections…

Enrich my soul

That it may find words to say

Fill my heart with things pure

That your goodness may reflect from me

Show yourself mighty in my life

So that all may see and know

That none who turns to you

Can remain shackled and enslaved.

Nor be turned away empty.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

This week, I stumbled upon a good number of posts that I would like to share with you:

What are your kids using from Fiddledeedee: A bit alarming, but we need to know these things.

Grass is always greener where you water it from Kaylaa: Very inspiring, motivating and well articulated.

You gotta jump to be successful from Kay Morris: This post and the message from Steve Harvey says it!

Today’s Inspirations from EttaD Are so much truth packed in little words.

The property laws of a toddler from Spartacus. This gave me a real good chuckle and it’s so true.

Speak life lesson craft from Rose A very simple and practical way to teach the young ones.

Ladies: 122 Reasons why chocolate is better than sex for women. A humourous post and has some rings of truth tucked in.

The story behind the song. Oba’s zeal always inspires me.

Regards to you all.

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It feels right…Ronovan’s weekly haiku poetry challenge.

Tight and Warm, a pair of words that can be used in lots of beautiful ways. Connotes, cosy, snug, comfortable and so many more. Thank you Ronovan.

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UNCHAINED….


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The speed of the thoughts
Race in and out
Like a tempest forming
In the nascence of a rage

They are battering and the mind keeps buffering
Until the dams break down
Weakened by the bashing
Of banked emotions

The rage boils over
Tip of the pen races across the paper
Leaving dripping trails
Of blood, gore, tears and fury.

Silence!
The calmness returns.

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Be Mine Part II…VLog

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It became a lighthearted dalliance
Of shared cups of coffee
And fleeting holding of hands
Of browsing books in used book stores
You loved those books
And I loved your delight
As your eyes twinkled in merriment
When you read aloud.
Your lips pursed in a slight crinkle of a smile
When you pronounced the naughty words
And my eyes glazed over, as I listened to the words of your mouth.

It moved to dinners and movies
As well as stolen kisses
With a hair brush forgotten, a tooth brush and a T shirt.
You wove your magic
And I became your enchanted, willing slave
To the altar we went.
Our hearts duly entwined
Our love consumed us like fiery flames
The good life was ours.

The days of twirling to your ritzy jazz
Your soft hum, bare-feet as you made your special pies
The curtain of each day closed
As we listened to the rhythm of the others thumping heart.
Of ordinary day’s nonsense
And day dreams that made sense
Of paying the bills and gentle laughter
Bicycle rides and grocery shopping
Of catching the train and hopping buses.

You decorated my life
With your flowery essence
The powdery smells and soft snuffles
Of babies followed
In one fell swoop, two gorgeous girls to behold
Two pairs of eyes that twinkle like yours
Like shiny pennies full of mischief
The train trundles along
They chuckle with each bounce
As they implore ‘Tell us again, Papa.’

They love the train journey’s and the story of our love
Of how we met and how we fell in love
Phoebe and Chloe are turning out
To look a lot like you, my darling
I always stare at these beautiful
Energetic blessings that you gave me
Seeing your stamp as their mother written all over them
My eyes mist over with the thoughts
It’s been four years since you’ve been gone
I still miss you with deep pangs that hurts within me
The laughter of these young ones
Console me as they drag me along
I forget you not
Forever, my darling.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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A Thousand Deaths…

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A Thousand Deaths

I died a thousand times

When you said to me

‘It’s over now’

I carved out my heart

And handed it to you

Wrapped in bows and kisses

Expecting you to know

That to drop my heart

Would cause it to shatter

Fragmented in a million places

But drop it you did.

I died a thousand times

When you died in my arms.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The poem above came to me when I read Lily’s heart rending post I don’t know her in real time. I only read her blog now and again.

The broken pain of her heart reverberated in her words.

How do you condole a woman just bereaved of her loving husband?

Indeed, how do you condole any grieving heart that’s lost a loved one?

You cannot! You are simply there to listen, to offer a leaning support and to help as they find their way.

Every one grieves differently.

There’s no specific order or way to deal with this painful reality that life hands out.

Sometimes all we need is a quiet friend.

For this week, here are a few of the posts that I would like to share with you:

Lily’s Better Half

Hold On from Ronovan Writes.

To television or to tell a vision from Tunisia Jolyn.

Flaws can be adjusted from Joe Cosme.

Personally recommended author services and promotion sites from Smorgasbord.

ABC List from talking to my weight loss Counselor I must chip in here that you should watch out for her inspirations for victory over the scales.

Thank you good people.

My regards.

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Splashes…

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Life is not lived

On a black and white palette

For there are lots of shades

As well as tints of gray

Life is not a mad dash

Done in a big rush

For with such quick flash

You’ll combust into ash

Life is a sweet saunter with swag

Of swinging Calypso in beautiful sashes

And making bold, colourful splashes.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post prompt Mad Libs.

I was parked behind the big bus when this prompt came in an hour ago, so we chose the word ‘Splash.’

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Brevity…Thursday Trivia

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Sometimes,

The brevity of my words

Is not for lack of what to say

….But a reflection

Of the state of my mind

Where the invasion

Of dream-filled thoughts

That pervades them

Leaves me breathless

…..Unable and reluctant

To trap them in words.

So,

I let them float free.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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What’s In Your Secret Box?…

Shall I peek into your secret box
And sniff around like a little fox
What are those bones
And these mill stones
That drags you down
And makes you frown

Shall I peek into your secret box
Oh my it has too many locks
Will I find rainbow dust
Or a witch with a fiery gust
Be it Ogre with a wicked temper
Or Prince who knows how to whimper

What’s in your secret box
Please do tell
I shan’t ring the bell
And if you tell
You won’t go to hell.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. My dear WP, this is an evasive poem written in avoidance of your nosy self 😉

The Daily Post Evasive action

What’s the most significant secret you’ve ever kept? Did the truth ever come out?

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Be They Little…

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Mummy, I want to let you know what you mean to me.

You are like an Angel in the sky

Even at night you shine as bright as a star.

I want you to know, I love you mummy.

Why do I do these gratitude challenges every week? So that I don’t forget to pay mind to the little things that I would have probably taken for granted in the bigger scheme of life’s rat race.

It’s done as an open confession of little positive affirmations in my life, both online and real time. Of course it can be done through private journals *I still do that*, but then an opportunity would be missed to inspire even one person to embrace the attitude of gratitude.

The private journal practice becomes easy to forget or set aside at times when life gets hectic and we continue to roll along until it is completely left unsaid.

This way, I am compelled to pause and appreciate these things openly. It’s like unwrapping a present.

The attitude of gratitude has expanded the coast of my mind and it keeps growing in very positive ways. I find that more and more, I dwell barely on negativity because it’s almost as if my mind is on training on how to swat negative thoughts.

Ordinarily, I would probably have taken for granted the small hands that helped me push my shopping cart, weigh my fruits and tick off my shopping list *making me buy one or two extra tidbits, with a grumble and secret delight.

How will I take for granted how you all supported my blog party over the weekend?

Try cooking a large array of dishes (in this case, blogging hard for days) and inviting people to eat and they don’t turn up. You will be sorely disappointed and upset.

The essence of Valentine might have become subsumed in the cheesy commercial aspect of things, but there is absolutely nothing cheesy about the extra doses of love and attention that I received from my family, from hand-made cards to shop bought rose and chocolate with their pocket money, coupled with lots of pampering 🙂

There are so many little things to be grateful and thankful for. What are the things that decorate your life, be they little or large?

You can join Colline’s  or Maria Jansson gratitude challenge platforms.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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A Must Read Tag-along Poem Cooked By All Of Us… Tuesday Trivia

acookingpotandtwistedtales

Her eyes shone with tears

That clung to her lashes

She glanced at the ring

It’s twinkles brought back flashes

 Seeking you first

She knew in her heart,

she’d never forget this day.

The emotions she felt,

overwhelming- in a way.

Gradmama

–blue shoes and sashes 

 Melinda Kucsera

she knew where the stash is–

of chocolates liquor splashed,

frosted with white slashes… 

Elihu

Memories were there

Of Love and of laughter

A future there too

Of happily ever after 

Oba Kingsoracle

At last, he said it

It seemed like forever

But here and now

Her heart for him to keep

Forever.

Writersdream9

She was anticipating all the joy he would bring 

Sarah C

As the band struck a tune….

was it too soon?

the cat crossed their path quickly

And then it was time for giggling 

Noirfifre

She spent all that time, years

she would never see those crashes

in trust, it is time to sell that bling. 

Mandibelle

He’d bought such a rock,

She couldn’t conceive,

It was bought with his love,

In his love, she believed.

Hubby1974

The really special thing

About our love is this

When your not in my arms

Your pheromones I constantly miss!

Elizabeth Zertuche

Of when they first met

Now seen through the years 

amcglasson

The midnight sea glistened

With the moon’s tender touch

Bated breath he listened

He wanted her so much 

Deb

Of first dates and kisses

The movies and dances

Writing Mr. & Mrs.

And lifetime romances

Dreamer of Dreams

A lover, a tryst,

A melding of hearts

An evening of mist

And now, they’re apart. 

What Sandra thinks

I’ve missed you, my dear

My arms have been lonely

Come home to me, love

You’re my one and only 

Lulu

“Flashbacks are scary,

they signal PTSD,

so she knew in a moment

she really must flee.”

Joy indestructible

She heard the song he loved to sing

Salty tears to clean heart’s slashes

Waiting for a new day life to bring

Hope to resolve all angry clashes 

Bitter Sweet

She remembered the past,

As she stood there is her gown.

They has been thru so much,

Thru the ups and downs 

♥♥ FROM US ♥♥

‘A beautiful poem if I may say so myself.’

P.S. I have a strong feeling that some verses got lost in the deluge of comments. Please, if you sent in a contribution and it’s not here, just give me a heads-up so that I can adjust it.

Thank you all for participating. It was fun reading all the contributions 🙂

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha