Love · Poetry Vlog · Poetry/Poems · VLogs

Yay! My First Poetry Vlog 1… Please don’t throw tomatoes or your shoes at me ;)

♥ Love Rations ♥

When you batter me with the whip lash of your looks
And the coldness of your words,
My heart and soul shrivels from the lack of warmth.

As the icicles that drips from your eyes
Pierce my veins and leaves them frozen.

Your deliberate silence and denial
A negligence to my needs.

Your withdrawal of your love at will
Causes a ponder of thoughts.

If love is a chip to bargain with,
And we play chess with our hearts,
To determine who wins this game of shooting the darts.

Should your love be doled out in rations,
Dependent on my emotional engagement,
Or your emotional intelligence of the moment?

Taunting me with fast promises,
That fails to feel full.
Always leaving me with the need for some more.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Haiku · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Poetry/Poems

Testy….Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry.

An interesting combination of words we have this week for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge, ‘trill’ and ‘final’.

Here are my attempts.

Her final attempt to squeeze into it
Caused a sharp rip in the skirt
Oh! This will not thrill the sales lady

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It’s his final degree examinations
The professors tricky questions
Didn’t give him any thrill.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

Devotions · Poetry/Poems

As The Tempest Rages…

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Master, the tempest rages something fierce in some places.
Some lives lost in many cases.
The Earth is yours and the fullness thereof;
Teach us to appreciate that which you have given unto us.
To respect the Nature that surrounds and nurtures us.
Let us live lives of light,
So that when our time here on Earth is done,
We fear not that we perish,
For we would have run a worthy race.
May each day that we rise to embrace the day,
Bring into our hearts the joy of living,
The joy of thanksgiving and gratitude,
The joy of Grace and Care,
And a new beginning.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Haiku · Poetry/Poems

Inhale… Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku # 88 Style and Fresh.

Two great words to use this week for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge. Style & Fresh.

He admires the style of her hair.

Leaning over, he inhales,

They smell like fresh cut summer flowers.

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The tweed jacket is out of  style,

She clings to it nonetheless,

It reminds her of fathers fresh cologne.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Love · Poetry/Poems

Sweet Indulgence…

Honey sweet words you whispered to me,

In anticipation, they tickle me to my bones.

Pupils dilated, eyelashes flutter,

In deep sigh of sated, sweet affection,

The burst of sugary sensation,

Hits the right nerve centres.

It’s a chocolate dream.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Creative Writing · Poetry/Poems · Quotes For You

If I should fail…

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  Should I fail to say these words
That are etched upon my soul,
If I should fail to give voice
To the thoughts that wrangle for space within my head,
If I should fail to give birth to the dreams, in streams of eloquent consciousness
That run after me,
I would have died a thousand deaths.
I would meld within me,
And evaporate to nothingness.
I would implode.
An empty carcass of being.
Leaving nothing behind,
For you to feel me.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Poetry/Poems · The Daily Post

If I Was Set Free…

Super powers are certainly lovely to have, if such possibilities exist, however, I doubt very much if I can have those kind of super powers that would make me appear and disappear at will, besides, I am not sure I am keen on the connotation that this power might be used for negative endeavours.1452698473919[1]

I think I am far too gregarious to appear and disappear. In my language, my mother would call me “the one person, who is welcomed like a crowd of multiple people,” and my love for life around me, almost makes it impossible for me to sneak around.

Even if I had the luck to possess such skills, my reverberating energy would definitely alert those that I am trying to hide or seek from.

That said, I do think it would be lovely to possess the super-powers of a very convincing tongue; so that when I get to sit down with an agent/publisher, I would look them straight in the eyes, wearing my heart on my sleeves, I would tell them my writing thoughts and they would simply nod and nod.

They will have an auction war over my works and sign a fat check, sending me on my merry way to go and hammer out some more words. That’s my dream of super right now.

If I had the wings of a cooing dove,

Soft and gentle I will perch on your cove,

I will coo into your listening ears,

Understanding your sighs and your tears.

If I had the sweet tweet of a Nightingale,

Enthralled would you be with my tales,

You will let me out of my cage,

So that I may soar through the glades,

Tweeting high and free in the blue skies landscape.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post Prompt Now You See Me, Now You Don’t.

You have a secret superpower: the ability to appear and disappear at will. When and where will you use this new superpower? Tell us a story.

Creative Writing · Haiku · Hope · Lifestyle · Poetry/Poems · Social Issues

Crystal Meth…

A fascination of the Stars it held,

Purported to pleasure he heard,

Hope he keeps away from the Meth.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

PLEASE NOTE! ‘The usage of crystal methamphetamine is dangerous.’

This is my first time participating in ‘Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge‘ with the prompt words, ‘crystal’ and ‘hope.’

Devotions · Photographs · Poetry/Poems

Take My Hand…

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Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Poetry/Poems

I wonder how long they will last?…

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The gym overflows to the brim
Every corner occupied to its seam
The svelte and the porky
The taut and the cuddly
All gathered in the square space
Intents burning in avid blaze
Brand new gears all donned for the show
Sweat trickles down and dots the brows
The man with the wobbly one pack
See’s in his mind a defined six pack
The lady with the pouting lips
Takes the 50th selfie as she takes another leap
The dude with true six packs
Simply shows off with all the weight racks
The sage mother like I, walks sedately on a climb
We offer each other a nod and a smile
We huff and we puff
We groan and we grunt
I haven’t seen the gym this way
No. Not in many months of May
I know the new ‘Resolutioners’
With the Dre beats and everything new
Let’s watch and see how long
The new fad will continue to brew.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha