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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 5 – Freedom
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LIVING FREE…
May I live
Unafraid to breathe
Free from a choke-hold
That becomes a stronghold
May I live
Unafraid to live
Clinging to my expectations
With feral desperation
SHARING FREELY…
May I share space
Unafraid of being encased
Free from condemnation of race
That becomes a strong base
Purple, White, Olive, Black and every hue within
May I share space
Knowing that we are first a human race
…And all blood are red in this place.
BELIEVE FREELY…
May I speak of belief
Unafraid and in relief
Free from contentious eyes of disbelief
That becomes thresholds of grief
May I wear my mask of belief
Understanding that to achieve
Peace would be a welcome reprieve
…Which we must seek to retrieve.
LOVING FREELY…
May I love you
Unafraid to be bound to you
Free from censors of broken whispers
That becomes harbingers of cold shivers
May I love freely my love
Unafraid to expose my naked bust
Knowing that in you lies my trust
Encased in the warm embrace of your love.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 5 Freedom
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It started in just a second,
‘Cos that’s what he reckons.
He met her at a function,
Yes it was a luncheon.
In milliseconds their eyes clung,
He felt the air leave his lungs.
He knew that she was the one,
The sizzle she felt was no pun.
It’s been Forty years strong,
And they are still going on.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101 – Day 4 – Seconds
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They thought they had all the time
With vigour they dilly-dallied overtime
Bright eyes and dashing red lipsticks, they wined and dined
Brawny sinews and husky tones, they were in their prime
They enjoyed lots of downtime
Some simply left it all to sometime
And kept saying in the meantime
Lets have fun ‘cos it’s Summertime
Tick Tock, Tick Tock goes the passage of time.
Seconds to minutes, to hours and to days
The days rolled by and turned into years
Time flew by and they were in tears
There was no going back in arrears
Anticipation gave birth to perspiration
Relaxation gave way to vexation
It was now more than halftime
This game does not allow a second time
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, time was nearly gone.
They struggled to earn a dime
Indeed it was a stiff climb
Some turned to a quick hand of crime
While a whole lot started to whine
Some felt that life was simply slime
And sacrificed their peacetime
While some made juice with their lime
And simply had a good time
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, it’s a race against time
Now it’s past their springtime
No more room for sublime
Now its a game of full-time
There is no more prime-time
With the passage of years and all the time
Which they had lent for a long time to sometime
Who then gave it to procrastination every time
And he is renowned to be the biggest thief of time.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 4 – Second
Head long
He rushed along
Others were behind his tail
All competing at the same scale
Its survival of the fittest
As well as the fastest
Seconds is all it takes
To decide who bakes the cake.
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101 Day 4 – Seconds
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PILLOW TALK…
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My eyelashes fall in love with each other,
Irresistible romance, the lids draw together,
Until in gentle kiss they link…
…And fall asleep within a blink.
In a soft cocoon of pleasant dreams,
Where pillow hugs like a gentle stream,
And bed of sweet affection, I felt,
My body regains its needed health.
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A pat, A plump, A punch of pillow!
Where is my sleep; my eyes feel hollow!
The brain is drained, its down to zero;
Yet thoughts flit past just like a sparrow.
Alas! Sleep is won with quite a fight!
The bones so weary, they do so sigh;
The brain is fuzzy and the face a fright;
A battle of might, O what a night!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101, Day 3 – SLEEP
There lives a fair maiden
She has a sweet tooth
Carts full of sweet laden
She puts in her booth
Her eyes fill with twinkles
Her cheeks show their dimples
At thoughts of sweet sprinkles
She laughs with merry tinkles
A lick and a nibble, she sighs, Oh my,
This bite feels so right
It gives so much delight
Oh how I enjoy this, though it sits on my thighs.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Enjoy The Archies: You are my candy girl. My dad played this so much when I was just an itty-bitty little girl.
The Daily Post Prompt Pour some sugar on me.
What is your favorite sweet thing to eat? Bread pudding? Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies? A smooth and creamy piece of cheesecake? Tell us all about the anticipation and delight of eating your favorite dessert. Not into sweets? Tell us all about your weakness for that certain salty snack.
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I can see clearer now the fog is gone.
I can see a lot of silver linings newly borne.
They illuminate brighter than golden urns.
Blurred visions of scattered bones along my way,
Had distorted views to thing’s, I must say,
And had held me dismayed in their sway.
I saw the reflection of split personality,
Of inner difficulties and aspiring destiny,
Casting illusions on introspection of originality.
Many feet scattered in the rubble of times past,
Unbirthed, aborted, buried and dead at last.
I can see clearly now the ghosts are laid to rest.
Broken visions melded and better than the first.
Atop the ladder of scattered dreams and buried bones,
I glimpse the brighter vision reflected and renewed.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101 Poetry – Day 2, Reflections
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The air is so crispy
The birds are quite chirpy
The magic of nature abounds
As I imbibe all the sounds
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My quick strides grow shorter
My eyesight gets sharper
My senses soak in deeper
Pictures become magically wider
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The lady and her dog walk past
Bow-Wow says hello
The labourer offers a fleeting smile
And he works pretty fast
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So much floral blooms
And golden, droopy trees loom
Scented float of planted perfume
There is simply no room for gloom
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More barking dogs
The tinkle of calm waters
The men play a hand of golf
And a bird catches a grub
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A deep sense of satisfaction
Of peace I sense within
As the Sun peeks to say hello
I am happy to embrace me
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My passion has called
Now, no longer ignored
I hear the reverberations
Of the magic hidden within.
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Written during my morning walk.
Writing 101 – Day 1: Magic
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Around and around the weeks don’t last
Monday is here, in a blink floats past,
And Tuesday rolls in just as fast.
Quick fun fact:
It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. We dare you, give it a try!
It’s lovely to start the week and each day as much as we can with positive outlook. I find Leannenz Monday memes interesting.
Do have a beautiful week, awesome people.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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