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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
With each engraved wrinkle
that time etched on
she lost her youthful looks
but never her twinkle.
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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 😉
Our silence sufficed. We thought that
if we didn’t talk about those micro things
that made us uncomfortable,
they would disappear.
So, we walked the fringes of invisibility.
Hiding our thoughts from fear and shame
hoping that no one notices
the tears running down our face.
Our silence became brooding anger.
Micro things became macro things
and in the fringe of invisibility, we plotted;
fueled by the stokes of little flames.
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Jacqueline
An Igbo proverb says, ‘when we overlook the small pot, it puts off the fire.’ Never underestimate the little things, for they can become the big things.
The Daily Post – micro
Mama always said to me, baby,
always search inwards first,
as deeply as you can bear to dig in;
‘cos most times
the answers we scurry around to find
lies latent within us.
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Jacqueline
Meandering through our days in pursuit of success
with ‘our hope’ the rudder that steers us along
Suddenly a rogue wave rocks our boat
and we lose our balance momentarily
We wonder if we should simply give in,
if we can ever set our rowing right
The fact is that with uncompromising faith in our focus
we can steer over, under and around the waves of life
although our movement may be staggered and messy
and success may look dim in our sight, it waits at the shore.
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My target was to come up with a poem using 7 days prompt words from Daily post. I almost abandoned ship, but glad I stuck to it and only 30 minutes later, I like the message that I derived from the compilation.
Mama said to me, baby,
you know that life might choose
to hand you unwanted baggage;
but
you can choose to stand tall,
straighten your shoulders
and carry them with elegance.
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Jacqueline
We cut the branches
where we once sat;
The foliage fell,
it became one with the Earth
there were no trees
there was no longer us.
©
Jacqueline
When I looked at you,
I searched for a flawed human,
but,
I found a beautiful soul.
©
Jacqueline
#seeingbeyondthesurface, #beautyisskindeep
Mama said to me, baby,
when you find yourself stuck in a deep hole
just look up and see how tall you are
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Jacqueline
Now and Again,
our paths cross Evil People,
and
you may often wonder
what ate their souls
but
the most frightening thing is;
that they look ordinary.
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Jacqueline
Please save your thoughts and prayers
for they no longer count
These empty thoughts and prayers
only exacerbates the mind
Please keep the gun barrels rolling
for they are worth more than children’s lives
Lives you proclaim to value in the womb
yet assaulted for the price of ridiculous guns
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Can you hear the silent cries of little children
hidden in cupboards, under desks and mortified in fear
There’s so much blood flowing freely
leaving stains that no one can ever mop up
Yet you stand on your podiums
and proclaim non-existent freedom and rights
where are the rights of these young ones
who can never go home anymore?
Jacqueline
#Americasomethingishorriblywrong
#Americayouarepathetic
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