Pots of Unrest…

February 3, 2018February 3, 2018 jacquelineobyikocha19 Comments

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I am always puzzled
at how some folks
delight in stirring pots of unrest
in the lives of others,
yet, they want to go home
and expect to have peace in their lives.

In my place, we say that
he who brings in an insect-infested log
has invited lizards for a feast.

The Western world
has benefitted immensely,
from destabilising and destroying Nations.
For Centuries they did and still do this,
but they complain about a handful of immigrants
fleeing the unrest caused by them.

Jacqueline

Poetry/Poems

Stifle…

February 1, 2018February 1, 2018 jacquelineobyikocha7 Comments

you cut my tongue

took it to the morgue

to stifle my words;

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you chopped my fingers

burnt them to cinders

to bridle my vigour;

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yet my thoughts

cease to staunch

from fluttering out

Jacqueline

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Poetry/Poems

Sharpshooter

February 1, 2018February 1, 2018 jacquelineobyikocha2 Comments

From his trigger loaded sharpshooting tongue
he shot dirty, vicious bullets
leaving behind a trail of anger, tears and snot.

Jacqueline

Family · Poetry/Poems

This Circle of Life…Personal

January 28, 2018 jacquelineobyikocha65 Comments

Tears leak from my eyes

as I watch your broken heart bleed

from the news that we all dread to receive

that a beloved one has passed on

I have no words enough to offer

that will mend the deep ache that you suffer

but I know that with time its sharpness will dull

with time you will smile again through the tears

In this circle of life, we dance in

never knowing whose turn to return it might be

but memories we gather of each other

to remind us when one is no longer there

My dearest Father-in-law just passed on, my husband aches.

I’m sharply reminded that our time apportioned to sojourn here is short. We must not tarry in seeking our purpose, finding peace, making beautiful memories and in living a life that would leave wonderful, indelible marks in the hearts of those who we love.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. Thomas Campbell

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Poetry/Poems · The Daily Post

I See Through You…

December 23, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha22 Comments

The veil before my eyes are torn,
now, I truly see your colours in high definition.

The thing is that you never hid them,
‘cos you let them show.

The fault is all mine,
‘cos I spent ages repainting you,

with the hope that my dabs of love
would soften the horridness,

but no amount of glitter I place on you
can hide your ugly sides;

now, I withdraw my paintbox,
I’m done with you.

#whenitsdoneitsdone, #stopsugarcoating, #sometimeswehurtourselves, #iseethroughyou

The Daily Post – Torn

Life · Poetry/Poems

This is Life…

December 15, 2017December 15, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha10 Comments

This is life,
a beautiful, dirty fighter.
filling your eyes with splendour
then punches you in the guts,
with a fist full of pain
that breaks invisible parts
you never knew you had.

This is life,
shaped like a beautiful city,
charming yet endowed with chaos
glitzy upper streets with ghettos to the side;
just when you thought things looked rosy
the stench of its rawness sucks the air out of you
leaving you gasping and watering your face.

Jacqueline

Poetry/Poems

Listen. Pause. Inhale…

December 15, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha9 Comments

Listen.

even the water
whispers your name

Pause.

thoughts of you
haunt my moments

Inhale.

you’re the legend
of my soul

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Life · Poetry/Poems · Social Issues

GET OUT ALIVE!

November 21, 2017 jacquelineobyikocha5 Comments

when she heard his voice
her heart leapt;
not for the joy of his presence,
but for fear
that his presence brought.

Jacqueline

‘Don’t die in silence. Domestic abuse should never be condoned. Get out alive.’

Staggering statistics show the rise in domestic violence. This could be your neighbour, your best friend, your coworker, your sibling, and so on. Don’t ignore it.