He Loved Me Through It All…

December 15, 2015December 15, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha20 Comments

He loved me through it all
With every stumble, every fall
He simply made me stand tall
And loved me through it all

∴

Unfailing, whenever I call
He became my all in all
Even in sorrow of my own fault
Still he loved me through it all

∴

Though heaven and earth
May pass away
His promise to love I know for sure
That since he has called me his beloved
He will love me through it all.

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya” 🙂

Creative Writing · Family · Life · Love · Poetry/Poems · Writing 101

She Called Him Mine….

December 15, 2015December 15, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha26 Comments

They loved so much,

That a blind could see it.

The fruits of their love,

Was quite clear to me.

She called him mine,

And he called her Nkem,

Which also meant mine.

They were each others backbone,

One couldn’t go where

The other would not go.

And this way they stayed together,

From their youthfulness,

To their greying years.

Till death stole Mine away from Nkem.

Now, I watch my mother flounder,

Without my dad by her side.

♥

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya” 🙂

Creative Writing · Family · Life · Love · Personal story · Photographs · Poetry/Poems · Writing 101

I Thought That I Knew…

December 15, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha23 Comments

I heaved and panted.

With all my might,

I pushed.

Till I thought that,

Every vein within,

Would burst with pressure.

And I hated every moment,

Of such horrendous pain.

Wondering what was the gain?

Until I beheld the squalling bundles,

And their curious little eyes.

I felt their fist snatch tight,

And held my heart very fast.

The pain flew out of the window,

The light of the gain shone bright.

As I tumbled completely in love,

Without hindrance, I fell.

Realizing that I had no idea whatsoever

I thought I knew it before.

♥

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya” 🙂

Creative Writing · Family · Love · Poetry/Poems · Writing 101

Through His Iris…

December 15, 2015December 15, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha18 Comments

Dearly beloved,

We are gathered here…

And the rest of the word floated…

…Over my head

The thrum of blood in my veins slowed down to a sludge,

My heartbeats changing it’s tandem,

So as to echo yours,

A splash of fruity yet full bodied wine into the glinting flutes,

The clinking of cheers at the tips,

We imbibed our first sips,

Now bound together at the hips.

My eyes beheld and clung to yours,

In deep search for the echo of my thoughts.

In there a mirror of myself, I found,

Caught up in the warmth of your iris.

Days have come and gone,

The years have rolled on by,

Yet every time I gaze into those eyes,

They have stayed the same.

With the mirror of me,

Held in the warmth of your iris.

Writing 101, Day 7 Beloved

There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.

”Thank you Vijaya”

Creative Writing · Musings · Personal story · Poetry/Poems · Writing 101

Heaven Bound!…

December 14, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha10 Comments

Heaven lies in your hands.

Said the Teacher,

To the Bomber.

Don’t you want to get to heaven he asked?

Easy-peasy! He advised

Bomber listened with rapturous intent.

All you need to do today,

Is to kill everybody

Said Teacher

To Bomber

Heaven lay in his hands.

Time ticked away,

Voila! Heaven at last.

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Little rants · Poetry/Poems · Writing 101

You Need No Brains, My Beauty…

December 14, 2015December 14, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha18 Comments

You mustn’t worry your pretty head, my dear

Nor bother wearing out your little brain

With any intelligent reasoning

For you are a woman, my darling.

Women need no analytical thinking,

All you really need are your boobs and your rear ending.

For women don’t need to be intelligent,

All they need do is to look pretty.

A good cake of powder,

A tube of siren red lipstick,

A dash of pale blush,

A stroke of extra lashes,

A nice tush hugging little dress

And a pair of killer heels.

That should do the trick,

For your intelligence,

Is highly over-rated my dear.

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,

Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.

Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Poetry/Poems · Writing 101

MEN-O-PAUSE!…

December 14, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha15 Comments

It’s only men that have menopause

Which is why they always pause

They never seem to know for sure

Which always makes them immature.

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,

Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.

Creative Writing · Humor - Bellyful of laughter · Poetry/Poems · Writing 101

Two Birds And A President…

December 14, 2015 jacquelineobyikocha3 Comments

I have a bird in hand
It’s worth more than two birds in the bush
You have a bird in hand
It’s worth more than several birds in the bush
We have a bird in hand
It’s got to worth more than that President in the bush.

Writing 101, Day 6, Fallacy

From the illogical to the nonsensical, Day 6 invites you to explore Fallacy,

Courtesy of the devious @jdoublep.