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A Love That Endures…

Life well-loved is a chosen treasure!

A singular shot to blissful existence!

Benefits we get with utmost pleasure!

He fortifies us with desired persistence!

When his face is sought with fervent endeavour!

Huge burdens becomes less of a pressure!

For he adorns us with unquantified favour!

Which takes us up to a higher measure!

God! Your peace is ever so soothing, your boundless love reassures!

Taking our misery to mirth, taking all our pain to gain!

Your faithfulness is forever as Your mercy endures!

The best gifts of life are all given free in the bargain!

Don’t be poor in spirit! Please cast off those chains!

Hurry! Do, come and join His Train!

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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In fulfillment of Writing 201 – Poetry Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

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Dear Madam Winter….

Snow goddess

Dear Madam Winter,

An appeal to your Bitter, Blustery Highness,
As your Icicled fingers of Frigid coldness,
Begins to drift in and it gets drafty,
Could we appeal to your Foggy, Frostbitten senses?
Could your Frozen Flurries and Freezing Rain be few?
We spend tons on Flus, Flannels and the Fireplace too!
Heating our Hearths to halt Hypothermia!
Expensive jackets, gloves, leggings, woolly mittens, caps, scarves and socks,
Long-Johns, Overcoats, Parkas and the entire shindig, cost a huge packet too!
White Christmas, Snowman and Ice skating is nice we know,
But Ma’am, we could do without your,
Foggy Overcast which forebodes Ice-storms and Hails!
We could survive without your Slippery Black Ice too!
We Turn Blue from the Huge Heaps of Knee-deep Snow on our doorsteps,
Where we are forced to Seek Cozy Comfort, to Bundle, to Hibernate and indulge in,
Copious cups of hot chocolate and Warm Soup,
Until your Dreary Frozen Highness,
Thaws from the Fingers of the Warming Sun!
Please, Your Frostbitten Excellency,
Do not get gusty and nip at my Chimney in annoyance,
I simply utter a shivery request!
Thank you, Your Chilliness.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In fulfillment of Writing 201 Poetry Day 9: Cold, Concrete Poetry, Epistrophe/Anaphora

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On Fiery Banks of Sand…

My view from a 45th floor at Dubai Marina

My view from a 45th floor at Dubai Marina

Though Dubai may sound like Mumbai,

In influence as well as affluence, different they are!

On feisty banks of fiery dynastic sands,

Mighty men bank dynastic dreams and hold their hands!

Where waves of heat, rolls down in sweat,

Here baked in the sand and down your hands!

Built on incessant backs of hardworking peasants,

Who faced from afar seem hard-paced and unpleasant!

Yet behind shrouds of bright coloured rags,

Are found bright eyes like yours and I!

Gigantic, architectural feats dots skyline for miles,

Every mile and feet spots your face in awe and smiles!

Houses are like daring sprouts, hugging the clouds with a lot of clout,

A twinkling feat and an attempt at tickling an Angels feet!

They flower so fast these beaming towers of concrete,

With crescents of moon carved into very fluorescent beam!

Beneath emissions of incandescent beauty,

Belies penchant for pedantic duty!

Flowing robes and thobes of white,

Slack beguiling robes of black and black,

Dots every spot, every crook and nook!

Dazzles and sparkles of gold to be sold

Beckon to you to come and behold!

A mix of the saintly saints and the saintly sinners,

The stoic-faced faces and the sunny-side faces,

A potpourri of cosmopolitan, metropolitan lifestyles

Mingle in this restless, sleepless city for miles and miles,

Resplendent in the banks of feisty, fiery miles of sand!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In fulfillment of Writing 201 Poetry – Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance

Random pictures in Dubai

Express Yourself…..

In response to The Daily Post Express Yourself

Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively

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Oh! I love to dance! Dancing can make a bad day seem good. You can’t dance and be angry. The two things don’t go together. Sometimes, I visualize myself as a background dancer to some nice music, but I guess that’s where the dream ends, except a team of us come together to form a band in our later years. You never know these things 😉

Oh! I love to sing and shake to the music while at it. All done in a loud voice too. I doubt if I will be winning talent shows or occupying the  Top 10 hits anytime soon, but seeing the fond smiles on my families face as I goof off is definitely worth a Grammy. I can lead a very rousing Praise and Worship you know! That must count for something.

Oh! I dabble in drawing and painting too. I am no Vincent van  Gogh but I do paint pretty flowers now and again and I doodle nonsense too 😄. I however, think my youngest brother ‘Ifesinachi Adrian’ is a fantastic artist! A few of his artwork are displayed below.

Another doodle! A flower I suppose :)

Another doodle! A flower I suppose 🙂

I was quite the mouth piece for my school in my Secondary/High school days. I represented the school in so many debates and was always a lead speaker. I haven’t done such exercise in recent times, just debating with my husband and children which is quite exerting, I must tell you.

Oh!  I have a  sister who sculpts as well. I enjoy watching her work, mess

My doodle. What do I call her?

My doodle. What do I call her?

around with her stuff and I get to be her art critic too. I must assure you that it’s not an easy job to be a critic.

Now, when we talk about writing, that is an entirely different kettle of fish. Writing is MY ABSOLUTELY favorite way of expressing myself. I write to think. I write to speak. I just write to live. If you took away writing from me, I really don’t want to imagine what I would do. Maybe scribble in the sand!

I don’t have to be an expert to enjoy doing those things that I love. Those things that make me laugh heartily. Those thing’s that tickles my soul in a positive way.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

 

TwISTED FaCES…Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus

eYES look.

Black eyes

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                                 Macabre their faces………………;Twisted faces

TwISteD……………;

Inwards turned out………………;

Outwards turned in………………..;

In goals of pursuance……………………;

Vapid, Vacuous, Rapid, Raucous…………….Faces;

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Enthused, Sick, Happy, Disjointed, Elated…………………….Faces;

TwiTsED FaCEs……………..;

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To all things see………………

Popping eyes

…………………To see all things!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In fulfillment of Writing 201 poetry – Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus

This poetry was constructed from bits and pieces of my articles scattered from WordPress to Facebook and Twitter.

The Famous Poem ‘My Mother’ by Ann Taylor

There I was thinking I had a holiday from Writing 201 this weekend, alas! Mr Ben Huberman says it ain’t so.

I guess Ann Taylor’s poem stuck in my mind because it was one of those poems that I learnt and recited as a child and coincidentally, as my young son was having a bit of allergic sniffles this weekend and being a bit irritable, the poem came back to me, since I sought ways to make him comfortable and ease his distress.

The line that stuck in my head is: ”When pain and sickness made me cry, who gazed upon my heavy eye?”

It is practically a self-explanatory poem. Enjoy remembering it with me. Kind regards

My Mother – Poem by Ann Taylor

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

In fulfillment of Writing 201 Poetry potluck for the weekend.

Have You Heard The News?..

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In response to The Daily Post prompt Connect the dots

Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

With the amount of distressing news that comes on once you turn on the Television, I limit my time spent on TV to the barest minimum each day and on some days, not at all!

Catching the headline news is done when my day is half gone, that way I keep sane and will not start my day with so much disheartening, depressive news.

I  equally refuse to listen to news before going to bed. It is bad for one’s health!

However, with respect to this prompt,  I turned on the TV and caught the tail end part of  possible strategy for combating ISIS.

The question posed was that with all the human atrocities that they commit, how come they maintain a  position of financial strength by selling oil illegally and purchasing ammunition from undisclosed sources?

What went through my mind as I listened was:

  1. Who are these Clandestine ISIS  customers?
  2. Who are  their shameless ammunition suppliers?
  3. How come the World powers that be,  lack the  intelligence to decipher who these entities are?
  4. Is it that the World powers know and yet they choose to play Possum or Ostrich?

I know that without being told that there are those who will forever capitalize on the sorry state of affairs that exists in the World to fatten their pockets through the loopholes of terrorism, but to what ends?

How much is it really worth trading on people’s lives ?

I think that these are some of the most miserable greedy humans on Earth!  Those who trade on human lives to line their pockets!

All the wealth acquired can never buy a true moment of peace!

We can only occupy a room at a time , drive a car at a time,  eat only so much and at the end of it all, we have a small 6-foot space in Mother Earth where we go from dust to dust and with NOTHING AT ALL! !

Sorry to sound so dour 😔!

That is what the news does to me at times.

Well, let me turn off the TV right now and look forward to brighter thing’s since I can’t solve all the  World’s problems!

A good evening to you all😊

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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