Midnight motivation and musings

Midnight Motivations and Musings #103

Inspiring others

Each awakening moment of our lives offers us two main choices.

A choice on how to  treat and relate to others and a choice on how to treat ourselves.

Think about it for a moment and you will realise that everything we do is centred on these two main player’s; ourselves and others.

I’ve found that a bid to make a positive impact on other people’s lives never leaves the giver empty handed. In caring for others, we inadvertently care for ourselves.

The rewards are life changing and sometimes beyond your expectations.

May the lamp that  you carry not only cast light on your path. Let its flickers offer some brightness to those you encounter on your way.

Shalom!

Jacqueline


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“Beautiful Poetry of Life and Love.” Amanda

Out of the silent breath

 

Blog-hopping · Networking · Online Blog Party

We’ve got a date…You and I 👡👔🎶🎤🍰🍡☕

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It’s a blog party this weekend 28/29th May

Join the meet, greet and mingle train.

It’s always fun and full of awesome folks.

We would like to meet you; oldie, newbie, in-between etc.

It’s an opportunity to connect with new people.

Let’s make it a good one.

Please share and share alike.  reblog, tweet, Facebook, google +….

The more the merrier 🙂

P.S. I’m taking suggestions for music…smooth jazz, old jams, name it 😉

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Dreamy memories of dreamy moments,

of wondrous yearnings and many birthing,

as we clung to each other

excluding any other,

basking in the warmth of our own dew drops

glowing from the aftermath of good love.

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*excerpts from my poem*

Family · food

Breakfast in bed…

My soul gives thanks
for the blessed hands
that prepared this morning’s fare.
My children felt that their mommy
deserved some breakfast in bed.
Some greasy eggs and diced sausages
they whipped into an omelette.
I ain’t complaining, greasy or not
it’s certainly delicious 😊
A handful of grapes
Some toasted bread
a dab of cheese and tea
now my tummy is all ecstatic
mommy is thinking poetic.

Breakfast in bed


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Eyes full of resplendent thoughts,

I watched a butterfly flit around

from a petal to another like a true flirt,

not too sure on which one to settle.

It’s an appetite inducing exercise to listen raptly,

I dug into the sizzling barbecue with a sigh of pleasure.

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*an extract from my poem*

Midnight motivation and musings

Midnight Motivation and Musings 83

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In today’s World where the spirit of entitlement seems to have pervaded the fabric of society, we tend to find people are becoming more and more self-centred in their needs.

Yet, the selfish tendencies haven’t made anyone happier.

As a matter of fact, with all the concerted and misunderstood love of self, ‘my way or no way,’ society is by far, more ill and miserable than ever.

The concept of self-love now translates into whatever makes someone happy, it doesn’t matter who gets run over.

Sometimes, you wonder what happened to courtesy, hard work, self-respect, neighbourliness and regards for others.


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Never leave me lonely on these shores

Where no one knows me

Where I stare at strange forms

Trying to find you somewhere there in their midst.

Hope · Life · Midnight motivation and musings · Self Help

Midnight Motivations and Musings # 78

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Now and again, I read articles that people write or listen to people where they sound as if there’s nothing good about their lives.

I have been privy to desperate cries of help and despair, but what saddens me is not the desperation, what saddens me is when the despairing soul feels so hopeless that they’ve given up hope on themselves, that no amount of counsel and reasoning seems to penetrate.

No one is guaranteed a breezy life that’s not laden with struggles, for it’s out of our tests that we obtain our testimonies.

The truth is that no one can walk through individual tribulations for another. No two people have the same mantle or message, but what they can do is to hold your hand while you wade through the mess.

Sometimes, you may not even be fortunate to find someone to hold on to. You hold on to God. He’s the ultimate fortress, refuge and present help in the time of need.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Brand me whole as only you can

That the entire score of me

Knows nothing but the fullness of you.

Family · Personal · Photographs

To my child of promise…

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Your legs are stretching longer

each day extra inches are added

as you gallop out of cradle-hood

into the years of boyhood.

I marvel at the speed of time

so fast, you’ve already turned nine

tears prick my eyes in wistful thoughts

as I go back through the years.

Through the years of your babyhood

holding on to mama’s hands

you are always close

hugging and dogging her footsteps.

You, my greatest cheerleader

my fiercely protective one

my loving support

my son and my friend.

You are always quick to notice my looks

never failing to pay heartwarming compliments

“you look beautiful mama, the bestest mother ever,                                                                                      

 I love you to the moon and back always,” and indeed you do.

My Chiemerigo – The Lord has won                                                                                                                

you are a beautiful child through and through

a generous, kind soul and considerate one

your earnest eyes are eager to help me

and quick to forgive and apologize

My child of promise

you’ve promised me everything under the Sun

your words “I’ll always take care of you, mama,” which are older than your days, never fails to

make my heart expand in love and                                                                                                                  

makes me wonder at the wisdom bestowed to such a young one

May the arching rainbows of your life remain vivid and bright

may the Lord’s lamp remain at your feet and direct your steps.

His Grace and Mercy shall never depart from you

as you journey through life, the Lord will uphold you.

He will surround you and will remain your right hand.

To my Child of Promise,

your days are blessed.                                                                                                                                        

Today as you turn nine, I give God all the glory.

Happy birthday my boy.

I love you to the moon and back, if not further.

Love, Mama

Ikenna[1]

Everyday People · Family · Humans · Life

Have a bite…Every day beautiful people #38

“If you knew what I know about the power of giving, you would not let a single meal pass without sharing it in some way.” BUDDHA

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I enjoyed watching the lady take morsels from a tray and give the man standing in front of her whom I presume is her husband and a younger gentleman, possibly her son.

She reminded me of my mother and the lesson that when we share, we always have enough 🙂

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.

Out of the silent breath

Brand me whole as only you can

That the entire score of me

Knows nothing but the fullness of you.

Lifestyle · Midnight motivation and musings · Self Help

Midnight Motivations and Musings # 71

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When we take a moment to think of the fact that the days of our lives are truly short, we should also take the moment to reflect on how we can live a more purposeful life.

If you are blessed to get to 90 years, that’s just 32,850 days. Viewed from the point of days, it’s not that long so each day spent counts.

Each day’s decision to live happy, to live well, to live and make positive impacts no matter how small, to live unselfishly matters….

It is these decisions that should shape our lives and not the decisions that we failed to make.

Live, Love, Be Happy!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Featured Blogs · Uncategorized

Featured Posts 28…Let me share your post links.

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‘PLEASE KEEP SENDING IN THE LINKS.’

Today’s featured blogs are:

Pranabaxom I enjoy reading Pranabaxom’s written words. An excerpt of the about page reads ‘I open my mind to the world.  Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy.  I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of this sunshine with my readers.’ Go check it out.

I am: I could like this poem so many times over. It speaks to you and gives you joy. Do check it out.

Lightheaded:  let me introduce you to Nancy Thorton whose journey of creating a new life after retiring has become an exciting one at 8,200 feet. In her words: ‘I’ve made a life for myself with words. from the first poem I penned in second grade about puppies to selling some of the  world’s most comfortable shoes.  through all those years I had teachers, editors, account people, clients even clients’ wives telling me how to make my copy better. and on occasion they were right.’

Tell Me:  ‘Blindfolded, Sarn could see nothing except the perpetual green glow of his eyes since their light was also trapped inside that light-tight fabric strip.

Yesterday, my son had a surprise for me and they made me cover my eyes and walk while he held my hand. I liked the idea of the surprise but didn’t quite trust that I wouldn’t hit my head before getting there.

Now, I can imagine how Sarn must have felt and in his own case, his life was endangered. Melinda keeps weaving a thick, suspenseful plot.


‘Do you want more eyes on your words?’
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.

Well then, add your LINK INTO THIS LOOP.

P.S. Comments are disabled here to keep the loop tidy. Any comments or link you want to send can be added through the link in the post.

Thank you for your understanding and regards.

‘We create a cohesive community when we come together.’

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Fiction · Personal · Poetry/Poems

Dear Husband Of Mine… personal

Sometimes, I keep quiet
Searching for the words
To say that I love you.

Sometimes, my heart combusts
With the fullness
Of knowing you.

Sometimes, I doubt if word’s
Can really say
What I feel for you.

These times,
I utter words of thanks
To God who brought you to me.

Sometimes, I love you
Seems to be so small
A word for what you mean to me.

You mean the World
And so much beyond
My husband. You are a good man.

This time
I can’t keep quiet
But shout it from the rooftops.

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha