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My Wild Heart…

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My heart is wild

and too restless

to stay content

with insipid passion.

©

Jacqueline

Taking Notes…An emotional attachment

Journals, Taking Notes, Emotional Attachment, Diary

 

Pretty notepads are one of my favourite things. I indulge in going to a book or stationery store often and the way that I look at the journals for sale – each time with shiny eyes like a child let loose in a candy store – I visualise my words coming alive and filling up the notes.

I always carry a notepad and pen in my bag, maybe that’s why I like sizeable shoulder bags – hubby always teases me about lugging a bag full of wonders all over the place.

Ever since I became aware of my writing passion, I’m known to squeeze in a little notepad inside a dainty purse so that I can quickly scribble my observations at a dinner party, outing or wherever. It makes me feel like a professional sleuth. I know all about using gadgets and computers, but it just doesn’t feel the same to me as writing into my journals.

In so many years, I haven’t chucked out any of my notepads, except some weeks ago when I went to the mall with the children. After galloping through the shops, we sat down to eat and I left my notepad on the table to briefly use the ladies.

By the time I returned, horror of horrors, my notepad had gone missing! Unfortunately, the kids had excused themselves to use the washroom as well and it was left on the table for a whole five minutes.

I felt robbed and I literally interviewed everyone within the vicinity, but no one had seen my beautiful butterfly pink pad. For several days I was simply upset thinking of all the spur of the moment ideas that I had scribbled down and some unknown person was privy to my naked thoughts. Lesson learnt. Where ever I go, never leave notepad lying around again.

If and when we leave the UAE, I am going to find a way to smuggle my journals along with me – though I know my husband will query my sanity for paying excess luggage to carry dog-eared notepads along 😉

Sadly, I failed to keep those that I had during my much younger days because I’ve moved around quite a bit in my life and carrying them didn’t occur to me back then. I bet the notes written in them would have made an interesting read for me.

Do you have a journal passion? Earlier in the week, I read a post where a blogger shared her fear of someone stealing her notes and I could totally relate to that. I’d rather give away the clothes off my back than my journals.

Jacqueline

Featured Posts – Share Your Post Links.

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Today’s featured blogs are:

The end

A wonderful short poem that says much. Never stop telling the stories.

The power of perspective

Perspective, perspective, perspective. You know what, I’m going to leave you to read this inspiring post yourself and just leave this quote below.

Furthermore, what you triumphantly overcome today, equips and enables you to help others tomorrow.

The beauty of being a young momma

Being a young mother almosts makes you feel like a superwoman 🙂

Passion

To follow your passion or not to follow it? Sometimes following your passion is not enough. Quite an insightful post.

Setting boundaries, not barriers

As women, we are constantly pushed and pulled in several directions as we strive to live up to the  ideas of other people and society; the freedom and growth comes when we release ourselves from this when we get “comfortable with being uncomfortable” as we address those internal issues and wounds that we have allowed to fester.

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These Feelings – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

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I could barely wait for the phone to ring.

Every beep of an SMS or tweet raised my anticipation and it plummeted again to disappointment.

Was he going to call or not; ever? I wasn’t sure.

Is this what they call love at first sight, or is it just plain lust?

I’ve never felt like this before; the rubbery legs, butterfly-filled stomach, racing heart, throbbing thighs and many unidentified emotions, I don’t know, but I’m waiting.

©Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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Burning Passion…

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His ardour consumed him

as he urged her to push forward.

To gain better traction of the slippery route,

he dug his heels into her sides,

holding her firmly with masterful hands.

With eyes glazed in purpose and passionate zeal,

 they forged ahead,

man and beast in one fluid movement,

as they rushed victorious to the finish line.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Passionate – The Daily Post

The Buddha In The Garden – A click a day

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I made a brief stop yesterday to buy Aloe Vera plant at this garden that I discovered and lo presto my wandering feet came across him as he sat in peaceful repose. Of course, I couldn’t resist a click and several more for the road 🙂

Have you taken a photo today? What’s it all about?

Jacqueline

P.S. Our monthly Meet and Greet/Blog Party comes up this weekend Sat 27th/Sun 28th August. Hope to see you there.


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Work, work, work – Everyday beautiful people 82

“The only way to do great work is to love what you do.” Steve Job

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I heard loud, consistent thumping sounds on the window and when I could no longer ignore it, I had to have a look.

It was startling to find this fellow dangling on a rope, with pails and gallons and washing windows, 34 floors up in the air.

For several minutes, I watched as he worked efficiently and even carried on a conversation with his colleague who was a few feet away from him – unfortunately, I couldn’t get a photo of the second guy.

I was green around the gills just watching him and can never imagine what that must be like. Some jobs do require lots of gumption.


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Wonderful, evocative poetry by a talented writer. Left me hungry for more. Jacqueline can write! Linda Bethea

Out of the silent breath

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Hot Passion…

 

They stole glances at each other
a lump formed in her throat
as she admired his rippling muscles
and warmth pooled in her belly
when he winked at her.

***

Their love was growing wild
on forbidden ground,
even when they knew that they should be apart
She, a freeborn daughter of the manor
He, a slave from the other side of the Sea.

Forbidden

© 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.

Stars, Five Stars, Logo, Icon, Symbol, Five, Rating

Wonderful, evocative poetry by a talented writer. Left me hungry for more. Jacqueline can write! Linda Bethea

Out of the silent breath

If you enjoy my works and would like to do so, you can fuel my creativity with a slice of cake or coffee😉

Poisonous Obsession…Writers Quote Wednesday

Chains, Caught, Psyche, Woman, Patient, Cry, Suffering

For this week’s Writers Quote Wednesday challenge, we have an interesting prompt ‘obsession.’

There are times I’ve questioned my reason for writing. Why am I so subsumed with this demanding mistress of mine? Could it be defined as an obsession?

….and I realize that to stop writing would be fatal! It’s like asking me to stop living. How will I speak when my voice is dimmed?

I can live with my irresistible passion, even if you call it an obsession, though I’ve written a poem about fatal obsession below.

“To be the object of someone’s obsession is horrible.” Tippi Hedren

They said their love was written in the stars
she reveled in her attractive man from Mars
he made her feel coveted like a prized possession
even when it became a smothering obsession
she excused it as the ultimate profession
of love, that turned fatal in slow progression.

From obsession to repression,
to recession and aggression…
a total mind game bent on suppression
to bring about her complete subservience
he pummelled her into manic depression
with his consistent intelligent oppression

His love became the poisonous dangling apple
that choked anyone who cared to take a nibble.

The End!


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

A ticket to Athens…

Bertha could hardly stop herself from preening in pride as the Mayor cut the tape for the new boating dock and the marble, torch statue that would be seen for miles and miles. It would blaze at night, welcoming all seafarers back to the safe harbour of their small fishing town of Little-Uptown.

Who would have thought that out of all the submitted landmark sculpture entries, that her O’Deon would be chosen? She was the cynosure of all eyes.

In a small town such as this, female artistry was hardly encouraged much less acknowledged but the new Mayor seemed more progressive.

Even when she was teased by mates for taking up sculpting classes that were male dominated, she hadn’t relented in her pursuit but learnt to ignore the snide comments like ‘Luv shouldn’t you be in the weaving class, you are in over your head,’ and the male guffaws that followed such wise-cracks.

Now the prize money is more than enough to buy her a ticket and tutelage in Athens, which had always been part of her dream.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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