a cooking pot and twisted tales
Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
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The ghost of yesteryear said boo,
and I said whoo!
You don’t scare me no more,
you scrawny mongrel of deceitful past,
your pointy, bony, ugly fingers of accusation
don’t make you real,
for you are just a spectre of what was, what has died,
and what has been buried.
Begone! Oh ye bag of bony lies;
for the word says;
“that he who the son has set free, is free indeed”
Freedom is mine!
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
What if?
An innocuous question that had held me bound to the strictures of stifling memories, until I cut it’s ugly strings.
What if I fail?
What if I had done things differently?
What if the past was not as it is?
What if I hadn’t walked that path that evening?
What if the man hadn’t run into the road?
What if the babies had lived?
What if x,y,z and so much more?
The shoulda, woulda and coulda’s dance before the eyes like taunting pendulum until I seized it’s swaying string and cut it off.
We live in what if’s as if we really could have stopped what has passed with time – which we can’t!
Our what if’s become a cage, the jury and a judge, holding us prey to its sway and except we take away our eyes on that outdated swinging ball, we will remain in the land of wishful thinking and regret where nothing happens.
These innocuous words ‘what if’ aren’t my favourite two words, because it holds probabilities that tend to border on negativity.
Therefore, except the ‘what if’ connotes positivism, I’d rather drop it from my vocabulary and get on with life as it is.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: Start your post with a two-letter word. End it with a two-letter word for bonus points. I chose ‘what if.’
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.
Enchant me with your expressive eyes, that crinkles in laughter as you speak
that I may find myself ever caught between,
the reflections of your pupils and there shall I remain.
*an excerpt of my poem*
Sometimes bad experiences hold us captive more than we even know.
They subtly dictate and become the benchmark for our future exploits and endeavours, that we inadvertently shortchange our lives with experiences which are in the past.
As life is a culmination of experiences, we shouldn’t allow the mishaps of years gone by steal into our hope for the future, that’s simply the way the known and unknown enemy operates by reminding you of all the areas in your life where you failed so that you shouldn’t expect to succeed.
Even if you failed in so many things, there’s a chance that you’ll succeed in this one, if only you stay the course and stop looking at that old syllabus that didn’t quite work.
Below is my first 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.
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha’s poems portray images that stare us right in the face. Images of love, joy, death, pain, challenges, violation, and freedom. She writes in a language that’s rich in imagery, earthy, honest, vulnerable, yet full of the promise of hope, of loving and of Grace. A collection of light and dark soulful prose.
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