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Madame Cecily…The resident in my head.

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I don’t think I’m very mad,
I just rehearse by talking to myself
and all the other voices
that have taken up residence
inside my head.
I make friends with them.

My latest resident is a mystery,
her name is ‘Madame Cecily.’
She loves dressing in deep rich colours
and laughs a little too loudly.
She’s full of wit and fiery independence,
her purse is full of surprises.

She’s not one for tepid tea
but stiff copious cups of warm brew.
Her caustic tongue makes grown men cry
yet her bosom has put many to rest.
She’s not one to suffer fools
but her humour brings tears to the eyes.

She ran Miss Flighty into a corner
and flirts endlessly with Beau,
told Lady Dampers a few home truths,
and Lord Lugard, she called a bombastic fool.
She told me that I was too eager to please
I certainly wasn’t too pleased with her.

With a twinkle in her mischievous, knowing eyes,
and full lips curved in a naughty smile,
now she sashays down a passage in my head,
humming a ditty and saying unequivocally,
‘Loosen up my dear. Live loud and well darling’
‘Cos life is too short and just a dream.’

© 2018 Jacqueline

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Rivers Of Blood…

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Rivers of pain

swim deep in her eyes

each droplet of tear

a raw testimony of anguish

that words fail to capture.

 

Rivers of blood

flow down her tributaries

for every slain soul

a Country torn with genocide

bloodletting too much to comprehend

 

Mountains of prayers

offered up

Chineke, Kabiyesi, Jehovah

forgive us

Mercy we seek, solace we plead.

©

Jacqueline

My home Country Nigeria groans in pain under poor leadership. When evil men occupy spaces where they shouldn’t, strife and anarchy reign supreme. The sufferings and gnashing of teeth of Nigerian indigenes keeps multiplying by the day due to the recycling of avaricious, deeply corrupt, mean-spirited and small-minded old politicians. I pray for the revival of my Nation. I pray for a revolution and restoration.

 

 

 

Loving My Enemy…

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Who is my enemy?

I ask myself;

If I called someone else,

it’s an error in judgement.

With deeper introspection,

it’s a hard truth

that my biggest enemy

has always been me.

I need to fall

boldy in love again

reclaiming my authentic self

with no holds barred.

© 2018 Jacqueline

Empty and Hollow…Streams of Consciousness Saturday

His words sound hollow,
filled with empty promises
that he never meant to fulfil.

Her eye’s look empty,
they have no life in them
life has beaten her hollow.

They make quite a couple,
she holds on to his empty words,
he digs extra holes in her hollow state.

This poem sprang to mind once I saw Linda’s prompt for today ’empty/hollow.’ It stole through the quagmire of thoughts battling for position in my head. Maybe this is a mirror of how I feel lately, empty and hollowed out? I can’t even make precise sense of this poem ‘cos most times my poem has a story behind it.

Have a good weekend peeps.

Jacqueline