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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
None of us is shallow. Many have simply not learnt how to use their shovel. Jacqueline
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I searched for upliftment outside
I saw bits and pieces of it
I saw greedy people grabbing
and holding on to more than they needed
I searched for upliftment within
I saw a bottomless portion
I saw gifts that keep giving
that can be shared with everyone else.
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Jacqueline
Mama said to him,
she’s not for you son,
loyalty is not in her bones.
Papa said to him, son,
she’s a good sight for sore eyes,
you’ve got taste my boy.
Well, mama was right.
She totally cleaned him out
and made his heart sore.
© 2018 Jacqueline
Here are the beautiful ones.
Hidden in the shadows of the glittery ones,
many times they’ve been broken,
and unevenly patched by the potter’s hands,
yet their value is priceless.
This is about us. Many are broken. Many are hurting. Many have forgotten their true worth. Many are clinging to past mistakes and allowing them to dictate their present circumstance. Many hold on to their pain and weave unforgiveness into their soul. They forget to put down their burden at the Masters’ feet not knowing that in the potters’ hands, their broken pieces are gathered, refined and made far better than the original piece. Just like the Japanese practice of golden joinery ‘Kintsugi,’ – when something has suffered damage and has a history, it becomes more beautiful. No one is ever too broken to be fixed.
Come to me all you who labour and are heavy laden and I will grant you rest. Matthew: 11: 28 – 29
My life is an ancient library
with time-worn tedious steps to climb;
inside are dark cavernous spaces
with old precious books of fine writing
but yet, there are still many plain pages
waiting to be written on.
©
Jacqueline
#itsneverdonetillitsdone, #unfinishedbusiness #aniconinthemaking #makingofamasterpiece
With each engraved wrinkle
that time etched on
she lost her youthful looks
but never her twinkle.
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Her beauty’s matured
as her heart’s nurtured
the canvas of lines of time
stories of a precious lifetime.
Our beauty stays with us irrespective of how old and wrinkled we become. We only become a much more beautiful and limited edition 😉
you cut my tongue
took it to the morgue
to stifle my words;
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you chopped my fingers
burnt them to cinders
to bridle my vigour;
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yet my thoughts
cease to staunch
from fluttering out
©
Jacqueline
Excerpt from my work-in-progress poetry book 3 – Check out Unbridled
By day,
she casts away
the burdens of her ordeal
through the flow of her ink
By night,
she goes back
to live her nightmare
in the silence of the dark
©
Jacqueline
Mama said to me, baby,
there comes a time when
you’ll tell your goat
to stop giving its milk for free,
‘cos a neighbour
used to getting free milk
will never purchase his own goat
instead, he’ll milk more to make cheese.
©
Jacqueline
I have learnt
to stop fighting
the darkness
that pervades me
Rather,
I light this
little light of mine
and walk through it.
©
Jacqueline
My mama said to me
“Baby, don’t look for others to lift you up,
‘cos you’ll be disappointed.”
“Rather, make your shoulders
strong enough to support others
and you’ll rise up with them.”
©
Jacqueline
An excerpt from my work-in-progress.
You can read my book, Unbridled on Kindle Unlimited for free.
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