Tag Archive | poems

Cleaned Out…

Sad man

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

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The Patched Ones…

 

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.

 

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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

 

Unfinished…

ancient, dated, books, poetry

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

Lines of Time…

old, beautiful, aging, life cycle

With each engraved wrinkle

that time etched on

she lost her youthful looks

but never her twinkle.

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 😉

Stifle…

Imagination, Creativity, Poems

you cut my tongue

 took it to the morgue

 to stifle my words;

you chopped my fingers

 burnt them to cinders

to bridle my vigour;

yet my thoughts

cease to staunch

from fluttering out

©

Jacqueline

Excerpt from my work-in-progress poetry book 3 – Check out Unbridled

What My Mama Said To Me…10

Wisdom, Mother Knows Best, Proverbs, Mother and Child

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

This piece is an excerpt from my work-in-progress.

You can read my book, Unbridled on Kindle Unlimited for free.

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