Tag Archive | Poetry

The numbers…

Sep20

These are
the number of kisses that we’ve had
the little dinners we have held
the evening walks on Tuesday’s end
the glorious sunsets around the bend

These are
the number of laughter we have shared
the times our silence has been paired
the million tiny tales we’ve told
the times you held me when I cried

These are
the moments we lived as we foretold
the times that slipped and went untold
the many nights our eyes went unslept
the promises made and yet unkept

These are…

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Peeking Into The Future…

Aug9

Do you often wish,

that the future ahead,

you could surely foretell;

knowing every step?

Ω

I stare at the tea leaves

willing it to reveal its secrets, 

I swirl my cup gingerly

but nothing comes up.

ℜ

I am not a psychic

waiting on tea leaves to tell secrets,

I possess no crystal ball

to peek and tell the future.

Σ

What would life be

if everything is known?

For the fun of living

is to unwrap each day.

©

2018 Jacqueline

Let me ask a pertinent question, have you ever had your tea leaves or coffee grounds read for you? I am curious.

Travesty…

Aug7

when leaders stole a Nation
from under its feet
they said it would make us great
like we have never known before

but we sat down
and we drank wine
forgetting to weep in our cups
and mourn our loss

they sold our land
for shillings for their pockets
heritage given to men
who held them by the balls

bereft, we are left adrift
‘cos travesty besieges us;
for we were sold falsehood
and promises that leak like a basket

© 2018 Jacqueline

Her Butterflies…

Jul30

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Her first love,
he gave her a butterfly,
a beautiful, iridescent thing
stuck in a jam jar

Her second love,
he took away the butterfly,
sold it for a nickel,
and left her a fist in the face

Her third love,
he gave her many butterflies
etched in pretty coloured ink,
they lived free on her backside.

©

Jacqueline

Hold It…

Jul22

Dew Drop

hold each day

like a tiny precious dew-drop of water,

gathered on the tip of a petal,

admire her round shape,

for once she rolls into the dust

its gone and indeed lost.

…

hold each day

by its precious graceful moments,

savour each hour,

never let it go sour,

for once you let moments escape

time lost can’t be caught in videotape

©

Jacqueline

 

You Can! End of Story.

Jul9

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Don’t give doubt a welcoming chair

‘cos he’s a sweet talker.

He will overstay his welcome,

and tell you all the things

that you cannot do;

just to convince you

to dig up the seeds

that you planted in faith.

©

Jacqueline

 

Madame Cecily…The resident in my head.

Jul4

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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