Tag Archive | Poetry

You Can! End of Story.

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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

 

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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

Naive…

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she laughs
at the naivety
and the smallness
of their minds

they think that
vampires only walk
and feed
in the dark

in broad daylight
these beautiful monsters
blend seamlessly
into the crowd

© 2018 Jacqueline

We shouldn’t be shocked when government administrations do things that are reprehensible even in the name of God. When the handwriting is on the wall and we choose to close our eyes to the signs, we simply unleash wickedness in high places. When you vote, vote with your conscience. Search your heart for the truth.

The Gatecrashers…

As I think of Kate Spade, my mind goes to this poem that I wrote which can be found in my poetry book Unbridled.’ You can read Unbridled for free. 

 

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The Gatecrashers

Uninvited, they arrive. I smell them from miles away.

Their radar zeros into the crowd, they steal in to join the happy gang.

Their presence disturbs and stifles, like thieves, they are up to no good.

Planting themselves on both sides like guards, the silent battle of my mind begins.

My other self, the invisible one vacates in a hurry to watch them from the other side

‘Do they know your secrets?’ depression asks in its know-it-all voice.

‘I bet you wouldn’t be the belle of the ball if they knew,’ loneliness opines.

Lips crack a smile, false laughter rings in the room,

intelligent conversation over glasses of wine;

breezy kisses blown into the air of cheek sides,

troubles forgotten maybe till tomorrow or less;

We do know how to throw great parties,

our mannequin faces caked in powder

I count minutes before it’s alright to escape;

With depression and loneliness dogging each step I take,

making such ruckus as we jostle out of the room.

© 2018 Jacqueline

Mental illness and depression is no respecter of persons and knows no boundaries. It is a silent killer and fast becoming an epidemic. An insidious illness that robs the sufferer of so much. We must stop the stigma. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We must keep talking and keep the channels of listening open. Please take care of yourself and each other.

#RIP Kate #How are you feeling? #It’s okay to ask for help

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Luscious…

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The maiden became the moon
lusciously ripe and full
her orbs spilt out of their confines

dark skin shiny, inviting and captivating

Intoxicating scents of the flower bushes
mingled with her fragrance of coconut and jasmine
filtering through the dark waves of night

causing him to pause at the mere sight

Bangles jingle as she dances bare feet
on the dewy grass of the valley
exultant and at ease with herself

undulating hips moved to her rhythm

Waist beads nestled low flashed with every step
the stirring in his loins as impure as his thoughts
and to have her as his own

perhaps, the greatest desire of his life.

©

Jacqueline

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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