What do you think?
Is it better not knowing the ugly truth and pretending it doesn’t exist?
Or, is it better to confront the naked truth, knowing that its knowledge may be an albatross that you carry around forever?
Tag: Questions
Curiosity…Every day beautiful people #54
CURIOSITY. “Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton asked why.” Bernard Baruch
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The desire to know arouses the interest of discovery. He kept peering closely at me as I fiddled with my camera, keeping me company for a lil’ bit while I explained what I was doing to him.
I told him that I was equally as curious as he is 🙂
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Below is my first Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
Mesmerize me with the harmonious flow of your words,
that drops from your pale glossy lips.
That I may drink in each syllable,
to nourish and satisfy the deep yearn within.
What if?…Streams of Consciousness Saturday.
What if?
An innocuous question that had held me bound to the strictures of stifling memories, until I cut it’s ugly strings.
What if I fail?
What if I had done things differently?
What if the past was not as it is?
What if I hadn’t walked that path that evening?
What if the man hadn’t run into the road?
What if the babies had lived?
What if x,y,z and so much more?
The shoulda, woulda and coulda’s dance before the eyes like taunting pendulum until I seized it’s swaying string and cut it off.
We live in what if’s as if we really could have stopped what has passed with time – which we can’t!
Our what if’s become a cage, the jury and a judge, holding us prey to its sway and except we take away our eyes on that outdated swinging ball, we will remain in the land of wishful thinking and regret where nothing happens.
These innocuous words ‘what if’ aren’t my favourite two words, because it holds probabilities that tend to border on negativity.
Therefore, except the ‘what if’ connotes positivism, I’d rather drop it from my vocabulary and get on with life as it is.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: Start your post with a two-letter word. End it with a two-letter word for bonus points. I chose ‘what if.’
Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
Enchant me with your expressive eyes, that crinkles in laughter as you speak
that I may find myself ever caught between,
the reflections of your pupils and there shall I remain.
*an excerpt of my poem*
What’s in the bag?..
Mundane Monday challenge is created to find beauty in almost everything.
The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.
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Found on an offbeat track, it was sheer will that made me resist untieing the bag to see what was inside, but I couldn’t resist stepping on it with my trainers on my feet to get a feel. Was soft and squishy, heightened my sense of curiousity.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
A poem submitted by James Patmore.
If I was an arrow, what would I hit?
Would I kill the beast or fall short
Would the string be pulled to guide me straight?
Or would I break in the fall?
If I was a tree where would I stand?
My supports the ground, yet it’s all just sand
My roots grow down to try and keep
Me from falling, into the deep
If I was a song, would I be sung, If I was a story would I be read?
If I follow the line the world chose for me, would I be truly safe and free?
Or when I have my dying breath, would all I trust be for nought
On this earth, I now stand
My path I must choose
The guide I pick will either lead me home
Or torment me when I’m in the deep
If I was a rose, would I be proud
My colours glowing my petals open
Or would I whither and fade away
To join the litter on the ground.
If I was a cloud,
where would I go
would I cause rain, cause the snow
Or in the pushing winds float far away
Until at last I fade
By myself I am weak,
I have no strength inside of me
Its strength in the Lord keeps me going
He’s my bowman, he’s my roots
If I was a rose, I’d chose to open
Displaying his colours for the world to see.
Poetry credit: James Patmore
The Answer Blows in the Wind…
Here I often sit and ponder,
As the days go by,
The rising and setting sun,
So quickly passing by,
Where yonder shall tomorrow find me?
It’s only God in heaven that knows!
For that answer my friend is blowing in the wind!
Will I mingle with the free?
Will I be among the living?
For these answers I do not know my friend,
For it is blowing in the wind!
Will I scribble to the delight of others?
Putting smiles and streaking hearts with joy?
For this I shall strive some more,
But the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind!
Shall I rock grand-babies on my bent knees?
Singing hush lullabies to darling little ears.
This I know not my friend,
For the answer is blowing in the wind!
Shall tomorrow meet me,
Sipping warm cocoa in my rocking chair,
Telling tales of days gone by?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind!
Yesterday is gone!
Tomorrow belongs to God!
My today is a present gift as I sit here!
Let me be happy, and have peace!
I shall leave tomorrow’s answer, to the blowing wind.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post prompt Six of one, half a dozen of the other
Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.
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