Space dangles freedom before the tired mind Yet hearts still incarcerate one’s will When desire haunts isolation And longing stifles healing They say to start within But it is in depth that yearning thrives The Empty That is full
Roots of a soulmate To be lost, yet ever claimed undying fealties
Tiny Treasure Corner
Fabulous Linguine with clam sauce by Eileen Slovak. I really hope to try this some day soon.
This dish brings me back to my roots, a small town in Rhode Island called Narragansett, where the ocean was only steps away. I was spoiled by the abundance of fresh seafood readily available. Boy do I miss it!
Linguine with clam Sauce by Eileen Slovak
This is an easy dish to make even if you don’t have access to fresh clams. But if you do, all the better. Gather your ingredients and let’s go!
The death of love’s doctrine Was a pain to behold We watched it fade in our children And wondered what signs we missed What lessons were mistaught For how could a Truth so strong it seemed eternal Wither to dream and fairytale Was it the dawn of self-love Misunderstood by many, though not all Awakening selfish trends Ambitions that overlooked compassion The Self at the expense of the bond For who said one cannot love oneself and still have love to spare for another
They tried to burn those words we hoped would guide them But the flames blew out For the winds of change Would not accept this change Love’s doctrine would survive.
An antic chandelier
From an age of mystics
Its crystals glisten
with light so soft it feels like starlight
and yet so loud
that when the wind gales
and the crystals chime
their voices wail
So flip that switch with caution
Lest you're trapped stargazing
Or rather, soul-gazing
For in perfection
we find the darkest secrets
Hey Everyone, Happy Women’s day. I don’t really need this day to appreciate women, but I do understand its significance to past achievements and the ongoing struggle for equality and mutual respect. I wrote these poems in the last ten days on my twitter (@JItakali), with no awareness that Women’s day was around the corner.
The lines of prose in bold are just wild ponderings and curiosities.
Beautiful faith That wholesomeness of purpose Soiled by disciples bereft of acceptance Can the universe be contained in one thought and one way If you open your mind You may see that your choice need not be mine
New believer Boots with an evangelist sheen Your way, or the highway.
Each person is unique and they deserve a choice. A choice that should be respected.
She holds him to his word If he tells, she leaves! It’s different for a man He’ll be exalted by peers While she, will be labelled pariah Their secret must bloom in shadow For with hearts already claimed they cherish an affair knowing their love can never be
Isn’t it odd that the harshest critics to polygamous/gypsy women are fellow women?Maybe the men just like an abundance of available women but I’m not sure.
When a loveless existence was the dread of virgin dreamers, death played along a ribcage stairwell, as if poised to reap souls and scythe the hearts of any who chose the lone way. Would we become sheep, Enduring much to adhere to custom? Killing dreams for this love perception
I have nothing against marriage but I hate seeing parents peddle this as a MUST accomplishment in life, often keeping their children, especially girls, in abusive marriages. People, the planet is already full. It’s about time having a family became optional. (this coming from a guy who wants to raise five daughters)
When love teaches by breaking The damsel sharpens her widow-maker and abandons the exuvia of dreams She savours love’s darker proclivities If you Obey She’ll grant your deepest fetish But just like love She blesses for a moment To curse for eternity
Just a bit of horror to highlight the darker powers of the fairer sex – purely entertainment.
Patient as night Soft as a breeze A pacific embrace And Neptunian depths of acceptance All she wants is you The way you are- furrow and crease But deep down you know- She deserves more
her tropical love an evergreen rainforest I’m inadequate
And a bit of the woman’s powers of light – though I think this is changing. Queens want ‘what they desrve.’
On the flipside of pain her hands stroked his dirty pages Arousing the other side She reached into his darkness Tormenting passion’s dead lagoon- with a storm’s caress Her tears fell like freckled rain glimmering with light Their stories mingled Bursting into new beginnings
Book Candy Corner
A collection of short stories where dreams and nightmares co-exist.
Nestled inside these pages, you’ll meet a couple in their golden years who take a trip with an unexpected detour, a boy desperate to give his brother the Christmas gift he asked for, a girl with a small glass dragon who is at the mercy of her cruel uncles, or a young mother who has the same dream about murder. You’ll be introduced to worlds where people get second chances and monsters might be allowed their desires while angels and dragons try to help. Happy endings occur, but perspective can blur the line between good and evil in these twenty-seven tales. Since the stories vary between 99 to 12k words, whether you have only five minutes or an entire evening to settle into reading, there is something that will suit your time and taste.
Hope you enjoy, Happy Women’s day. I’m always writing these short poems on my twitter. Feel free to follow me and engage @JItakali. Looking forward to your thoughts on any or all poems, and how about that Book Candy Corner…
I live in a world of gods but they are silent A lifetime of worship, devotion, and sacrifice yet they deny me this one boon They deny me you
Come back, my love…
A semblance of power pulses all around us I reach for it, delve into the alchemy of the great mother and preserve you in a stasis of aching beauty but it is not enough The gods hoard all the rest And I need you, my sunrise
In a world without gods, our wills stir the cosmos I reach into the infinite and touch the divine dispersions once denied me My chains are shattered I see your soul in the chaos that must not be disturbed But for you, my love Anything!
The flowers which sank an empire
grew on a land rich in minerals of mass destruction
They came with gifts and lies, masked in dreams
But this time we refused them
They said the weapons they'd make would protect the world
But mining them would leave our land in ruin
Our air would be fouled
Our waters, poisoned
So we refused them
When diplomacy failed, they attacked our culture
Not long afterwards, their ships landed on our shores
And all we had were flowers
But this time, the world was watching
And one way or the other, these flowers would sink an empire
I feel I must disclaim that both the tales in this post are works of fiction and explored perspective and are not in any way intended to offend. Discussions are very welcome.
So I glimpsed a wayward soul Hot and cold it summoned me A promise that we’d be whole We sought love’s rising tides We hoped to weather its storms
But the Lovers’ creed was cruel An adventure riddled with risk Where tides rose to fill our gaping needs Only to leave them wider
In the eye of storm where soulmates dwell and lone hearts roam I am surrounded by bittersweet pain For even love must have balance Must have an anti-love
So I glimpse that wayward soul from a distance For its beauty For its promise For its resilience And I know that once more I will hearken to love’s call Resigned to what awaits me…
Oh this land of loving sun! where light wakes in song and dancers bewitch shy moons Sweet Savannah love
Aiyeee Aiyeee! we bellow This need cannot hide When love sings upon the wind Lions sleep that night
The grass whispers our yearning Secrets in the glade The leopard won’t change its spots So too our promise of true Savannah love!
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For #TankaTuesday this week, we were given a specific form chosen by Reena. The Kouta’s themes reflect ordinary life and often use colloquialisms and onomatopoeia. The most popular are love songs.
Kouta is a Japanese syllabic form perfect for traditional or hometown/village poetry. I hope you enjoy. Follow the tankatuesday link above to see the guidelines for writing it. Looking forward to your thoughts.
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