sighs of solitude listen to conflict’s whispers reconciling depths some woes come from good intent rebirths that will never die
In the deep stillness, I ponder scars long etched in my blemishfree beginnings, healed yet forever barren. I ignore the itch of scabs that inflame with the lightest touch or slightest approach; a decay upon my soul. I think of trials past that left behind monuments of fear, conquest, and survival. I cannot change what festers within me. But the most beautiful flowers often bloom from decay.
Soul divinations beneath these troubled guises seeds longing to bloom when dreams and life commingle they know, Growth must beget growth
Book Candy Corner
The Necromancer’s daughter. A retelling of the legend of Kwan-yin, the Chinese Goddess of Mercy. Set in a winter world of dragons, intrigue, and magic, The Necromancer’s Daughter is a story about duty, defiance, cruelty, and sacrifice— an epic tale of compassion and deep abiding love where good and evil aren’t what they seem. By D. Wallace Peach
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…
In the midst of a hero and villain She contemplates a colourless whim In the gray she’s found no rewards Only aches from toeing lines She weighs ambivalence On slabs of regret Between echoes All answers Demand Choice
The unscratchable itch! Only another can relieve you But who, depends on you Your deeds lure them Your intentions harness karma Hope alone is futile For this thing you want requires faith And faith is tested Is strengthened Is nurtured So get up Maybe you can’t do it on your own But still, you must do
Book Candy Corner
Mama, me and Mother nature – By Eugenia Francie Hoffman. “This book relates to my childhood and takes place in the late forties through the sixties. It could be about anyone’s childhood during that time. I was a curious child, always wanting to know more, always wanting to create something and always busy with anything and everything, just like my mom and just like mother nature.”
With the addition of corners to my blog posts in yet another busy study-work-write… year, I think I can maintain my blog presence better than I did in 2022. The corners allow me to create quicker posts but still offer more to the reader.