Posted in Horror and mystery, Life and Awareness, Love and romance, Nature, Syllabic poetry

Poetry of appreciation. #Womensday

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

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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…


Caught in the gray. A haiku and senryu garland

Caught in the gray. A haiku and senryu garland

my table is yours
this dream grows bigger when shared
the meal is better

Oh winter’s sunrise
you once taught the secrets of warmth
when love held plenty

Cyclical seasons
why won’t life spin as you do
to bring my love back

In the cold between
I cling to your phantom warmth
within our gray scarf

Oh winter’s sunset
replay our intimate times
thaw my loneliness

Linger in the gray
where transcient souls are moulded

I’m on a haiku spree. I hope you enjoy these next ones that I wrote on twitter yesterday.

Hope you enjoy. Don’t forget to follow me if you are on twitter. I have shorter writing I post there.

Blessed day and happy thanksgiving.

Posted in Horror and mystery, Syllabic poetry, weekly challenges

Dark lover #troiku #poetry

Too soon you were taken.
Too late did angels come
Too futile were my prayers
For only one could give you back
Only death!

Is there anything in this world more faithful than death?

Oh death come near me
ease thy relentless maraud
on autumn’s hallows

oh death come near me
come bestow thy eyeless gaze
faithful to a fault

ease thy relentless maraud
return my joy already taken
or love me forever

on autumn’s hallows
death returns you back to me
true love’s mimicry


The question of whether death is evil or benign may not really have an answer. By what laws it works, only it knows. Looking forward to your thoughts.

The troiku in bold is a form created by Chèvrefeuille.

This is for Colleen’s #tankatuesday this week.

For a little extra, my new twitter now live @JItakali

Stay safe everyone, Stay loving.

Invisible strings. The bonds we weave #poetry


It begins with a phrase that stirs the mind
eyes twinkle, mischief lingers on smiles
first strings of curiosity
When intrigue bewitches hearts
Instinct blindfolds reason
And puppeteers play
Till you’ve fallen
Dancing tunes
time once

thy soul
with caution
For desire, it
my bonds
to your fear
Connect us with

shake minds
while in hearts
emotions quake
Dams strung to control
For minds and hearts are tamed
but souls are meant to be free
they tag and groan against all strings
for they know what puppet love becomes…
– but a trickle of Waterfalls within


drifters out at sea
one afloat, other drowning
saving you, saves me


Hope you enjoy this. Looking forward to your thoughts.

I was really craving the ascending/descending syllables of an etheree(the two poems in bold). I wrote them with Reena’s #RXC and Sadje’s #whatdoyousee prompts in mind. The two verses in between the etheree are a poetry form called the lanturne, for Colleen’s #tankatuesday. Lastly, is an encore senryu for #Eugisweekly.

Stay safe everyone, Stay loving.