Sometimes, you stumble across lovely poetry and as you read on, you simply find your fingers have a life of their own and are clicking and sharing it with the world. A pretty poem. All who’ve been healed, untouched and burned by hot, tepid and cold love will resonate! Elan Mudrow, thanks for sharing this piece. ~@JulietKego


Your lover’s voice sounds like water Pounding upon rocks Filled to the brim with Polemics and counterpoints Swift, stabbing, centered Overcoming your line of defense Which was a fake calmness….that…

Source: Lukewarm

#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 8 of 30. Verses by JulietKego: Panama Palava

Verses by JulietKego: Panama Palava
Fair strangers
our soul (or so tried)
and our sons;
brothers from our clan
knurled and minced
our muscled hearts
then drank up the blood
that flowed to give us life
fair and dark,
we cannot tell them apart
both raped our valleys
and pillaged our earths.
(C) Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido

#RandomMusings: Social Media Vacation, Tanking Economy and Finding Joy in Between…

Every once in a while I take a social media retreat. I reboot my social media platforms and start all over from the scratch to rebuild both my friends’ list and content. This period qualifies as one of my ‘once in a while.’ (Connect with me via email, phone, messenger etc.)

There’s a lot of economic hardship all over the land, and often this means more people flock to social media to escape the grind of reality. And it is easy for everyone to start pointing fingers, but that never solved anything. Please, be gentle with and empathetic towards people, most are dealing with different stressors, it just shows up join different ways. Be kind to yourself too. Both in the real and cyber-worlds.

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#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 6 of 30. Write a Poem about Food

Rather than write a poem, I choose to share a piece of prose about food. The very art and science of planting, nurturing, harvesting, preparing, cooking and eating food has always fascinated me. I’m an avid foodie and love to taste and connect with different cultures in the seductive tongues of their spices, grains, vegetables, fruits, meats, etc.

[The piece below was previously published for thanksgiving celebrations in Oct 2015].

There’s something magical about cooking for beloved family and friends. All the clanging of crockery, the loud clunking of pots and pans. The spices floating up our senses and all around the home.

The excited chatter of young and old voices, the sly and naughty peeks into the many pots, still cooking on the stove; tasting a sauce here, a piece of meat there, a still-warm piece of bread, fresh out of the oven.

The beautiful colours of mixed vegetables and herbs and fruits, a splendour to the sight, the aroma of the juices from turkey and chicken and goat meat and sirloin beef…bare hands marinading and infusing the herbs and spices.

And that moment, you realize everything will taste wonderful, not because of the spices but because you hold each person in your heart and you pour in oil and waters of love into each bowl, ech pot, each pan. This is not merely cooking. This is a feast of love, of thanks, a dance of the harvest…

A celebration of the Earth and the Heavens and the stars and the beings orbiting and inhabiting it. Food becomes the medium of love.

In the end, it simply is an opportunity to capture a moment of magic, where we all pause to say: LOVE is the sustenance, family and friends are the reason for being, and GOD is the source of it all. And how blessed are we to be connected to him!

So today, as I get lost in the magic of cooking and cleaning, I celebrate my ALIVENESS. We are here. We are alive. We are thankful. I am grateful for love, all the different flavours and colours of it, even when it doesn’t make sense.

And I am thankful for the chance we all get to dance with angels and gods. Love illuminates. Entrenches itself in us and opens us up to really see life and be extraordinary. Celebrating and thanking God for these inexplicable gifts…..

Now, someone please pass me the salt, let’s cook up a storm of love! ~ Cyber-hugs, ❤ Jules

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido


And now, our (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food, like David Ignatow’s “The Bagel”. Still not convinced? Perhaps these thirteen food poems will give you some inspiration. Happy writing!

#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 5 of 30. #125. Floetry by JulietKego: Her Tomatoes

Poems about Tomatoes NaPoWriMo Floetry by JulietKego

Sometimes, a toto tomato
is not a flaming reddish hue
because she is ripe
and ready for plucking…
Sometimes, she’s bleeding
from the inside
and it stains her life;
bruises her skin…

Her colours change
(like weathered ivory or fish
split open and bared,
punished by uncaring sons suns)

Her seeds darken
because of all the hungry,
dirty, harsh hands
that ywanked at her;
pricked, pierced
and fondled her,
into a forced,
rude ripening
of a dead awakening…

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido



And now, our (optional, as always) daily prompt! April is a time for planting things (at least where I am, in Washington DC – you may still be waiting for spring, or well into some other season!) At any rate, I’ve recently been paging through seed catalogs, many of which feature “heirloom” seeds with fabulous names. Consider the “Old Ivory Egg” tomato, the “Ozark Razorback” or “Fast Lady” cow-pea, “Neal’s Paymaster” dent corn, or the “Tongues of Fire” bush bean. Today, I challenge you to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of these garden rarities. To help you out, here are links to the Southern Exposure Seed Exchange and the Baker Creek Seed Company. Also, here’s a hint – tomatoes seem to be prime territory for elaborate names. And who knows, maybe you’ll even find something to plant in your garden! Happy writing!

#NaPoWriMo. Day 4 of 30 |#124. Floetry by JulietKego: Heart break (…in slow motion)

A Grave Conversation Floetry by JulietKego

Floetry by JulietKego:

#124. Heatbreak…. in slow motion.

Alone in April,
On a fool’s day
As spring ushers in
cold memories of winter
My hands reach for a decanter
my colourless brandy’s gone
And so are the whites

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