#FloetryByJulietKego: Warmth

Open up,
let me crawl
into the crevices
of your soul’s linnings

Gift me your warmth
from the fiery embers
of your sated spirit
a cold, cold world out there
sit with me in silence
cure my chattering
be ye a safe shelter
to my shattering storms

How you ahhmaze!
like a Rembrandt painting
found in a Salvation Army
(Okirika) thriftstore
today be the maze
let me lose my lies
and bury my cries
inside your solid walls

Turn on your inner light
illuminate my pathway
hold up life’s mirrors
and let me find my truth

(C) Juliet ‘Kego

#FloetryByJulietKego: A Night Out With The King.

An invitation to dine with the King?
With wonder we all fall on bended knees.
Here all that is of darkness flees
Bring out the box with a baguette diamond ring
We shall adorn ourselves to enter his holy place
Do we put on precious pearls and silken lace?
Do we bath ourselves in red rubies of fires?
Or in our stunning, sparkling sapphires?
Do we come with heavy hearts, bare and open?
With sealed souls now ready to heal and awaken?

#FloetrybyJulietKego: A Bouquet of Poems

Today,
I found a bouquet of Earth’s 7 poems
resting on my doorsteps
one for each layer of creation….

The air in Judea came alive
with perfumes of your poems
a hint of humble hibiscus,
giving, gazing gardenias,
wise, impish izoras,
thorny, red roses
fun, flirty lilies,
a wisp of zany zinnias,
and a lone, shy, smiling sunflower,
all laced up in a vase,
filled with the aromas
of your presence, Yeshua
I am Elizabeth,
John danced in joy in my womb
when you came visiting

#FloetryByJulietKego: Who are you walking with?

Who are you walking with?

Walk with someone whose memory

brings a shy smile to your lips (when they’re away)

One who makes you walk into a room

like you have an invisible crown on your head

who centres your gypsy spirit

who soothes your soul in any storm

one who makes you matter.

__________

Walk with one who celebrates you
who creates a waterfall deep in your being
(during a drought)

who makes you dance
even when an orchestra stops playing

who riles you yet makes forgiving so easy

be with the one who kisses you

with the sun’s golden rays

till you disappear into time

__________

Who holds your hands in a crowd

who heals your torn & worn out heart

be with the one who sees you without the lie

of a deformed world

one who gives you a sacred space

to be human, to stumble & rise

allows you room to embrace & gain mastery

over your shadows and bask in your light

__________

#121. Floetry by JulietKego: Palm Sunday

Beloved Isa,
When you entered our hearts
By way of Jerusalem, we knelt
by the roadside; laid down our palms…
Today, I am basking in the memories
of the eloquence of our sacred love.
TRINITY: I have loved all 3 of you;
Three persons inhabiting ONE being.
Son, the guileless love of my youth;
Father, the security of my seasons
and sire of my living, un-birthed seeds;
And holiest of Spirits, the conjurer
of the formless WORD into the formed.
All 3, each of you an alchemist of love.
You melt me, knead me, shape me,
burn me, weld me and mould me
into ecstatic, pure molecules of love.
– Cyber-hugs 💕

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

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#120. Floetry by JulietKego: WAITING FOR A KING

Floetry by JulietKego: WAITING FOR A KING

[For beloved Anna, the daughter of Penuel, of the tribe of Asher].

Passion and pain.
Love and heartbreak.
Sunny skies and rain.
Kpangolo and gold.
Broken and then whole.
My life traded and sold.
The longing on your face,
etched in linings of my soul,
all of time cannot erase.
Streaks of tears, more tears.
I find you, seven years of joy
and in the same breath,
I weep with the loss
of letting you go
Bereft. Widowed.

 

Steeped in stirrings
that shamelessly show
as stains of pooled heat
in damp, hidden grooves
Burning and then cold
I cannot touch myself.
I live untouched.
In the centre of my life
a gaping, gasping hole
The seasons roll
one to the other.
And now, I am old.
Seven by twelve seasons;
Eighty-four years old.
Pray. Fast. Offer. Wait;
Waiting and longing.
Till one day, I behold him
in the temple and I live again.
Aye, this love, beloved Isa,
the passion and pain
via dolorosa;
’tis the way of our cross…

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

#115. Floetry by JulietKego: Walking with Angels

Floetry by JulietKego: Walking with Angels

Dusk looms,
I bear the weight
of the wait;
I seek an answer,
one sign from thee;
Should I continue to share
the WORD that set captives free?
So easy to misconstrue
this message of love,
so tempting to discard,
this light from above.

I will step out tonight
and walk in faith.
Lead and guide me
for your own namesake.
It is cold and I am lost
in the warmth of night-walking;
All ‘ s quiet, nary a sound, no talking

Just humming
along
to the sound of my soul’s
silent strumming;
Hips swaying to the melody
of an internal, eternal song;

The cool breeze’ s blowing,
these limbs are showing
no signs of slowing.
I look up at the stranger across,
with a heart set in a deep frown.
Tired and weighed down,
also asking for a sign.
Confused at my flashing smile,
I see the unasked questions
and so I nod and answer
wordlessly:
‘I am walking the way,
the way of the cross.

Come walk with me,
let’s walk the lone road
but not alone…. ‘
I witness the moment
awareness dawns and
surrender occurs.
The stranger moves

on and joyfully skips along,
the path clearer now,
no longer dark and long.

Suffering ends, in comes the signs:
healings and cures.
I look up at trinity’s light,
seeking a signal:
should I go on,
should I prepare or
should I simply stop?

I go on and behold Samuel,
sitting by an *Angel’s side.
I sought a sign and was blessed
with three from thee!

And so now, I walk on,
doubts gone and shackle-free!
I watch my fear disintegrate
as I inhale your gift of crisp air.

Indeed, we all walk the lone road
but NEVER alone!
By love are we bound
and in this love are our
buried miracles found😀

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

#112. Floetry by JulietKego: I Miss You…

Floetry by JulietKego: I miss you

I miss you
Like a litany of prayers
And a string of curses
I miss you
Like a harsh plea of mercy
and a gentle provocation
I miss you
Like the heavy monsoon rains
And crackling harmattan winds
I miss you
Like Via Dolorosa;
the path of pain and passion,
‘Tis truly our way of the cross

I miss you
Like a tourist lost in Jerusalem
Re-tracing paths once walked
I miss you
While meeting the people you touched.
Stirred by the imprints of your essence….
You who linger on wherever you go,
Long, long after you’re risen and gone.
I miss you
Finding you on the sidewalks,
Deep in David’s mountains,
in vine-less valleys and open fields.

And I miss you,
Like a perfect nail to a cross
I miss you
Like John misses the Jordan
I miss you
and that child-like joyful laugh
How it tingles all over my form.
I suffer, beloved, you suffer.
I rejoice, you beam with joy
I miss you
Like Fatima misses her chaplet
I miss you
Like the nuns miss their habit
I miss you
Like a new bride misses her bindi
I dance now that I have found you
still here, nestled within my heart
Oh how I missed you, Dear Yeshua

(C) Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido

#1. AKWÉKÉ

A Poem for every woman who waited and for those who wait still…
AKWÉKÉ

My grandmother,
your great-grandmother
whispered words of wisdom
that I did not understand
and I threw them away
like worthless grains of sand..

And I, Akwéké
waited for you; my unborn
but you never came
seasons changed

the rains into arid air
little boys grew into warriors
maidens into sages
and yet you never came.

#75. A Letter from Yonder

 

Adorable Adaora, Adanneya, Adannaya

Keeper of my future, daughter of my heart

I pray my words, wrapped in the winds

Blow gently and find you keeping well

I hear your legs are beginning to swell

All that kicking is bound to take its toll