#Letters2ISA #POETRY #18. A Song For Lovers: I Choose You!

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Day 2. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

Poem: A Song For Lovers: I Choose You!

Dear Isa,

There was no music
and yet we danced to our own beats
We swayed sensually to the rhythm
of our fired pulses ‘n’ heartbeats
I shall remember these moments,
I’ll freeze them in timeless space
Especially the sacred hour
I looked into your soul and saw my own face

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#82. Bridget’s Daughter

A Joyous, Wonderful and Blessed Birthday to my Mom ‪#‎SweetMother‬!
There can be no words to capture my love for you, no imagery to depict the majesty of your spirit, and no story weaved to interlace the tapestry of your soul’s journey.

All praise would pale to the expansiveness of your being. You always danced to your heart’s song. You see every human being as a reflection of HE who is not confined in walled spaces. You are not tied to the ordinary things. You are simply the most beautiful woman in my world!

And because of you, I always celebrate the sacredness of motherhood. And indeed WE are all mothers; blessed with unique buds, fruit-bearing seeds, hopes, dreams, gifts, talents, abilities, light and loveMay we birth and nurture them in this lifetime, to our creator’s glory. And also bravely and generously share them with the world within and around us! Bleesed2BEBridget’sDaughter

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National Poetry Month is Here!

National Poetry MonthHappy new Month of April! My excitement is off the roof because for me Christmas comes in April. Yes, it’s that time of the year again when spoken word artists and poets celebrate National Poetry Month.

Here’s a little history about the National Poetry Month celebrations in Canada (Source: culled from Poets.ca):

“Established in Canada in April 1998 by the League of Canadian Poets (LCP), National Poetry Month (NPM) brings together schools, publishers, booksellers, literary organizations, libraries, and poets from across the country to celebrate poetry and its vital place in Canada’s culture.  The year 2015 marks the 17th anniversary of National Poetry Month in Canada.

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#22. If You See Her….

Day 6. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

BUTTERFLYPoem: If You See Her….

I lost her some moons ago

We came here together, we gave it a go

And indeed, I did let her have her full say

But only one of us finally emerged stronger

I mourn her loss in a bitter-sweet way

Because I never got a chance to say my good byes

To tell her that the world got it wrong with its lies

She’s neither lacking nor empty, neither broken nor fractured

For in her eyes I see wholeness, completeness and majesty captured

From her toes to the crazy-making pot that’s cooking inside her head

I wish I could go back and tell her of the beautiful road ahead,

So mysterious yet so blindingly glorious!

And so if you ever see her reflected in the eyes of your clients

Or you hear her cries and whispers hidden in a stranger’s voice

Or run into her in a party, on the street or at a meeting

Or in your homes, among family and friends

Or across the room reflected in your mirror…

Be kind to her, be gentle with her, be there for her, be oh so patient with her

I implore you to hold that sacred space for her

Tell her that I hold no grudge, and that I forgive and I love her still

Remind her that she did the very best she could

With the tools she had at the time

That I know now that she held on tightly to her pain

Because hidden beneath it was the warm blanket of her secondary gain

Tell her to imagine the joy beyond the deep well of her present sorrow

Tell her I’m grateful to her for who I am now and who I am becoming tomorrow.

Yes, please be very caring, be kind and be oh so gentle with her

When she’s ready, she’ll show up

One day, she’ll get tired of the drama, the story, the struggle and the loop

She’ll show up and she’ll be ready for any test, any task, any ordeal, any hoop

She’ll seek to finally break out and embrace her pain

To pay attention, get the learning and go through the burning flame!

When she arrives, lost and lonely at your doorstep

All broken and bent, do guide her well

And lead her safely with each faltering, failing footstep

Back to the living spring within her spirit, that eternal well

Let her drink of the healing waters of her humanity and divinity

Embracing the God in her, the blessed trinity

She’s so much stronger than she knows

There’s such depth to her than what she shows

In her heart lies an eternal fire nothing can ever kill

She has the power to break through boards and bend steel

Make sure these words to her you do tell

For it will make all the difference

And lead her to her magnificence

And I should know for I know her so well

For she was me, and I was her, a lifetime ago, you see

Long before I surrendered the fight

And found my way and embraced my light.

She died that I may be re-born anew and transformed

No, not perfect by any means,

Simply better today than I was yesterday

And better still, even tomorrow

The old things are passed away, I’ll never seek or crave

The old me nailed to HIS cross, buried in HIS grave

I LIVE today, able to enjoy the sacred synchronistic patterns of life with new eyes

And I cannot be or do the old me ever again

She’s dead! Long, long gone, destroyed in an instant, along with the enemy’s reign and his deceptive domain

In that sacred moment I chose the saviour’s gift of freedom and cut off the shackles of those ties, a bondage of lies!

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#19. Finding my heart at the Apollo

Day 3. NaPoWriMo – Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

Poem: Finding my heart at the Apollo

The APOLLOPerhaps it was the voices of ancestors taken from us so long ago
Perhaps it was my own restless heart telling me to go
And so I simply arose and chose
To listen to the unsung songs of my soul
And I followed my beautiful soul-sister Josie, on the long road to the Apollo
Along with all my strong, wonderful, magnificent Scandal soul- sisters

Outspoken, shy, gentle, mighty, powerful, passionate…Gladiators All!
Empowered souls, re-connecting, rising majestically from every past fall
We found ourselves together, with our spirits willing and our hearts bared open

And in these hallowed walls, I found a long-lost brother, Mr Billy Mitchell
Oh! What deep, painful and uplifting triumphant stories he had to tell
Beautiful stories of humble beginnings, of searing struggles and of happy endings
Stories of heroes and of sheroes, of poets, of dancers, of singers and of actors…
He told his story, he told our story—
He told the buried stories of our long forgotten ancestors.

Look at me, little me
It all finally makes sense
This unfinished journey to find my life’s essence
From the beautiful, broken, bruised heart of Africa, across oceans to Canada
Standing here now, in this moment, at the Apollo, the heartbeat of Harlem
Such a long way from my hometown, my small, beautiful village of Amichi.

It is so very bittersweet
That I who speak the language of Wall Street
And breathe the air of finance in a world shrouded in ego
Should find myself at this sacred place, the Apollo
Only to learn of a history so shameful, filled with dirty secrets and lies
Wall Street! Our shinning beacon of world power, trade and prosperity
Built to hide away our collective shame of shackles and chains,
Anchored on foundations laid down with the sweat and tears and blood
Of beloved ancestors buried deep in hidden, abandoned, dishonored graves.

And today, we learn to hold the future in trust for our unborn children
To bequeath to them the gift of education, the values of honour and integrity
And the courage to take on the challenges of life, to always stand up tall and fight!
I stand here, humbled, healed and finally home, as I find my heart
Beating safely, in the loving embrace of my scandal-soul-sisters, Gladiators Unite!

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#17. A Lover’s Sonnet

Day 1. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

So I’ve taken a leap of faith and I’ve decided to participate in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), so help me God! 🙂

April is National Poetry Writing Month! NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is back! To participate in NaPoWriMo 2014, write a poem each day this month.  NaPoWriMo is an annual project in which participants write a poem each day in April. It unfolds in the tradition of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, held in November) and motivates, inspires, and engages poets of all levels, genres, and backgrounds. NaPoWriMo was founded by Cheri Lucas Rowlands. 

Poem: A Lover’s Sonnet

I seek you and long for you as I would the very best parts of me

Let’s discover this rhythm between us, and learn its sacred dance

Take me in, deeper and deeper still, into your mysterious trance

I feel you, always, in the lingering caresses of the flirty windy breeze

Let’s ignite our passion, unleash its fire and ice, this power to melt and freeze

Today let us fight as lovers do: and as I writhe and moan, pierce me with your lance

Against the fury of the outside world, let us battle to give this love a fighting chance

Joining our voices in unspoken prayers, for grace on our love to reign true and free.

Breathe with me, lay with me, and hold me for a fleeting second or

Gently, firmly, chain and bind my heart to yours, forever and a lifetime

Reach out and touch me, across dimensions of distance, space and time

I see you clearly reflected back at me through my soul’s mirror

As I inhale your spirit and wait for a heartbeat and a sign

And feel that age old ecstasy as you gently exhale mine.

© ‘Kego Onyido (All rights reserved).

This is dedicated to the open-hearted and broken-hearted, to the lovers and the gamblers, who dared to give love their all and always choose to love with even more abandon after every fall! May love always find you willing, ready and open!

 

 

#16. After the HeartBreak

Oh welcome home, Love!

How wondrous to behold thee again

What grace and purity you have, so like a dove

I’d forgotten how beautiful thou art

when seen without a cloud of pain.

How suddenly thou left, oh how for thee I feared

Or did he force thee along, out in the cold?

My heart bursts with secrets longing to be shared

Do you see the sad stories in my eyes waiting to be told?

Oh love, will thou stay forever this time?

Please do, for that’s how long before my heart will heal.

You see, he committed a grave crime

He branded my heart forever with his seal.

Oh welcome home, love!

Come in, come in, I chatter so

Hold me, embrace me, and never let go

My dear, dear friend, I have missed you so.

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