Love’s Hearth (Poetry)

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Love’s Hearth
By Veronica Nkwocha

Love is…
the laughter we share in the morning
as we walk out the front door
and go our separate ways…
The happiness lingers and trails us
as we go about our day.

Love is…
an unending ribbon that wrap us,
tickling our hearts
and lighting our eyes.
Echoes of our laughter draw us,
back through that door
ushering us into our hearth.

Pondering ‘Life of Pi’

Pondering ‘Life of Pi’

By Veronica Nkwocha

I watched Life of Pi.
It struck me how life has a funny way of throwing us out of our comfort zone.
It is inevitable.
Life is but a swing and we must brace ourselves for the ups and downs.
Sometimes she comes when we are least prepared but like Pi, we find on the inside, an inner strength that astounds us and our naysayers.
Tomorrow must come.
And tomorrow, full of life and love can be birthed from adversity and a seeming hopelessness.
Those who hold our hands through it all may come from the unlikeliest of places,
the ferocious tiger tamed to a degree how can it be?
Miracles pop out and usher us along as we traverse life’s path and bring cheer along dreary dark journeys;
towards an end which may not be what we first dreamed
but stunning in its beauty and happiness all the same.
The sheer miracle of having survived those dark days make up for the all the melancholy music that hummed
tauntingly
beckoning
as though towards an eternal hopelessness.
No, your end will surely be better,
the human spirit triumphs once again.

*P.s. I wrote this many months ago when I watched ‘Life of Pi’

Repressive Rule (Poetry)

Auguste Rodin. «Thinker», Philadelphia museum

Repressive Rule 

By Veronica Nkwocha

The aura of power
Is alive and powerful
Watch ordinary men
Fall on their knees.

The aura of power
Is in the mind
It ebbs and wanes
When we shine the light of truth.

Its scepter is false
Though we know it not
We enable it rule
When we’re silent and kneel.

 

Image from here Auguste Rodin. «Thinker», Philadelphia museum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dawn Tryst (Poetry)

English: Trees, mist, and sun. The Blair, Auch...

English: Trees, mist, and sun. The Blair, Auchentiber, Ayrshire Looking south behind the Blair. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dawn Tryst

By Veronica Nkwocha

Cast your eyes to the Sun
Gently unfurling
Rising from the cusp
Of inky dark
Marking its presence
With a soft morning light
Casting its shadows in cloudy sighs
A shower of blessing
Trickling through a veil
Of its flickering light

*Image from here: Attribution Donald MacDonald (File licensed under Creative Commons Attibution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license. 

Palace of Secrets (Poetry)

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Palace of Secrets

By Veronica Nkwocha

Whispers, in the palace of secrets
Soft footsteps, in the treasured garden
Draped in a garland of pretty blossoms
Garnished with hidden sins

Put on the cherished veil of outstanding beauty
Dance on the front steps, preening and perfect
Trapped in a river flowing,
Tremors from a thinning crust
The guardian quivered, pluck the secret bow
Shoot darts of keys to unlock the box

Crumpling muddied veil and splattered tears
On a shattered vial of crippling pain
Dying blossoms gripping a fallow garden
Silence in the palace of secrets

Fragrant Gems (Poetry)

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Fragrant Gems

By Veronica Nkwocha

Close your eyes
Feel the tenderness of the fleeting breeze
Follow the trail of the moonbeam
Stand mesmerised by the shadow of a swaying tree,
by the silver of a streaking star
Draw from the well of the fragrance of an orchid
Stay lost in the breath-taking beauty of a rose bed
Dance enthralled by the charm of the robin’s song,
by the trickle of the stream trailing over rocks on its merry way
Drink from the coolness of a spring on a hot day
Fill your cup with Life
Drink it up
Lay
Satiated in fuzzy meadows
Intoxicated by the feast
Life freely gives

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My Poem ‘Rebirth’ and the Poetry Assessor

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English: The Poem Tree, Wittenham Clumps, Oxfordshire. Photograph by Jonathan Bowen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I tried an app today on http://www.poetryassessor.com/poetry/

According to them, it “is designed to determine whether a poem has the characteristics of a professional poem or, alternatively, an amateur poem.”

I tested it using my poem below:

Rebirth‘ by Veronica Nkwocha

A dried branch,
tinder for fire
life ebbs
feeding the soil
A budding flower
A shrub of green
trembling with life
in the morning light

*It returned a score of 4.582! So I’m well pleased lol.

P.s. I’ve tried a few others and some haven’t done so well!

Positive scores indicate that a poem has characteristics of a professional poem while negative scores indicate that the poem has the characteristics of an amateur poem.”

*Caveat, I know nothing about the creators or the suitability of the application neither was I asked by them to test it.

*Update: There’s an update on the site ” it should be noted that the average word count of the poems used in the sample used to calibrate the system was 156 (maximum 378, minimum 21, St Dev 77). This means that results for poems of less than approximately 80 words should be interpreted with caution.”

Tender Serenade (Poetry)

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Tender Serenade by Veronica Nkwocha

Soft petals of music
Their lilting tune mesmerise me
Sweet chirps of the Nightingale’s song
Accompanies and rises
Above the orchestra’s symphony
What a gift, what a joy
What a trembling of hearts, and bows

Sing me a lullaby; caress me to sleep
O sweet Nightingale
Flitter and float
Above life’s wailing notes
Send me to sleep on cottony down
Wrapped in your tender serenade

Toga of the Bold (Poetry)

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Toga of the Bold 

By Veronica Nkwocha

Today,
I am wearing the toga of the bold
The beautiful and the sassy
I am vibrant,
I am feisty
And I am unbreakable.
Where is the wind to make me turn my gaze?
Where is the hate that will make me hide in shame?
Where are you O brass to tame my shine?
For I am gold,
Pure and invaluable;
I am a gem of intricate proportions
Fashioned after my maker
In the similitude of a palace