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Weekly Small Pleasures

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I was meant to post my Weekly Small Pleasures yesterday, but didn’t have it written down – only in my heart and I’m wondering…

#Weekly Small Pleasures

What do you say when your week was tiring
And the people overbearing,
When all you felt like doing was escape
To a place with no landscape
Not because you hate humanity
But needed peace in the midst of insanity
What pleasures are there in a week so dire?
When a warm bath and massage would seem fair.
My week may not have been so bright
Yet because I got life and living it out

These are pleasures I celebrate!
Just so I don’t become an ingrate,
These moments of joy are worth sharing
A Blogging friend whose pictures are daring
A mention as a motivation to inspire
Write free, thus aiming higher!
A birthday Cake, Card and a gift
For someone who keeps watch over my kids
These sound like Weekly BIG pleasures to me
What did your week offer thee?

© 2014. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

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Weekly Small Pleasures

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Lyrical Mondays

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I love poems!

I find them romantic…though not that all the poems I have written or received are. Yet there’s something warm (about the good ones I mean), that makes it feel like a caress sweeping over your being, as it replays the words that have been written and sent your way. I guess it’s the spirit behind the word, the emotions the person felt while writing, that jump at you and do those things you feel or hate to feel – like the feeling from reading an angry poem.

I have met so many people I love very much, who have written me a couple of poems. I might include their names or not. But IF and WHEN they read it, they will know they are appreciated. This is for you!

CAN WE BE FRIENDS?
As I sit and ponder
My heart begins to wonder
Like unwanted letters from a familiar sender
Through my mind, thoughts begin to wander.
‘Vulnerability’ and ‘openness’,
Exposure and perhaps rottenness
The mystery of friendship
That promises a vital relationship.
How can one touch my heart so?
Walking through barriers, is this friend or foe?
Unbidden, secret doors to my hidden places on their hinges turn,
Like that of the prodigal’s room, upon his return.
An unsettling place I find myself
This issue I can’t place on the shelf.
Dare I hope as I take this bend?
Dare I ask: can we be friends?

Freedom Fridays

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Hey Dream Reader,

It’s been a while I sent you anything personal, not because I have forgotten about you (I heard you say with sadness, “so soon!”)

…but I’ve been writing and posting, whilst hoping that I have touched your heart and exceeded your expectation.

Well, I’m not sure where I am with you right now, but you know what? I won’t stop trying. Remember “Pursuit is the proof of desire” – Mike Murdock.

So here’s the deal.

I’m thinking of starting a regular feature which I will tag Fictional Friday or Freedom Fridays…but as you can see from my topic I’m tilting towards one already. This feature will comprise of any and everything I can come up with, from just pictures, to letters, to more poems, short stories or perhaps a song…hope I can post a video someday. *wink*

Alternatively, I’ll do both.

I need to hear your opinion which name do you prefer?

© 2014 Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved.

Weekly Small Pleasures

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#Weekly Small Pleasures

I’m not sure if these pleasures are small
As the joys they give me scream for more
It began with some ‘mischief’ from my son
And the innocent look that says “I’m sorry Mum”

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To his light feathery kiss that caps it all
And the step back with a look that asks, “Do you want more?”
It’s the squeal of delight from a delicious bite
As the jam blends in with the sausages
Making every inch of the pancake just right
A stomach filled and hunger assuaged
Pleasures that soar in differing height
From things and people of all ages.

© 2014 Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved.

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In Gratitude

Grateful to You that while I sought TIME,
You added life and gave me a LIFETIME.
I looked in time and saw a NEVER
You changed my view with its FOREVER
I wondered, “is it me or another?”
You answered, “made just for you, my daughter.”
Got reasons to be thankful
That for all I’ve lost I’m still full.
For every other morn, the sky’s blue
Making my heated day cool.
And for all who’ve left
You keep blessing me with the best.
So in gratitude I say
Thanks for always making my day.

© 2004 Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

Thankful Thursday

The Truth Serum

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You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?

Hahahahahahaha and that’s me laughing with a mischievous look on my face and twinkle in my eyes, as I try to imagine who I would give The Truth Serum to. I’m not sure about getting the person’s consent though, because he might not give it to me 😦

Why would I do that or why wouldn’t he give it to me? The second question begs an answer, because he has some things tucked away and he doesn’t want me finding out about them even if they don’t matter now.

Hmmm …

So who will my next ‘victim’ be (please note, I’m using this word in a positive light)…LOL. For Heaven’s sakes I didn’t cook up this prompt, you did! So pardon my ‘crazy’ mind doing many things this evening. I’m loving this so much that I’m almost screaming.

Okay, let’s get serious. But no names wink

That polite security would get some, I’d love to know what he really would say to me if he was the boss.

That person that started out saying something wild, stopped midway and gave another example, I’d love to hear the first example.

What does my house-keeper REALLY have to say to me, when she’s spoilt my evening and I’m upset yet she maintains the blank look on her face?

I’ll give it to that person who always looks very angry when he sees me but I suspect secretly likes me but can’t afford to let his guard down as it would be preposterous. Oh my goodness, what got that thought into my head!

Maybe, I could give it to an object, like the sofa in the living room. My Heritage (children) are always jumping on it; I’d love to hear what the sofa has to say to them and allow them hear it too. It will definitely reduce or stop the jumps.

Now, I’m not sure I really want to know anymore…what a world it would be knowing someone else’s thought. Phew!

What would you do if you had one?

© 2014 Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved