WRITER’S BLOCK

The Block between my pen and paper

The Block between my heart and my mind

The Block that won’t just let me be

The Block…The Intruder!

Invading my perfect world of ink

How I hate The Block!

Annoying and intrusive it is!

The Block every writer dreads

The uninvited guest that loves to visit

The Block that all writers hate

The Block that belongs to no one

Yet it’s called, “Writer’s Block”

  

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

NOSEY

Hey Poke!

Yes, you!

I can see your nose in my business

I’m not trying to be disrespectful

But, I can see your nose

Oh, it’s so big!

Don’t act surprised

Everyone knows

Look, there’s no place for your nose here

You can’t park it here

This is my space

Hey, this is no joke!

I can see you carrying a huge sack

All day long it’s on your back

You have a lot of garbage in your luggage

Sort out your own mess

And kindly take your nose with you

Please!

I’m so tired of seeing your nose in my business

I’m distracted by its bigness

Its size

It’s…huge!

I hear you are waiting to see me cry

I really don’t know why

I’m sorry to disappoint you

But please

Pretty please!

Find a new job description

Hey, here’s your doctor’s prescription:

“No more poking!”

“To be taken at no time daily!”

Signed by YOUR DOCTOR

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

WHO ARE YOU?

Tell me

Who are you?

When you roll in the mud

And your white is soiled

Will you die in the mud?

Or will you look up to the Lord?

So who are you?

Tell me

Judas?

He knew sin

He did sin

He struggled with the guilt

And then it killed him

Thirty pieces of silver…the price of betrayal

He ended it at night

He gave up the fight

With no one in sight

He let the thread snap

So who are you?

Tell me

Peter?

Strong Peter slipped

He did sin

Three times he denied his King

The guilt enveloped his being

He wept so hard in repentance

But he didn’t give up at night

He waited for the morning

Cephas he was

He thrived

So tell me

Who are you?

When you roll in the mud

And your white is soiled

Will you die in the mud?

Or will you look up to the Lord?

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika