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

I STARE AT YOU

I stare at you

You have no clue why

Some say I’m weird

I really don’t care

I stare

I’m not interested in your looks

I’ve read your books

I’m more interested in you

You

Simple yet complex

Full of mysteries

Full of tales

You get uncomfortable

I don’t care

I still stare

I drift away in thoughts

What would it feel like to see your world through your eyes?

To know the things you know

To see the things you see

To feel the things you feel

You smile almost all the time

But I see the tears no one sees

Your looks tell a different tale

Your books tell a different tale

But now that I see you

I see a different tale

I find you rather fascinating

I’m captivated by your complexity

You’ll make a good muse

Oh yes, that’s good use!

I stare just for a while

A little while longer

I drink in your aura of wisdom

Wise one you are

Smart too

You get uncomfortable

I shouldn’t care

But now I do

I’ve seen the truth

I’ve seen the sadness behind that smile

Pretty sad you!

I look away

And take a bow

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

DESCRIBE IT

If you could describe it

What words would you choose?

How would you describe it?

Some say it looks like this

Others say it looks like that

I hear them talk

I hear them talk about the weather

They say it’s beautiful

Some say they need an umbrella

Others wish to run around naked

But truly

I have forgotten what it looks like

The price of the sentence

These concrete walls have stolen my joy

I’m trapped in a room with a little window

The window is far too high

All I see is…a little light

And then total darkness

I miss the feel of rain against my skin

I miss walking on the beach and feeling the sand beneath my feet

I miss looking at pretty flowers

I miss watching the birds sing so sweetly

I miss nature

I miss real life

Not this!

This room of deep dolor robs me of the beauty of the day

It’s been too long

My back hurts

Memories hunt me

The guards don’t speak to me

All they do is pass me food through a hole

A silly hole in the door

What am I? A rat?!

Sanity is something I miss!

A better life is something I long for!

This is too much to bear!

I need you to describe it!

Please!

Come closer to the door

Tell me what it looks like

Describe the day to me

Please describe it!

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

WRITE ME A NIGHT POEM

Write me a night poem

Be kind and patient

Sit with me for a while

I love to see you smile

Hey…here’s my pen

Write me a poem

Write a poem of eight lines or ten

Let the words rhyme

Oh please, take your time

Come sit with me

Here’s a sheet

Write me a poem

Say you love me

Say I’m beautiful

Say things like…loo loo woo woo

I’ll say them too

Just write me a poem

Watch me drift away in sleep

Silly acts I love

Just sit with me

Watch me breathe softly

Then tuck the poem under my pillow

And even though you are gone when I awake in the morning

I’m quite certain it would never be boring

Your poem I shall keep

Kind words of love

Warm words that make my heart leap

Forever to be cherished

Sweet poetic words to be relished

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika 

SPEAK!

I hear you loud and clear

Please be quiet dear

I’ve heard the same old tale

The words you spit are bare

Your words hold so many lies

You try to sound so intelligent and clever

You sugar-coat your lies

But thank God I know better

So you love the sound of your voice?

That’s nice!

Go on if you wish

But try to taste your own dish

You say the sun is cold and white…stories!

I have no need for your fairy tales and fake theories

You don’t even practice what you preach

And me, you try to teach

I can see how much you love to speak

You go around acting all meek

You hide your deeds

And neglect my needs

So you think you are so smart?

Hahaha…I see that!

I wish you good luck

Please go on…SPEAK!

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2016 Sylvia Chika