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Hey guys. Hope you are having a great week.
Around this time last year a really great poet; Maya Angelou passed. In loving memory of Maya Angelou I decided to recite one of her poems titled; Phenomenal woman.
You can scroll down to listen to my recording of the poem.

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Phenomenal Woman

BY MAYA ANGELOU

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,

They say they still can’t see.

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need for my care.

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

[Source; Poetry Foundation]

This is my recording of a poem titled; 'Phenomenal Woman'. This poem was composed by Maya Angelou. This poem recitation is in loving memory of Maya Angelou who passed on around this time last year. [No copyright infringement intended]

04:16:00

Hi guys. How has the new year been so far. Hope it has been good. Here is another poem. It is quite short.

HE SAID. ..

I had on a long white gown

It was the perfect cinch waist dress

And it was well adorned with

Red diamonds

Okay, fine!

Glittering diamond-like stones

He had on a well tailored white suit

With a sharp black bow tie

We sat at the middle part of

The long royal hall close to the window

And boy I tell you

The scenery was exquisite

We ate similar meals

We both drank red wine

I didn't hear everything he said

But the words I heard

Kept me fascinated

At the end of the 'noble' dinner event

As people walked around

Exchanging pleasantries

And nodding their heads

Countless times

I held his strong hands and

Looked into his bright blue eyes

And I said to my beloved

It was a great pleasure

Spending time with you

He paused staring at me

Mmnnn. .. A thousand and one

Butterflies danced in my stomach

Then turning to his right he said;

"What? Get this stalker out of here!"

BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

Hope you liked it. Enjoy the rest of your day.

06:07:00

Hi guys. Here is a short poem.

THAT MOMENT

At that moment we knew
We really had to leave
As we stood there staring
Into each other's eyes
We realized we couldn't
Go on like that
Not with so much snow
And slippery sidewalks!
BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

16:09:00

First of all I want to say Happy New Year! May we step forward and have fulfillment in all of our endeavors this year.

This year I plan on being more dedicated to the blog.
Here is my first post of the year. And it is a poem!

STOP THE NOISE!

The noise I hear

The noise I fear

The voices I hear

The voices I fear

The shouting, cursing and growling

The warning, the panting and screaming

These sounds are hear

Are the same sounds I fear

Stop the noise

Shut my ears?

That will only heighten the disaster

Co's when it is silent here

There is a noise binge over there

Then the frequency and intensity

Of the sounds I hear in my head

Are of draining depth

The sounds become pitch perfect

Stop the noise

Stop the voices

They are not voices I want to hear

They are strange, broken, twisted.

Unnerving, inconceivable

I want to hear one voice

The voice my soul longs for

Until then stop the noise

This noise I can no longer bear

BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

04:23:00

UPDATE:
My apologies for not posting 'content' for some weeks. Due to that for the next two weeks instead of a post per week I will post 2 per week. I will post one during the weekend and the other one on a week day. One post will be a write-up ( a poem or an article) and the other one an artwork.

The audio recording of this poem is below so you can scroll down to listen to it while you go through the words.

MEMORIES

There were nights that I cried for him

Drops of hot tears wet my pillow

Anger slowly welled up in me

Not the mild, get over kind but

The kind that increases with

Each passing moment

The memories. .. they had a firm grip on me

There was little I could do then

All I wanted was someone to talk to

Not because I wanted some sort of advice

But because I wanted someone to listen

Someone who understood it was my own way

Of projecting the pain and the anger

That lingered on the inside

I didn’t know who would listen

I wasn't even bold enough to ask anyone to

So I talked to myself

Sometimes thinking aloud

Speaking out my thoughts seemed to make

Them well laid out, crystal clear

One time I wrote a poem in order

To make myself feel better

I guess while writing it I felt less pain but

Once I was done writing it all came

Rushing back in like angry stray dogs that

Finally found the perfect home

All I could do then was pray and go to sleep

I had high hopes that the pain

Would be all gone by morning

And yea it was gone by the break of dawn

I woke up to new thoughts, fresh feelings

I was reminded of it some hours into the day

But I waved it off almost as fast as I recalled it

I tried convincing myself that I would

No more be bothered by it

But deep down I knew that was a facade

From facing the issue head on

The mere thought of it drained me

It only took couple of days for me

To get overwhelmed by it

In no time the pain and anger took their seats

As though they were quests who had been

Waiting to be called to the high table

The good memories

The good memories that brought smiles

They made an attempt to comfort me

They made little or no difference

I wondered if any of those even mattered

Mmnn. ..memories and even more memories

He failed to give answers that could have

Played a big part in calling a halt

To the massive ruin that was done to the memories

I wanted answers

Not fake or sugar coated answers that were

Carefully composed to make me feel better

I wanted the truth, the raw truth

I was sick and tired of being sick and tired

Of his one line reason

I wanted a detailed explanation

Actually, I felt my title made me deserve one

But I guess someone saw it differently

Way differently than I did

The thought of him was beautiful

It was like a glass of cold water on a really hot, sunny day

It held memories

Memories I wanted to hold unto

I had a mental picture of his happy face

I missed the deep crackling sound of his laughter

The peaceful tone of his voice when he called my name

That tone had a stunning effect on me

It was like a secret spice that added flavour to my day

At night, it was the lullaby that gently closed my eyelids

And sent me to a dreamland of even greater bliss

But then that was what it was

Now it is way different

The thought of him brings sad memories

It reminds me of all the things we could have done

All the places we could have gone

It leaves a sour taste

Like that of bitter, unripe 'udara’

Deep down I know holding on to the past

And being pumped with hate and regret

Will only make me sad 'Margaret'

In more ways than one

So I choose to let go

I release him from my heart

I now restore freedom to the frozen thoughts

Of him which I glued to my still memory strings

May they sail on a boat to some place far away

Somewhere they will get hold of new wings and soar

And If. .. if they ever come by again

I truly hope they bring along good memories

Memories of bliss.

BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

This is a recording of my poem; Memories. The instrumental of the song "This Time" by John Legend is played in the background. (No copyright infringement intended)

04:46:00

I COOK. ..

I cook all my meals with ease

The aroma can make you fall to your knees

My meals are so scrumptious, they can make you freeze

I can bet that you will buy it even with the money for your lease

If you doubt it, feel free to come over and taste my macaroni and cheese!

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08:31:00

This post is long overdue. I am sorry for the delay. The audio recording of this poem is below so you can scroll down to listen to it while you go through the words. May the good Lord answer our prayers.

A PRAYER TO MY SOURCE

Dear Lord,

I come to you this day with a broken heart

And with so much to say

I am on my knees.

My palms are placed together and

My fingers are tightly interlocked.

My head is bowed and

My eyes are closed.

Where am I to start

I haven't been so good lately

And I don’t feel good

I am torn in three

One part of me is confused

The other is lost and

The last part seems to be drowning in apathy

Right now it seems like my world

And everything around me is falling apart

I want to try to fix things but

I can not do it on my own

I have to trust someone

Lord it is you that I look up to

I love you and I trust you

You are God and you keep

Your promises

It is not like you can not break them

Because you can do everything

But I know you won’t

Because I cling unto you

Lord you are my source

You are the source of my being

lay your hands upon me

Today and heal me

Heal my heart

Heal my emotions

Heal my spirit

Heal my body

Heal my soul

Lord you are my source

You are the strength for my day

The wisdom for my task

You are the comfort for my soul

The grace for my battles

And provision for each need

You are my understanding for each failure

And my assistance for every encounter

You are my source

The source of everything

I have come so

My source can resuscitate me

Please fix me

Please hold my hand and

Help me. .. help me walk through this

I think I have more to say but

I just can't put them into words

You see me Lord

Not just how I look

How I speak or what I do

But you see my heart Lord and

You know what I need

Do unto me O’ Lord that which my heart desires

Restore strength, zeal, passion and peace

Above all let your will be done

I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, amen

Amen.

BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

BIBLE VERSES

Psalm 23:1 The Lord is my shepherd: I shall lack nothing.
Isaiah 40:30-31 Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.

QUOTES

I abide in Christ and in doing so I find rest and the peace of God which passes all understanding fills my heart and life. - John Hunter

He is the source. Of everything. Strength for your day. Wisdom for your task. Comfort for my soul. Grace for your battle. Provision for each need. Understanding for each failure. Assistance for every encounter. - Jack Hayford

This is a recording of my poem titled; "A PRAYER TO MY SOURCE". I was partly inspired by the piano tune from an app called 'Relax Melodies'. The piano tune is played in the background. No copyright infringement intended.

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09:06:00

DON’T JUDGE ME!

I heard you! Yea you!

Don't give me that look

First I saw you point fingers a me

With the look in your eyes

Filled with disgust and disdain

You turned to the girl who was

Sitting next to you

Moved your lips closer to her ears

That was you reactivating

Your art mode

Then you started speaking

Your words painting with range of colours

Well stuffed in your pallette.

You weren't aware I heard you

But I did!

15:37:00

PLEASE TAKE MY HAND!

I know its quite dark

But look at me look at me

I am right here

My head is still above the water

So I think am breathing

But not like I used to

Please take my hand

Hear my voice

Hear me call out to you

Hear my cry

I would be stuck here without you

14:48:00

This poem is an expression of someone's thoughts, feelings and actions. It is narrated by that person to a long lost friend that he/she just reunited with. The recording of this poem is below you can scroll down to listen to it while going through the words. Enjoy!

YOU ARE INDEED A FRIEND!

I woke up with a heavy heart.

I turned and looked.

Staring out of the window.

Behold the beauty of nature.

I saw the stars showing their glittering faces

And the moon appearing so comely

Though intending to say a warm goodbye.

22:55:00

HE LOVES ME. HE LOVES ME NOT. ..

Love isn’t always bubbly and accompanied

With chocolates, cute roses and jasmine petals

As the movies make us believe it is

Love isn’t always at first sight, at least mine wasn’t

I met him at a Christian love feast

The first time he talked about the ‘love thingy’

I was like; “No way, C’mon I barely know you!”

I said ‘no’ with complete certainty

I got to know him a bit, then I was like

“Uhn. .. nah we are just friends”

Actually, we became really good friends

The friendship we shared was rare

He was happy we were friends but wanted more

21:53:00

THE LONG DARK TUNNEL!

I used to think there was a word suitable for

Every state or feeling until that morning.

That morning I couldn’t help but wonder

What the unknown outcome would be.

I did not feel good and that feeling refused to fade away.

It rapidly became worse. I tried to put the feeling to words

But there was not a word suitable enough for it.

I was sad and angry, sore, broken, torn apart.

It was a mixture of pain, regret and distress.

At one moment it felt like going down a long dark tunnel.

The dreadful feeling did not forget to come

With a striking chill up and down my spine.

What made it worse was that it felt like there was

Nothing I could do change the state of things.

I was in great misery and despair.

I have never felt that disappointed in myself.

I felt slimy drops of guilt drop on me.

The sharp and pointed claws of failure feasted on me.

I have been in several tight and annoying situations

But it was the first time I felt completely stuck.

Even when I mustered a bit of courage and determination

The fear and insecurity had me tightly glued

With my face to the ground.

The shame I felt was unwavering.

It was like being stripped bare in public.

Let me say a little worse because this stripping

Didn’t only rip off my clothes, it pierced my soul.

I was left with a negative dignity; yea way less than zero.

My soul had always embraced solitude

But then it was left unclothed, not concealed, bare.

That was too extreme to take in.

My frustration knew no bounds.

I was desperate for a gate, door or window.

All I wanted was some kind of exit.

I could see one or so I thought

Because down, round and down

I went again in the still dark unending tunnel.

For a second I thought I was almost out

But the next second proved I wasn’t.

It was like missing a flight that comes once a year.

It was deeper than depression

And neatly spiced with confusion.

It felt like falling down a deep bottomless pit.

I was enveloped in the creepy darkness

And consumed by an awful loud silence.

I was overwhelmed by anxiety, fear, tension and suspense.

Uncertainty wrapped its cold arms around me and

The emptiness I felt was of great depth.

I couldn’t understand the state of things.

Almost everything went far off than planned.

It was like standing in front of a mirror which

Clearly showed a contrast of my reflection.

I tried to convince myself that it was just a nightmare

But I knew a dream shouldn’t last that long.

If the feeling was a smell it would be that

Of rotten eggs and expired cheese balls.

It was painful and disgusting.

Unexpectedly, just when I had completely lost hope

I saw myself at the end of the tunnel.

I saw the ray of sunlight beaming

On the brown rusty metal nearby.

I was yet to believe it. I was in shock and pacing around

In a bid to convince myself it was reality.

With my knees against the ground and my hands in the air

I gave thanks to God for His timely rescue.

I began to enjoy the morning sensation.

The mild fragrance of freesia filled the air

And I felt the warmth of sunlight.

Then and only then did I feel an inner peace.

I finally realized that light is a true treasure.

I never thought my journey down

The long dark tunnel would turn out well.

BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

LIFE CAN GET REALLY BITTER BUT GOD CAN MAKE IT BETTER!

Through the long dark tunnel

Through the long dark tunnel

14:46:00

HE SAVED ME SO I WILL PRAISE HIM!

There I was, down and out

I was really sad and lonely

The sorrow within unveiled easily

A glimpse at me could tell it all

I was so down wasn’t afraid to fall

I was all alone, with no one to hold

I was lost, frustrated and confused

I needed to go but I knew not the path to follow

Then He came along

And showed me the way

As though that was not enough

He walked down with me guiding me

Just as a good shepherd would for his sheep

Yea when I was depressed

Dejected and rejected by all

He came to me

Pulled me out of the sand

And gave me his hand

I was greatly amazed

All I could do was put forth a gaze

He put forth His shoulder

For me to lean on

He wiped away my tears

And took away my fears

While in his arms

He made me understand

That I am so dear to Him

So I need not bear such pain

Co’s that would be making

His death to be all in vain

They took a race to tear his lace

Yet He bore the shame

He was even betrayed

They got him beaten and battered

Inflicting great pain time and time again

That phase He had to face

He didn’t have to fight

Even when he was right

The pain was unending

And the burden far from light

His mother was right in sight

Yet He didn’t walk away

He had to go through it all

To ensure that we are saved

He died so that you and I could see the light

And this journey of life would be alright

The reason why I shouldn’t rejoice I know not of

For He has strengthened me

He has brought peace and comfort to my soul

Through His divine grace I was saved

From severe pain, shame and disgrace

So here I am; glad, saved and lifted

His melody has he put in my mouth

Oh! New songs shall I sing unto Him

For this is the start of a new era

That of unending joy

O great people

Join me to sing unto the Lord, please

Let us raise our voices in praise

To our King and Master

Let us continually worship Him

All our days and years to come

Yea! Let us give praise to the Ancient of Days!

BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

15:41:00

Through Bridget's Eyes

Phenomenal Woman

BY: BRIDGET E. UKENI

I COOK. ..

DON’T JUDGE ME!

PLEASE TAKE MY HAND!

THE LONG DARK TUNNEL!

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