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Ok so I had a thought today (4/27) and figured I would write a few haikus about a man who has lost hope of LOVE, Life and everything else…

The plan is to write one piece a day, at least I’m gonna try to write 1 a day, for the next 30 days…

I hope you like the idea and effort of this idea. Heres his official introduction:

What does it matter?

A NAME! Love wouldn’t know it!

Nor will u recall…

Bullets have no name…

But every social event

they make appearance…

Whats there to hope for?

Love’s gone, tomorrows’ today

said yesterday’s dead…

This is my story.

Scribbled words of pain and love,

lifes’ adversity…

& ME!

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I said: i miss your kisses / the warmth of your garden… Your / breath, nape of my neck…

She said: electrified touch / your kisses revive my soul / you make me feel whole…


 

Jacqueline Zea born in Colombia and raised in the United States.  She received a B.A in English Textual Studies with a minor in African-American Studies from Syracuse University. She continues to express herself creatively in her poetry and is working on a second edition of “Inner Happenings.”

Check out her website Inner Happenings and look for my first interview with her coming this month….


if I had it my way, I would pour a full cup over and over…

lose myself in every sip

within every be-an it’s made of

enjoy it

talk with it

hold it as if it were the last cup every made

devour it

explode in it, from it, because it

gives me a shot of adrenaline to get through the hours of boredom without it

but not in a rush

slow sips and if it drips on to my tongue

seductive licks

because this,

 is the best coffee I know

early in the morning the smell makes me smile glad to be alive

afternoon sips in the office

refresh every part of me

an end of the day cup gives me the joy to know that this coffee is all for me

and tomorrow will soon come so I can enjoy it again…

         Colombian Coffee,

                                                  Good to the last drop…


 

Simply put,

“When I write its like a dance instructor telling my fingers and this pen how to waltz across each line…”

-Marcus J