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Ida Otayde Poem
Cold touch of wind; lullaby-like i feel
As i think of Someone who's culpable on me being like this
I am now a strange basin, quietly confused and loudly worried
All that fills me is a little pain, a big piece of misery
I never thought of this, being a woman of reckless thoughts
Someone who only thinks and got nothing to work
Somehow it's the sweetest surprise that grasped my whole life
That I miss Someone whom i know i can never live without
Time runs as if it is restless and burdened
Without You, I'm all alone, in silence but miserable
Can smile a bit, yet in my eyes there's a point of grief
A puppet away from its Master, feels like an orphan with himself
Deep breathe i caught, speaks my whole thought
I wanna meet you again though in the end of eternal road
Even in my empty dream, still I am waiting for You
Whispering Your Name, hope you could hear it too
I miss the time when I speak with You, confessing my all
Giving You my whole weights and surrendering my soul
All I have that time is You in my entire world
Yet, contentment and happiness are what You have brought
I miss the time when i fight for You, with all Your Might
I won every battle with Your Words as my knife
Into Your hands only I depend and I never lose a single fight
And now, I ask myself, how did I afford living You behind?
I miss the time when I sing for You with all of my strength
My heart shouted praises each time I say Your Name
Even though I speak the bestest word one can ever hear
It can never be compared by how You made me feel
LORD, I miss You so bad, please! show me Yourself
Now that I lack Your Presence I lose my whole self
I wanna feel You again, You're all that I desire
Foolishly seeking for an undeserved loving grace
Realization trapped me that i've done everything wrong
I know it's never too late for me to come back home
My Father, this time, no one could ever snatch me from You
You have saved me just once, but it's a lifetime redemption
My LORD, my GOD, accept Your desperate child
I'm begging for restoration of strength from Your hands
Your words give me life, conceal them again in my heart
As I obey Your command and recognize Your sacrifice
Copyright © Ida Otayde | Year Posted 2014
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Ida Otayde Poem
I will take a jog, but will not go near the grocery store
I will pass by the grocery store, but will not open the door
I will go in there, but will not go down the aisle where the ice cream is on sale
Oh! I promise!... I just can’t feel my feet any longer!
I will look at the ice cream, but will not pick it
I will pick it up, but will not buy it
I will buy it, but will not open it
Oh! Promise! Just let me have it! It’s on sale!
Open it, but not smell it
Smell it, but not taste it
Taste it, but not eat it
Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!
Ohhh! Freaking deceiving joy of calories is this!
Three months to lose, but took me a minute to gain
Promise! Promise! This is the last one, I swear!
I will just go to bed when I feel like jogging again.
Copyright © Ida Otayde | Year Posted 2014
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Ida Otayde Poem
Those seeds, yes! those seeds, spread them over there
Or maybe over here, or anywhere else, it can be
Those seeds, yes! those seeds, let them die, embrace death
Take this risk so rare; dig them in, but hey! not too deep, not too deep
Those seeds, yes, you have some in your purse, or on your palms
If you can’t find, may be they were snatched, or already had died
The former was good, but the latter was seem so poignant
Planted seeds will cultivate, the stolen were so fragile
Those seeds! Grant them chance to prove themselves
That when they die, they can live again and give you gain
Otherwise they will be rotten and be eternally fruitless
‘Cause their master is so emotional, stingy, and afraid
Those seeds, they were given, they were also be taken
Naked you came, so as when you leave the earth
Those seeds must be invested, do not waste them into waste
Nor allow them to knot with themselves in the closet
Those seeds, when fully bred, you will be richly blessed
Just take courage, for a slight lose will soon be a huge success
The harder it seems, the greater the exhilaration from victory
But when they died straight, it’s not a loss, it’s still investment
Copyright © Ida Otayde | Year Posted 2014
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Ida Otayde Poem
Once I fell, when I fell for you
And my lit was all about you
I failed on you when I lost you
Then my lit, you brought it with you
I beg you, Please give it back
Neither your heart nor your love
Just give me back my lit, my self
I have nothing, even “I” I can’t utter
You left me not broke ‘coz not a piece remains
The day you went, the days also went away
My heart searched for a picture, or a word or two
But Oh, all of the memories are so fold too
I desire to reminisce, not a hug nor kiss
Just a hint for I dream to proceed to my lit
May be when I have you in my mind, I may regain “I”
But No, it was still a wind, a burdened sigh
Just a thought of you makes me feel so unwise
When I feel for you, I think I better die
This is it –when love and hate collide
They offset, and the person is but doomed at once
The lit I had was not my lit at all
It was ours, it was all yours
You flew and you have it, don’t you?
Please be back, my “I” and my lit are you.
Copyright © Ida Otayde | Year Posted 2014
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