The Pilgrim… Yemie

This is the final guest post on my 1st blogging anniversary list of poems. I saved it for the last because I know many can identify with the sentiments here and might get some encouragement here too. And guess what? This was written by Yemie (who still hasn’t convinced me why she shouldn’t take poetry more seriously).☺

Thanks girl for who you are – a big support and source of encouragement. With all the positive energy radiating from you, no ”negative ion” stands a chance.

Dear friends, I present to you again, Yemie!

Winning Wayfarer

I am strong
Am I?
I may well be wrong
Aren’t I?

With fear a constant companion
A strange bedfellow
How do I emerge a champion?
I wonder, I bellow

I am a mere mortal
Conflicted, unsure
Crouched at Earth’s portal
A fish, washed ashore

Will I get through the journey ahead?
My feet will not move, not even a step
I need to be held and led
Yellow-bellied, and in desperate need of help

‘Let the chips fall where they may
Your inner fear, keep at bay
Go at it hammer and tongs, as you journey along the way’
A little voice in my head did say

Waves of emotions surge
Anger, courage and hope merge
A fire is stirred and it glowers
I rise, free from all encumbrances

My strides are sure and purposeful
My soul rejoices, melodies from my heart ring
I am bursting forth with vitality, joyful
As I make my way onwards, soaring upon Eagle’s wings

I yell out in victory
No longer will I whimper in entreaty
I bask in my moment of glory
A wayfarer, adrift upon life’s trajectory

Goofing Off In Fun Lines & Rhymes… Yemie

My first guest post is from the beautiful Yemie. She doesn’t consider herself a blogger, though many of us know better  🙂 . However, I cajoled her into writing a poem for us and after fighting tooth and nail to decline the invitation, we finally got the beautiful, playful piece below. Yemie sizzles, for no other reason than that she expresses herself with everything she’s got. No holds barred. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Yemie!

Goofing Off In Fun Lines & Rhymes

Tick-tock goes the clock
A tap and rap on my door, knock-knock
I reach out and unlock
With the strength of a Jock

‘Write me a poem’, she sweetly coos
Chuckling, I belt out a sound ‘boo hoo’
And make a quick dash for the loo

‘You aren’t wriggling free of this one Cherie’, she cajoles
‘Oh dear! Do I feel like a Felon on parole’
A pocketful of lines, I must dole
‘However did I end up in this Hellhole?’
Totally zero to the bone

Struggling I hit a brick wall
Running into writer’s block, I fall
‘Dear Lord, please help me stand tall’
As I heed this unusual call

Like a ship listing away from the dock
I put my pen to paper and take stock
If I die I die, I mock
In all, I know I am a rock

On to the tick-tock, I don’t stop
I reel out my lines so tight, it’s no doo-wop
Hitting a home run, I yell out ‘Touchdown’!
Work done, hair down I go out on the town