Monday, December 17, 2012


In a few days

I will be closing up

Shutting down

Letting go

Locking the door

Walking away

Throw away the key

Walk into the sunrise

This time it is I who choose

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, December 13, 2012


1, 2,3,4,5
You count as she walks away
You stop and wait
She stops
And looks back
She smiles
And walks away
Whoo hooo!
You shout to yourself
Jump, do a jig and sing
She likes me
Oh she likes me
She can’t get enough of me,
She will be back
You try to convince yourself while doing the M.J walk

1, 2,3,4,5
She counts as she walks away
You stop and wait
She stops
Looks back
Walks away while thinking
I got him
He thinks he got me
Oh, let me fool him
Watch him fall all over me
She walks away doing the Beyonce walk.

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


It has been months since I saw you
Our last conversation was spit fire and anger
You give me that big smile and bear hug
I get a whiff of your cologne and my knees go weak
My heart starts to beat at 100 BPM
We order lunch and later take a walk to get ice cream
All the while I watch you as you eat
Swallow your food
Lick your lips
How I would like to touch them one last time
It feels just like old times
You take me home
At the door
As you bend down and kiss me on the cheek
I steal a kiss
I see the fire in your eyes
I feel your muscles stiffen
I hear you hold your breath
I walk in
Close the door gently
Your foot is in the door
You push it open
Close it behind you
You grab me
We kiss passionately
I try to push you away
But you hold me tight
Imprison me with your arms
We kiss again
As we struggle to remove our clothes
You lay me down on the carpet
You kiss my neck
Move down to my breasts and suckle them
My hands gently caress your back
I hold you tight as you put your mouth on my breast
Like a baby you suckle it
Slowly, seductively, carefully
You move to my torso
Daisy awakes as you lick her
Your tongue separates her lips
Deeper it goes
Tasting the juice
Letting me explode in your mouth
You enter me
I stop breathing for a minute
You move up and down all the while caressing me
For a minute we glance at each other
Eyes locked
Moving to the same beat
Up and down
Down and up
I scream your name
Hold you tight
As we reach the climax.
In the morning
I see the letter on the table
It reads;
My pumpkin,
Last night was the best I ever had. Unfortunately, this cannot happen again. We cannot see each other again. I love you. You will always hold a special place in my heart but this is the last time we will see each other. Goodbye my love.
Cheri. Kisses

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


Your touch
Your kiss
Your smile
Your caress
Your shyness – which is a turn on
Your naughty laugh
Your try at being sarcastic
The way we cuddle
Fight for the covers
The talks
And most of all
I miss you

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Monday, December 3, 2012


Just because he smiles when he looks at you
Doesn’t mean he digs you
Just because he walks up to you and says hi
It doesn’t mean he is into you
Just because he likes you more than a friend
That does not mean he is in love with you
Just because he hangs out with you
Invites you to the pub on a Friday night with his pals
It doesn’t mean he has future plans with you
Just because he invites you into his house
Lets you cook for him in his kitchen
Clean his house and wash his clothes
That doesn’t mean he wants to marry you
He may hang out with you
Let you into his world
Party with you
Flirt with you
Dance erotic dances with you
And leads you on
Maybe he wants…..

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, November 29, 2012


I look at your page everyday
I am your friend on facebook
I scan through your photos
I tag myself
I like your posts
I reply to your posts
I send you random messages
I follow you on twitter
I re-tweet your posts
I tweet you but no reply
I follow you on four square
I know your favorite restaurants
I check in when you do
And check out when you leave
I download your pictures and store them on my laptop
I would like to get to know you
Can we be more than friends?
Maybe lovers
I want to get to know you body, heart and soul

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, November 28, 2012


She sits on your desk
Skirt above her thighs
Blouse buttoned down
You pull your chair closer
Get a sneak of the honey pot
She kisses your ear
Your neck
Your mouth
Her hands slide down
You are swollen and ready to burst
You lick your lips in anticipation
She turns your laptop
Opens your e-mail account
Dictates the instructions
Dictates the pay package
You sign and click send
It is official
She stands up
Adjusts herself
Pats down her hair
With a twinkle in her eye
She winks and leaves the card
See you at eight
Don’t be late.

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Tuesday, November 27, 2012


I wish my twins were smaller
I wouldnt have to wear such a big cap
And consider their size when buying tops
I wish my hips were straight
I would rock skinny jeans
And swing to the beat of “in those jeans”
And fit into anything small like Leche
I wish voice was like Joey’s
I would be on a radio station
Rocking the nation
I wish my curves were like Curves
I would rock a skirt suit with killer heals
I wish my body was just a little bit smaller in certain areas
I wish I could eat lots of junk food like Nessa
And not have to see the results a week later
A little trim there
A tuck here
Maybe a nose job
Then I’d be picture perfect
To you perfect doesnt count
In my eyes I am past  im-perfect

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, November 15, 2012


I watch you stealing glances as we walk
I watch as you take care of me
I know you care
I know you have my back
Your little gestures
Opening the doors
Pulling a seat for me
Kissing me on the cheek
Gently hugging me
Gently holding my back
Curling your fingers around mine
I can’t imagine living without you
You are my sun
You are my moon
My world revolves around you
You don’t have to try so hard
For me to love you
The minute you shook my hand
And said hello
You stole my heart.

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection.

Thursday, November 8, 2012


Watching things from a distance is my specialty,
 All I do is nod for conformity. 
Nothing I'd say would change a thing as you have already decided,
 And just like that, the conversation ended.
No breaking out, or sign of movement.
 I don't scream nor shout,
Attracting attention is the last thing that would count.

Simple thoughts of what I want,
Nothing to deal with follow ups
 Jump, swing and slide in my comfort zone,
Only to find I'm swinging towards the firing squad.
 I get what I want,
 But this one,
This one time among the many one times,
 I leave it without reason.
Tired of putting up a fight,
 I'd watch it from a distance,
Because I know I'm right.

Written by “Silent”.

Monday, November 5, 2012


The night is quiet
All I hear is your regular breathing
I cuddle closer
As I lay in your arms
I get these dreams
I see him
I hear him
It is always the same
He wants to come back
He wants us back
He made a mistake
In the end he walks away
My heart gets broken again
You turn kiss my forehead
Caress my arm
I toss and turn
Wake up drenched in sweat
Later I get a text message
“Hey! I was just wondering how you both are doing?”
Are these
Vivid dreams
I am finding it hard to let you go L

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Monday, October 29, 2012


I would do it with you
I would do it in
Different positions
Entwined in each other’s arms
You on top of me
Me on top of you
Sitting on top of you
Try the 69
In the kitchen
In the bathroom
In the Jacuzzi
On the balcony
In the car
On the train
On the bus
In the bedroom
I would do it again
With you and only you
I would not have to think twice

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, October 25, 2012


I don’t know how to let go
I am not sure where to start
I am not sure how to start
It feels like I am floating
Between limbo and purgatory
I miss laying my head on his chest
I miss the phone calls
I miss the giggles and whispers
I miss holding hands
And walking next to him
Is what I am feeling normal?
Or is it not?
I have so much
I do not know how to let go
I am trying to be a big girl
There are those times
I pick up the phone
Dial the number
Quickly disconnect
Least I sound childish
What do I do?
How do I do it?
Is there a manual?
Is it written somewhere?
Is it written on a scroll?
This is one storm
I do not know how to conquer
This is one storm
I cannot see the light
This is one storm
I want to wake up from
This is one storm
I wish I saw coming
This is one storm
No medication can numb
Is this the storm before the calm?

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection.

Don't Call Me Poet.

He wrote a poem titled it the last poet
he was in the poem era, the last before all went quiet…
And the only sound I could hear was rhyme and flow
so, maybe I sound like this in slow motion,
maybe I found my place in flow motion.
But I don’t think you should call me poet, without caution.

A little about me though no autobiography; I flunked literature class, 
needless to add I don’t have my poetic license.
So I read twice as much as I write, when I write,
My scripts are ten times better than when I spit.
Guess my ten fingers can take credit for this.

Don’t call me poet, I don’t think I've graduated.
So what if my thoughts sound like they've marinated
I’m not there yet but I’m steadily moving toward it,
all I need is this ink for what I feel, to word it
I don’t seek for you to understand this, what I want is
for you to feel me as though you’re blind and I’m Braille.

Don’t call me poet, I know nothing about rhythm,
my pace is uneven, maybe I lack lyrical fitness.
The only beat I know and write to, that of my heart.
And that’s another 72 reasons every minute
why me and pen will never part.

Written by Edgar Akama.