The Year of the Melancholy: Life Likes to Tease

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I will put the poem here also for those who would like to read.

Enjoy.

Life Likes to Tease

Life wakes me up when I’m feeling sleepy

Tells me to shut the hell up when I’m weeping

Takes my money and throws it into the ocean

And dares me to find it

Or else I won’t eat tonight

Life turns some good friends into bad ones

As it introduces them to a girl called Betrayal

Life advises me to make GOOD friends

But LIFE is friends with

Its alter ego who is a thief

The thief calls himself Death

That’s when I understood

“Show me your friend, and I’ll show you your character”

Life is Death in disguise

Life throws a javelin into your immune system

Life names the javelin infirmity

Tells us to stay there

“Stay in your bed! Don’t get up!”

Life throws pepper into your eyes

Calls the effect tears

The river that flows and dries up

“Life, oh life! You are so unfair!”

“I know that,” says life. “I always take that as a compliment”

Thank you for reading and hope to see you in the next post....

Films of Poetry: The Year of the Melancholy

What’s up everyone!!!

It is I, Marietta.

I know some of you miss me. It is definitely, not all of you.

Thank you for patiently waiting for me. I am back. (Terminator)

For those of you who do not know yet, a new section of the blog has been created and that is the Marietta DeGrant YouTube channel.(Subscribe!)

So, since I have launched a YouTube channel, there are more ideas floating in my head. Thus, the birth of Films of Poetry.

I present to you; Films of Poetry.

Films of Poetry is a segment/playlist on my YouTube channel where I do more visual poetry and spoken word and Season 1 is starting this month.

Season 1 has the theme; the year of the melancholy. It may sound depressing already, but if you think about it, it is not.

They are short visual videos that go with the poem and the poems were written by me.

The Year of the Melancholy has six poems.

Life Likes to Tease

Craving for Rain

The Many Faces of Melancholy

Why?

The Year of the Melancholy

Myalgia

They are not extraordinary, so do not expect something huge…lol

Be expecting them super soon, and don’t forget to subscribe and hit the notification bell to be notified anytime I upload a video.

See you in my next post.

Thanks y’all.

Let’s chat: which platform do you personally prefer? IGTV, or YouTube?

A Poem for You

I don’t know whether the official colour(s) for St. Valentine’s Day is red or red and white.

Good morning and happy red day!

I don’t know whether the official colour(s) for St. Valentine’s Day is red or red and white. Some of us did not wake up to red roses and a surprise chocolate and teddy bear or breakfast in bed and yada yada yada.

When I woke up this morning, I was hoping of seeing some love captions with associating pictures on Twitter and Instagram and maybe Facebook.

Like….

Oh, see what she bought me. I love her so much.

My boyfriend is the best. He surprised me with breakfast in bed.

Then we will react with the love reaction and go like awwws and ohhhs.

After 14^th, end of story.

But I have a poem for you today. *insert crowd going wild*. Because that’s how we do every year on the blog right?

Some Things I Love about Him (page 1)

His eyes, like the moonlight made of red dust

His touch, like the kisses of delicate roses

His kisses, like the shores of a happy beach

His hugs, filled with heavenly kisses

His voice, required to open my heart’s gate

His laughter, welcoming me home

So, for your information, this poem was written last year. I decided to review it and make some changes, so the words on the photo might slightly differ from what was just typed on here.

Have a nice day everyone!

Symbolic Poem: The Sky as Your Crown

Nowadays, I call myself a poetic photographer. I have taken smartphone photography as my new passion. I wanted to be a professional lifestyle photographer but I do not need to wait to get enough money to purchase a camera before I start. I decided to start with my smartphone.

So if you want me to take a picture of you using my smartphone, I am always available. I don’t have the best camera quality but I can do something about it.

There is this palm tree at home and it looks funny. It is not dead, but the fronts have withered. It is still firm to the ground, producing palm fruit and providing shade. I wonder if it is normal for a palm nut tree to look like that. To look dead, yet living.

This palm nut tree looked symbolic to me, so I decided to write a short poem about it.

You were in pain

 But you still wore

 The sky as your crown

There are people who are in pain, whether physical pain or emotional pain, but they overlook those pains and care for those they love and grew up with. It is their calling to do that, and they have gladly accepted it.

In the end, try to look at the brighter side of things. Have hope and be strong.

Writing Journal Entry: Bleeding Writer

As I am a writer

The ink is my blood

I bleed words

With pain and sadness

With joy and happiness

With hope to build a home

And love to heal the world

And with romance,

Well--

Let's leave that for space

For that alone can contain

All our romantic fantasy.

~Bleeding Writer by Marietta DeGrant // Writing Journal Entry

Poems You Might Have Missed On My Instagram (Blogtober Day 9)

Hello world!

Happy Thursday! Meaning one more day to the weekend…again. I really need this weekend to catch up with work, and life. So, hurry weekend and please come.

If only I don’t end up like this👇

Lolz xx

Anyway, I sometimes post my poetry on Instagram. If you aren’t following me already, hit follow; @MarieNoelGrant.

Have a nugget of poetry from the Marietta DeGrant Poetry collection. 

Also, don't forget 👇👇👇

To vote for me as Most Influential Student Blogger/Writer by text MBA MARIETTA to 1736 on all networks👍👍👍

Thankies💋💋💋

Marietta DeGrant Poetry: Remind Me

Hello world!

There have been a lot of cloudy/rainy days and I spend the moment by writing poetry. One rainy Monday, I was reflecting and making a list of things (I love making lists) and I realized I needed a lot of reminders in life to move forward, to make my dreams come true and to remember that God loves me. I needed a reminder that I should not be scared of anything and whatever I am going through will turn out to be a blessing.

I looked at the date and I realized that life is moving so fast, I wanted it to slow down. I needed little reminders that would tell me to make every pretty moment a treasure. Reminders that would tell me that life is worthwhile and the people who make my life beautiful should be appreciated.

So I wrote this poem, Remind Me to tell life to remind me of certain things.

This poem is dedicated to people who love me and always wish the best of me.

Dear Life

Remind me of the things I ought to live for

Remind me to slow down

Don’t be too hard on me

By telling me to work hard to earn papers with people’s faces on them

Remind me to appreciate the rain

Remind me to let my skin inhale sunlight

Remind me to kiss my lover every night

Remind me to take pictures of children playing in the mud

Remind me to take a deep breath

Because life is all about capturing memories

And sharing them with the world

With our loved ones first

Remind me to travel to see other parts of the world

Remind me to learn

Remind me to teach my descendants what I have learnt in life

Remind me……to drink water

Throwback Tuesday: Old Poetry Found

Hey world!

Happy World Poetry Day!

A few days ago, I was going through one of my poetry notebooks from my glorious SHS days, and I did discover some horrible poems.

Hahaha xx.

Very embarrassing

I wonder why I called it poetry.

But also, I feel proud of some poems I wrote in those days.

The glorious SHS days, when I used to sign off all my poems with either MarieNoel, or Pink Butterfly.

Pink Butterfly??!! *rolling my eyes* How typical.

I wonder why I used that lame pen name.

Pink butterfly. Argh! 😒

So, today, I will post here one good (not very good) poem and one bad poem from my SHS days.

I’m slowly feeling shy of posting the bad one.

Anyway, here it goes.

The Way We Love

Dreaming of the world we imagine

Painting it with our love colours

If I choose the right colours to paint our world

We would be the perfect couple

If I knew how to select the right colours to paint our love

Our love would be the perfect one.

Wishing that our love would be sweet

Cute, romantic, interesting…

If I knew which brush to use

I would paint it with pride

If I knew which overall to wear

And which ladder to climb to paint the walls of love……

Oh, how our love would be perfect

MarieNoel

Sat 19^th January, 2010

Pink Butterfly™

So, this poem was written for and intended to be given to my future husband. I don’t think I will give it to him. I will write a better one.

Now to the embarrassing poem

When Will I Ever

When will I ever complete school and stop wearing uniforms?

In fact, who even brought about education?

I want to enjoy my life with no school

When will I ever stop listening to boring lessons?

When will I ever?

I want to grow, start driving cars, and get married

Get work, give birth

Take care of my children

When will I ever stop writing tests and exams?

When will I ever?

I want to go on holidays and sing for the rest of my life

When will I ever?

MarieNoel

March 2010

I mean, look at this…..

I even regret writing this. I mean, how? I think I wrote during the time that I did not understand a Physics lessons. I never liked Physics. I still don’t like it.

Even look at the last line….

…..sing for the rest of my life…..

Why did I write this? Sing for the rest of my life how? With which voice?

Anyway, I had fun writing this post and laughing at 17/18 year old self myself.

What do you think of the two poems? Any embarrassing poems you wrote?

A Letter To Poetry

Dear Poetry,

Thank you for being a woman. Thank you for holding me in your bosom. Thank you for your words to write of things that my mouth could not say.

When I am sad, you provide your laps for me to place my head on and you gently run your hand through my rigid discoloured hair.😢 When I am overexcited, you tell me to calm down and give me a pen, to write my feelings through you.😆

When I am angry or upset,😦 you leave me alone, and do nothing about it. That’s when I get disappointed because no words of red frustration comes by. I draw deep zigzag lines and destroy the paper with the tip of the pen. Why, oh why? Can you please tell me why?

Maybe, I’m not supposed to write anything. Maybe, I’ll destroy your works of being the best outspoken person you are.

Thank you for being dynamic. Thank you for transforming me into a better reflective writer. I didn’t like you first but I’m glad I love you now.

Your student,

Marietta.

Short Love Poems by M. G. DeGrant

Currently playing: Mi Naa Bo Po by E.L

Hello world and Happy St. Valentine Day!

I hope your day would be filled with love and red and chocolate and roses and cupid and everything associated with it. 🍫💗💏💑💋

Every year, on the blog, I write a love poem on the blog. This year would be a little different. Instead of writing one love poem, I present to you four short love poems that you can easily remember.

I hope you love them and enjoy them.

These are poems from my imperfect poetry collection.

I have some poems written by me that I claim to be imperfect but I love them too.

Please enjoy, but remember to have fun.

p.s. Mi Naa Bo Po has been on repeat since last week, and I am not tired. I’ll be tired of it soon.

1.Even if my poem is not appreciated by others

 At least I can write about you

 And it would stay between us.

 Everyone would see the faults in my poems

 Only you would appreciate every flaw

 And embrace it with your imperfections

2. Your imperfection is like ice cream

    It has no definite shape

   But every lick is mesmerizing

3. Some people fear the idea of forever

    But I know with you

    Forever is too short a time

4 Put your head at the corner of my neck

And breathe hard into it

For it is soothing to my soul

Talk into it

And let me feel my body vibrate

Which of them was your favourite?

A Marietta DeGrant Poem: Can I Tell You?

I can tell you of my aesthetic dreams

The ones that makes my life look like a dreamland

But if it bores you, it’s ok

I see you are a different taste

I can still tell you of how I look kelewele

The feeling it gives my tongue

But it’s ok if you don’t like it

Because of the spices that makes your nose run

Maybe I can show you my journals

I wrote a story of a girl

I wrote a poem about a boy

But it’s ok if it doesn’t interest you

You hate to read

Can I tell you about the boy next door?

I can tell you about how I admire his lips

And the eyes he uses to wink at me

But it’s ok if you don’t want to listen

You are only interested in yourself

Can I still tell you about my aesthetic dreams?

Write Poetry

When you are in a good mood, write poetry. I tell, it reveals how much of a poet you are. If you are in a very bad mood too, write poetry, in a very bad handwriting and burn it. You will see the flames of your words floating in the air, carrying your anger away.

When you are experiencing the heartbreak where death comes in and takes your favourite person away, write poetry. It will remind death that, no one likes him, so he should back off.

If you are experiencing a heartbreak in friendships, relationships or death, write a poem and bury it. One day, your ex-boyfriend, ex-girlfriend, ex-friend would find it, and will regret breaking your heart, whether it is fragile or hard, and will regret leaving you.

When you are in love, write poetry. It will remind love that, she is saturation, and makes people observe the mole under your chin, and tell you how beautiful your mole is. It will remind love that, she is something else. Something we cannot understand.

When you feel unappreciated, or when people look down on you, write poetry. One day, people will find it, and regret doing that. They will learn the lesson that, anyone can come up at any time. It will also remind you that, you made it.

Underground

I once read a post on Naa Takia’s blog and she was talking about being a poet and not a performer, and I went like YEEEEAAAHHHH! I REALLY NEEDED SOMEONE TO BE ON MY SIDE! And I found one! OMG! I thought I was the only one being discriminated because of this.

She wrote how she is a poet and how most people expect her to also be a spoken word artist. Wow! I am also a poet but NOT a spoken word artist. The difference between us is Naa Takia is famous, and I’m not.

Hehehe xx. Is that a point?

Forget about it. Anyway, I love to write; poetry, short stories, blog posts…….. and everything in between. But I do not perform spoken word. I am not a spoken word artist. I can’t even stand in front of people to speak (except, I’m supposed to act in a play). I am the kind of poet who hides in her room, or a quiet place like the beach and tell stories in my journal, or write a poem. You don’t expect me to stand in front of people to tell you what I have memorized??? In fact, the stage light will even blind my mind and make me confuse. At the end of it, I will, maybe black out, or something worse.

Anyway, I am a poet. I can call myself that, because I write in short lines, whether it rhymed or not, whether it made sense or not. Even if, no one knows me, I am an underground poet, an underground writer, unless I get discovered or ….or something.

There are lots of wonderful poets out there, hiding like me. Don’t expect them to also stand on the stage. If you ever see me on the stage, I’ll be giving a speech or talk, or being an actress, or in a choreography or winning an award.

I leave you with a question, Do you expect playwrights to be acting on the stage?

Or maybe, I have another simple question. Do you expect song writers to be singers?

Toodles! 

Poetry: Nail Polish

Hello world! It's been long a poem by me was featured on the blog. 

Here you go. One for you, written earlier this year.

NAIL POLISH

The cover as my brush

And my nails as my canvas

I need pink for cuteness

I need white for coziness

Oh, I need the colour red for confidence

Black would make me look dark

Purple will make me look smart

Oh gold, oh gold

Come and make me look rich

Brown, make me retain my African colour

Nude, bring me newness, a fresh start

Silver, remind me of Christmas

The colour peach

Remind me of who I am

I am Marietta

And I love the peach nail polish

Poetry: Dream Of Me

Do you dream of me?

When you close your eyes, do you dream of me?

When you hear my name, do you dream of me?

Do you dream of my smiles?

Do you dream of my laughter?

Do you dream of my tears?

Do you dream of my touch?

My caress

My squeeze

My complaints

My annoyance

Do you dream of my prayers for you?

My fast for you?

Do you dream of my love for you?

My want of you?

My need of you?

When you see my face, do you dream of me?

When you hear my voice, do you dream of me?

Do you dream of my mistakes?

My imperfections

My downfall

My adversary

My adversity

When you see my lips, do you dream of my kisses?

My soft whisperings

My lullaby

When you see my eyes, do you dream of my tears?

My joy

My sadness

My little white lies

When you see my heart, do you dream of my love for you?

My anger

My heavenly peace

When you see me, do you dream of my feelings?

My excitement

My shiver

Do you ever dream of me?

A Star Is Born

This poem was written during the Christmas of 2012. I viewed Jesus Christ as a tiny king lying in the manger. A king, born at a place that smells of animals and dry grass.

It is time

Shout it on the mountain tops

That a star is born

Let’s start to ring the bell

A star is born

Announce it, so that all the world would know

That kid is coming to shine

So, come on everybody, shout out loud

He’s a hero, a bright burning light

So blow your horn

A star is born

Don’t lose hope at all

‘Cause He’s coming to make us pure white

Go! Tell it your neighbor

To go see where the tiny King is laid

Come on! Come on! Sing out loud!

All ye citizens of Heaven

A star is born, let’s go greet Him

And welcome Him with our arms full of weary hugs

Tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a foe too

A great light is shinning

A baby king, born of a Virgin’s womb

A star is born!!!

The Christmas Dream

This Christmas poem was written on Tuesday, 20^th November, 2012. I was feeling nostalgic of all my Christmases and I combined the feelings to write this poem, including the ones I would experience for my next Christmases.

Hope you will enjoy it and know my Christmas dreams

Merry Christmas

It’s that time of the year again

Where the carols sing their tunes

Delicious smell of melodies wafting from the radios

Children in the choir

Rehearsing for a heavenly moment

It’s that time of the year again

For cheer to be abundant

Christmas tree lights blinking in rooms

Wreaths hang on the entrance door

And ornaments enlighten the season

It’s that time of the year again

Where people be with their people

Somebodies moving home

To have memories to share

And hold someone in their arms

It’s that time of the year

When bells are rang

And angels sing with their goose bumps-making voices

To announce the one child, the very child

Who brings a smile to every living being

It’s the time of the year again

Where the atmosphere is so different

Lives are saved and made happy

Charity works show their might

Just to make everyone smile the Christmas smile

It’s the time of the year ………again

Where the lovers wait for the moment

To kiss under the mistletoe

Waiting for the 12am New Year’s chime

To get a New Year’s kiss bliss

It’s the time of the year

Where parents are on the rush

To get their kids the thing they want

The toys, the presents, the reindeers

But Father Christmas gets the credit

It’s that time of the year

Where we would hear “O Come”

O Come On Out, Come On Out

There is the greatest joyous news ever!!!

Jesus Christ is born

The Christmas Anthem

The Christmas Anthem

Source

Salute the happy morn

Where the verses and chorus sing

Salute the happy morn

And let the angels announce His birth

Rise up, O children of God

Let’s march to the holy ground

Where He lies with straw

And let’s salute Him

Salute the happy morn

Glory to the new born king

Everyone, rise up and salute the king

He’s arrived with His salvation

To free us from our bondage

Good tidings we hear from glory

Hear the golden harps being played

And let’s bow down

Salute the happy morn

Say it everywhere, in the air

Christ is born in Bethlehem

Ring the bells, ring the bells!

Christmas begins tonight

Let’s shush right now

And let Him sleep

Attention! And Salute! 

No Right

To the guy who loved me for just a few hours

No Right

It was his birthday

But I had no right to kiss him

I wished him well

But I had no right to say "I love you"

The feelings that made us leap

Has faded in his soul

But mine is still a volcanic eruption

He was my best friend

But he's now a total stranger

I see him in the streets

But I have no idea who he is

I see him in my dreams

But he's with someone else

I wrote a poem for him

But I have no right to give it to him

At night, I hug his picture

Kiss it, and cry silently

Because I have no right

To tell him "I miss you"

Blog Announcement !!!

Hello world!

How is your day going? Great, right? Or not so great. I'm having a great me-time this long vac and I'm slowly crossing out my long vac bucket list.

Anyway, I have an announcement to make.

Everyone has heard of tumblr, right? (Like....duh) Who hasn't? I remember it became so huge when I was a teenager, everyone was having an account. So I made one, but the sad thing is I didn't know what to use it for. Yes, you heard me. I created it when I was in secondary school but had no idea what to use it for. But my account is  not dead. I still remember my username and password.

But........ I've gotten an idea.

I now know what to use it for.

World, I'm using my tumblr account for my literary works.

There, I would be posting my short stories, poems and other literary works of mine. That little space of the internet would be used for that.

That's right. But even though, that place would be used for that, I'll still be posting them here again, because this blog was originally used for my literary works before it turned into a "literary/lifestyle " blog.

So head over to Marietta's Literary Bag for a more experience of literary works of Marietta DeGrant.

It just got better.

Have a blessed day!