koko boocro

Jamaican flavored – Wood, Needle & Word Craft

On Loving Surrender 

He had his hooks in her

She did not try to escape 

But adjusted within instead 

In order to create space.

The place where they joined 

Would always be tender

And much more delicate

Was their loving surrender.  -ria



He was never the one

To be sorry for himself

As the pressure rose

Thoughts got more intense

Wasting not one moment 

Wallowing in self pity

Since engaging his brain

Sorted through complexity 

There were some solutions 

Which don’t come to mind

Before thorough thinking

Over what is to be redefined

Then with focused intentions 

On what’s to be accomplished 

The route to the actual goal

Is then thoroughly established 

Having never been the type

To accept sympathetic gestures

When finding suitable resolutions 

Gave him so much more pleasure 

The effects of his diligence

And his unwavering fate

Strengthens the foundation 

Beneath the greatness he creates
Ria 2017

Risking Tomorrow 

​Risking Tomorrow 
The little transparent wings

Were flapping fast as they could

Towards the light from the candle

Which wasted no time to singe 

To death such inquisitive things 

There is no item of interest 

That should be so captivating 

That it can deprive one of

Acquiring what would be best

Without even the slightest protest

Fluttering to the very end

Watching the best of us fade

As we fly towards the source

Often blinded by what we defend

Driven to an untimely descent

But the pull of the lovely glow

Has broken some curious hearts

And left many others in similar pain

Familiar only to those who know

The value of risking tomorrow 
The heights around the heat 

Are only seen by the very brave

Knowing that even but to try

Is for the most part sweet

When the effort is complete 

Ria 2017 

On Meaningful Things 

She never liked small talk

And preferred conversations 

Which required taking the route

Of least frivolous interactions. 

There were meaningful things

That hearts and minds will hide

Behind the very decayed facade

Covering variations of pride. -ria

On Every Little Thing 

The general idea right now

Is to implement proper plans

So that before things change

There would be preparations.

Since it would be very late

To begin amidst the drought

Trying to fix every little thing 

That could have been sorted out.  -ria


It had begun to feel

As though a whole lifetime 

Was spent in preparation 

Creating specific guidelines 

With the mixed emotions 

Came the time to implement 

All the little intricate details 

Of a mellowed temperament

He had brought into her life

The type of satisfaction 

That is only worthy of

Utter and complete dedication 

Finding now at this juncture 

Having gotten so much more

Than even to this point

They had both bargained for 

Devotion made a difference

In their unusual union

She had filled him up fully

Leaving no area in exclusion

He had become her solace

And every moment together 

Was the making of a love 

Fortified under pressure
Ria 2017

On The Sweetest Blend 

Sliding his hand up her skirt

She held onto his wrist

Since she been expecting 

A moment such as this.

While the energy passing

In between them constantly 

Was like bolts of pure passion

In the sweetest blend of honesty. -ria


Sometimes he was filled

With the unholy spirit

And it pushed his psyche

To unforeseen limit

He had desperate ways 

Sadly not drowned by drinking 

But silenced them at times

Without feeling like sinking

The levels of his descent

Was hard for him to measure

Falling below the lines

Into a seeming displeasure 

Often while lost somewhere 

Crushed under the influence 

A flicker of old memories

Begun to ride his conscience 

There were other persons

Affected by his inebriation 

Though he made an effort

To avoid the confrontation 

Growing accustomed now

To the loneliness that comes

When his insobriety magnified 

What he’d been hiding from
Ria 2017

On Parallel  Parts 

Outside of the idiosyncrasies 

What was accustomed to being

For the most part ignored

Not much more could be seen. 

If anything was ever revealed

It was never from deep inside

Only the very parallel parts

Which had no desire to hide.  -ria

Blog at

Up ↑


It contains the world best places and things.

The Graveyard

Short Stories and other snippets

nanaghanaba's Blog

A great site

Mrinalini Raj


%d bloggers like this: