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  Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Tiana Marie
I don't know who she is,
but I can make
believe the truth.

She’s a princess
Of an island
Somewhere right outside Peru.

She’s the daughter
Of a grand king
And a lovely queen too.

I imagine
A long line
Of men who’d want to pursue

The fair maiden
the heiress
Of a throne she’ll soon assume.

She’ll rule with power and grace,
A smile on her face,
Kindness in her heart,
She’ll give the kingdom a new start.

Though some may doubt,
I know that's who she'll be.
Even if she's not,
She'll always be a princess to me.
women the world over have been assigned
a special day by the United Nations
we're all acquainted with these wonderful
individuals in our populations

they come from countries
diverse in culture
and are fecund in their
nature

some being in the fields of
science
education
and
economics
contributing
to
the
world's
dynamics

whilst other are in the fields of
arts
writing
and
entertainment
giving
unto
the
world
much
enjoyment

WOMEN BELIEVING
THAT ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE
WOMEN ACHIEVING
THE IMPOSSIBLE

now to conclude with some athlete's names
they've participated in the Olympic Games
both of them world track and field competitors
Marjorie Jackson and Kathy Freeman female victors
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Feeling in a Vortex, my own supernatural blackhole
Looking for a place to belong, somewhere to go
Spinning,tumbling, twirling, going round and round
Looking for a place to land but not yet found
One day I will be floating free, cut loose for all eternity
Looking down and wondering was I the best I could be
I hope so - this was written a few months back when at work, so guess these feelings were related to a bad work day.
I do currently feel lost at work, the situation has changed and its not something i want to do anymore
I like being home, i wish i could just be home writing, playing with the grandkids but bills must be paid  :)
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Saturday afternoon at about half past three
I would settle down in front of the tv
My Gran and Grandad in their chairs watching Lucille Ball Show or Fred Astair
At 17 45 the football scores would be read
My Grandad checking them off one by one
Chasing 24 points the top score, fingers crossed for a score draw, eight of them would set you right
Ah this week its out of sight, better luck next week, we'll try again
My Gran would always  bake, buns or a cake
Coffee was my choice of drink with Coffeemate instead of milk I was posh I would think
A slice of sponge to go along I can hear my Gran say "are you going to have a slice today"
Then she would always add" there's 3 eggs in there"
I would smile and say please Gran after all It was Saturday and all was right with the world.
Loved my Grandparents this is all so true, happy happy memories
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
When I think of you do I know what I want to say?
Do I get tongue tied, caught in a trap
Do I suddenly get in a flap?
I see you standing over there and want to tell you who I see
I can't find the words to speak my mind
I can't find the words for you and me
I'd like to say I love your eyes
At first glance you seem worldly wise
I'd like to say you have a **** face
Take me home to your place
But when I get close to you
The words I'd practiced in my head get muddled and instead
I whisper I love you quietly and go home alone to bed
Just playing around with words
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