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Jackie Mead Aug 2018
I search each person that I find,
Wondering whats going on in their mind,
Who are these people, where do they go?
Are they hurting of body, mind and soul?
Or are they happy with their life?
Carefree and spirited, no strife,
So many people, so many situations,
Let us not judge by race or nation
Let us help each other as best we can,
One Mother, one Father, One as Man
I wrote this in a collaboration on another website but thought it stood on its own as its own poem.
Hope you enjoy.
She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
  Aug 2018 Jackie Mead
Pagan Paul
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Which crimson bud
doth burst forth white,
which lovely flower
doth perfume the night,
flourish and flutter
doth stamen and petal,
the bee upon beauty
doth gently settle.



© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)
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  Aug 2018 Jackie Mead
Pagan Paul
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The larks playing on a summer breeze,
and finches darting in betwixt the trees,
my mind is enthralled by what it sees.

A lark lands on my shoulder,
and it sang to me a secret,
I would love to tell it to you,
but I promised I would keep it.



© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)
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for my muse ;-)
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Jackie Mead Aug 2018
The River Exe flexes and flows, as the water meanders sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

It opens it's arms and stretches wide, wriggles its toes and opens it's eyes, to greet a brand new day.

It glistens and gleams on a bright sunny day as it tumbles slowly from A to B, everyone smiling at how it flows so freely, making them stop and take some time, helping them find peace, become free of mind.

On an overcast day it appears angry and dark, it sounds so loud, like thunder it roars, making each of us aware of its presence, it can bring down trees and power cables, making us feel very unstable.

The rains fall heavy and the River Table rises, we have done our maths there are no surprises, we have built Canals, Reservoirs and Weirs to contain the extra additional fallen rain.

Still this may not be enough, the River Bank is Mr Tough, it will burst it's banks without a care, leaving us in it's wake, no prisoners it will take.

But the path it flows is lucious and green, it's a beautiful spot very serene, birds and fish swim in its waters, flowers and trees grow by it's side, adults and children play in kayaks and canoes, it's somewhere to go where there are lots of things to do.

As the River Exe Ebbs and Flows sometimes fast and sometimes slow, mimicking the pace of life, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, we all need a place to go, where we can feel peace of mind, relax, sitback and unwind - where do you go to find your peace of mind?
Jackie Mead Aug 2018
The Colour of Life

Red, Green, Yellow and Blue.
The colours that designate my love of you.
Add a dash of Purple too, you get the mixture of colours i see when i truly look at you.

You are the Red of Desire, one look and you send my pulse higher and higher.

You are the Green of envy i see when another looks your way.

You are the Yellow sun on an otherwise colourless day.

You are the Blue of a clear sky, following a stormy sea you truly anchor me.

You are the Purple of creativity, giving a wealth of love and devotion, calming me.
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