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Jackie Mead Nov 2018
Growing up in a whirl
Not sure if I’m boy or girl
Playing with *****, bikes and bats
Doing what is expected by my Mum and Dad
Waiting for the day I can make them proud
Make the change, grow my wings and fly
Change my appearance, set myself free
Live a new life, just being me.

From an early age, being picked on daily by other boys
Pulling my hair, kicking, taking my toys
Calling me names, designed to hurt
Spiting in my face, spraying hateful name tags on my shirt
Fighting with my parents, begging them to set me free
Let me live my life, let me be me

People judge who they see, without getting to know the real me
I don’t fit the normal mode
I don’t act as I am told
Some people consider me brave and bold
Others consider me outside the mould

Here I sit, fifteen years old
Waiting for the seasons to change from warm to cold
Slashing my wrists, marking my arms, using a knife to self-harm
Waiting for Winter to become Spring
Waiting for a new age to begin, a life of choices, a life fulfilling
Only then will I be free to spread my wings and fly
Transforming from caterpillar to a living breathing, happy, Butterfly
Watching a series called Butterfly about a young boy who feels strongly that he should be a girl.
Growing up is hard, children are hurtful when they don't understand.
Anyone who is different for any reason knows how hard it can be.
The poem is inspired by the series.
Jackie Mead Oct 2018
Pumpkin spiced lattes and Pumpkin pie
Slimy fingers and frogs eyes
Masks that make you scream with fear
All in abundance at this time of year

Carved Pumpkin faces atop your steps
Candles lit and inset
Giving the Pumpkin an eerie glow
Making it look ghostly, ethereal

Children in costumes, fancy dress
Hoping to catch your eye, impress
Knocking on doors, trick or treat
Hoping to collect a yummy sweet

Pumpkin spiced lattes and Pumpkin pie
Slimy fingers and frogs eyes
Masks that make you scream with fear
All in abundance at this time of year
Happy Halloween my friends
Jackie Mead Oct 2018
As the sun sets on another glorious day.
All the colours of fire, come out to play.
Red, yellow and orange light up the sky.
Creating patterns to delight your eye.
Sitting, relaxing, drink in hand.
As the sunsets on these gorgeous sands.
Beautiful sunsets in Aruba
Jackie Mead Oct 2018
Pelicans gracefully sweep and soar in the clear blue Carribean sky.

Iguanas lazy at first, quicken as they walk by.

Pelicans hunting for their tea, hover over the green blue Carribean sea.

Iguanas of brown, blue and green, disguise themselves, not keen to be seen.

Pelicans, hover, swoop then dive, catching fish for their tea.
Showing their skills to anyone that wishes to see.
Wonderful birds in all their glory.

Igaunas flick out their tongue to catch a leaf for their tea.
Avoiding the rays of the hot sun, underneath a shady tree.

Fascinating to watch and see these beautiful creatures in all their glory.
Instead of people watching its nature watching
Jackie Mead Sep 2018
Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum.
Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum in the Carribean Sun.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat,
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums fast and strong,
Steel drums create a vibrant song.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums beating loud,
Steel drums, skills the locals play proud.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums vibrant rhthym,
Steel drums send you to heaven.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums make you sing
Steel drums let you know your feeling.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums stir up the heat,
Steel drums make you feel alive in the Carribean heat.

Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum,
Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum in the Carribean Sun.
Aruba
Jackie Mead Sep 2018
Holding Hands
Footprints in the sand
Bodies entwined
Connected Body, Heart and Mind

Nurturing our seeds, watching them grow
Tending their every needs, learning to let go

Crying over lost loved ones
Hugging each other tight
Making their favourite supper
Waiting up at night

Tenderness, lust and desire
Encouraging loved ones to reach higher and higher

Creating memories
Washing away miseries
Catching them when they fall
Being there with your loved ones, through the long haul

We may argue and disagree, though i would never cause you pain
You are my light and dark
You are my sun and rain
From you, my darling, i cant refrain
Jackie Mead Sep 2018
How do you define love?
How do you begin?
Come with me on this journey and explore,
The emotion of love that we all truly adore,
The emotion that we all seek to receive,
The emotion that makes us weak at the knees.
An emotion that has been written about in Music, Stories, Poetry
An emotion we have captured in paint,
An emotion we long for to hold and cherish, let noone taint.

Songwriters have written lyrics, declaring their feelings of desire,
Different Genres, Ballads, Rock Anthems,Jazz, Rhythm andBlues,
Singing of love for cars, women and drink.

Singing of the Power of Love and who started the fire,
Singing of pain, hurt, unrequited love, betrayal too
Songs making us remember, desire and think.

Music so light and pretty,
Music that rises slowly to a high crescendo,
Music of passion, devotion, trust and loyalty.

Music that is dark and *****,
Music that takes you down low,
Music of betryal, mistrust and insanity.

Artists take to the brush to paint a picture clear,
Of women walking on a bridge parasol in hand,
Portraying feelings of lust, romanticism and fear,
Of lovers dancing on the beach leaving footprints in the sand.

Portraying their love of the beauty that surrounds, women and children with beguiling smiles,
Portraits that make you laugh, cry and stand still for a while.

Artists that capture the perfect smile,
Artists that capture that capture the love in the eyes,
Artists that capture that moment, once in a while,
Artists that capture that bond, those ties.

Poets create a picture with their words,
Bringing to mind lust and desire,
Writing of feelings that matter.
Making you cry, laugh, raising your emotions higher and higher,
Using words that describe, pain, and hurt,words that charm and flatter.

Poets that tell a story of hardship, friendship and survival,
Poets that make you laugh, cry and bring about revival.

Poets that write of emotions,
Poets that write of tenderness,
Poets that write of devotion,
Poets that write of togetherness.

Throughout the centuries we are bequiled by love,
How it hurts, how it heals,
The emotions love makes you feel.

How it is won, how it is lost.
Love at what price, what cost?

How we desire love from each other,
How we desire the love of our father and mother.

How love can raise you up and let you down,
How love can get a smile out of a frown.

How love can be your freedom and yet love can smother,
There is no medium that can capture all the different aspect of love for each other.

Love is unique,
Love can be bleak.

Love is scary,
Love can be weary.

Love is strength,
Love can be any time, any length.

Love is freedom,
Love can be your guiding beacon.

Each and everyone of us, feels love in someway
How do you recognise love? if love spoke to you, what would it say?
it's a bit long but what do you think?
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