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Jackie Mead Apr 2019
Young love, holding hands
Swimming in the surf, walking on the sands

Young love, sweetly kiss
Life is a blast, full of promise

Young love, dancing at night
In each others arms, holding each other tight

Young love , declaring their future
Baring their souls, whispering to each other

Young love , full of romance
Living life, taking every chance

Young love, open and true
Standing in front of each other, vowing "I do"

Young love, starting out with a plan
To be together forever and build their own large clan

Young love, becomes mature
Still walking on sands talking of the future
Jackie Mead Apr 2019
We watch on television as Our Lady, The Notre Dame
Becomes totally engulfed in searing hot flames

Mourning the loss of a building 850 years old
Recalling stories and tales once told
Of times we visited and paid our respects
Rejoicing in the glorious paintings within and the beauty of its outstanding Gothic architect

Dear to the heart of the people of Paris
The core of the building will be truly missed

Clear the rubble and the embers,
Give thanks for the work of the Pompiers, no one lost their life, remember
Secure the structure, save any Art that can be found
And hope the Parisiens can turn this around

Pray In time The Notre Dame will rise once again
As it nestles in its island on the River Seine
Sad evening tonight to see The Notre Dame in flames, one Fireman injured but no lives lost.

I wrote this Poem, thinking of the times I've been,  last time I attended with Keith my Mum and Dad. It was a wonderful break, Notre Dame was extremely busy, we sat outside for some time just basking in its beauty and just pleased to be there in its presence. Dad couldn't walk too well, so it wasn't possible to go in.

I hope it resonates with someone.

Our thoughts are with you Paris #notredameinflames
Jackie Mead Apr 2019
Slowly, opening, displaying their leaves
Through hues of all colours their magic weaves

Calla, Tiger, Stargazer
Fragrant, Vibrant, Bright as a lazer

Sitting pretty, on my kitchen shelf
Water maintaining their perfect health

Purple in colour they are very pleasing to the eye
Everyone comments as they pass by

A wonderful fragrance perfumes the room
A wonderful flower, a beautiful bloom

The perfect flower  to say "thank you"
Or to walk down the aisle with, when you say "I do
Jackie Mead Mar 2019
Is it true to say that before I loved you, I lived another day?

I am not so sure, when I saw you standing on the shore, time stood still.

The first time I saw you, you wore no shoes on your feet, paddling in the water just a few inches deep.
I was swept away by your ordinariness and could not wait to meet.

You see, they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I beheld you and could think of no other.

You had long dark hair that hung to your shoulders.
When you turned towards me, I met your eyes blue, with a look of smoulder.

You had a tiny waist, curvy hips, and long legs.
I was powerless to ignore you and got down on one knee to beg.

I begged your company, a walk along the shoreline.
During the short walk I determined to make you mine.

We spent a week in each others company.
Night and day proving our love in every way.

We made a promise not to lose touch.
We craved each others closeness and tender touch.

Our last night together I knew what to do.
I got down on one knee to offer my shoe.

My shoe a symbol of the first day we met.
It was a gamble and I hoped I would not lose the bet.

The last forty years have gone by in a flash.
But my beautiful wife awaits and now I must dash.

You see I declare;

Love does indeed come from nothing, first there was nothing, then there was my lovely wife.
No other person has ever had such an impact on my life.
That fateful day, my heart was stolen.
My life fulfilled and blessed with many children
Watching Descendants  with George Clooney on the flight from London to New York and one line in the film inspired this poem.
I hope you enjoy
Jackie Mead Mar 2019
The Dog they say is Man’s Best Friend
Loyal and faithful, he will follow his Master until the Worlds End.
He runs, he lays, he sits on command.
If his  Master requests he will lay his paw in his hand

Man’s Best Friend comes in all shapes and sizes
Some are bouncy, fun and full of surprises
Some are as fast as a streak of lightening
Some are quite big and to small children quite frightening
Some will gladly retrieve the ball, place it at your feet
Some will only obey your command, for a small treat

Man’s Best Friend, many types abound
Some have short bodies, with bellies that touch the ground
Some are so hairy you can’t see their eyes
Some are so small they look undersize
Some are large and quite clumsy
Some are yappy and some are grumpy

Man’s Best Friend work hard for their Masters
They carry out tasks that really matter
They listen for when the doorbell rings
Bark when the boiling kettle sings
They guide their Master when out for a walk
Sit obediently at your feet when you stop to talk


Man’s Best Friend is a beloved member of the family
Makes himself at home, takes the best seat in the house, happily
The family wouldn’t have it any other way
One things for sure, Man’s Best Friend is here to stay
Jackie Mead Mar 2019
Sid the Snake, slithers
Sid the Snake, stealthily glides
Amongst rushes, Sid the Snake hides

Venom in his Fangs
Sid the Snake, hunts for its prey
Will Sid eat today

Sid hisses his warning
Fangs immobilise, cause pain
Sid  the Snake, winning today

Avoid Sid the Snake
Give Sid the Snake a wide berth
Stay safe, know your worth

Sid the Snake, slithers
Sid the Snake, stealthily glides
Amongst rushes, Sid the Snake hides
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