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Jackie Mead Aug 2019
There is Poetry in everything we see
From the peaks of snow-covered mountains
To the depths of the deep blue sea

There is Poetry to be scribed by the tip of your pen
Descriptions of wondrous landscapes from Cornish Tors to Scottish Glens

There is Poetry to be scored from the heart
Take love, add a pinch of romance, that's a warm and snuggly place to start

There is Poetry to be slugged from the depth of a bottle
With darker colours that become stormy and sometimes appear mottled

There is Poetry to be found in every corner of the Globe
A story or Poem maybe of poverty, maybe of power, waiting to be told

The world needs Poets of every guise
Poets of Romance, Nature and those who are considered to be worldly-wise

There is Poetry to be pulled from deep within your soul
Dig deep, make writing Poetry your personal goal
just searching for inspiration today
Jackie Mead Aug 2019
With my husband by my side, I sit and reflect
Upon my image in the stream
At wonder in the changes of my being
The weather warm but windy, with oft a gentle spray of rain
I feel lively, lightness appears to be my gain

Sat at a spot of such beauty, it takes your breath away
Appreciating the silence, as you give thanks for the day
In front of you great Lakes of Water some world-famous being sailed or swam side to side
Behind you in contrast high Peaks and Mountains, waiting to be climbed
There are paths to be walked, Roman Forts to be found
Cruises to be taken, bikes to ride, hidden gems all around
Ice creams to be bought, footsteps to be walked
Pubs, Cafes, and Restaurants by the Water sought
There is history to be lived amongst the many Villages
There is romance to be read in Poetry of old
Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey Poets of pure gold
Their stories and Poems, their legacies, forever being told

Dear Poet, pick up your Pen and paint a picture with your words
Tell the world your thoughts, let your voice be heard
Be it Romance or Nature that lets your mind wander free
I am your reader, paint your picture solely for me
I promise to take great care with it, treat it respectfully

Here’s thanks to all Poets new and old
Poets of great treasure with stories yet to be told
Do your best as Wordsworth, Byron and Coleridge, truly did
Be inspired light your candle, and be truly glad you lived

Thank you for being my inspiration Poets\Poetess’s
Keith and I spent the day in the Lake District yesterday, not long enough but I came away inspired to write something about my day. It got me thinking about what I see and what inspires me including other Poets, old and new. I hope you like this Poem, which I am struggling for a title, so far it is called a Day in the Lake District, if anyone can think of anything that fits the Poem better please comment below, I always appreciate your feedback.
Jackie Mead Aug 2019
Thoughts thrashing around in my head,
Memories I do not wish to forget,
I reach for my pad to jot them down,
It's been a long time since you've been around.

A beautiful baby boy, blonde hair, blue eyes,
One look and you had us all mesmerized,
A brother to Lisa you both grew close, tight-knit,
You laughed together, cried together,
All the time thinking you had forever and ever.

From Boy to Man you made your Mum and family proud.
Our feelings though weren't always expressed loud.

As you grew older your smiles grew more rare;
Your eyes began to dim.
We should have known you were struggling to swim; against the tide
Your true feelings, from us, you decided to hide

Schizophrenia was the diagnosis
You tried hard to fight it
The illness got the better of you
That much is true
The day we lost you was a mixed day of grey and dark blues

In your less than thirty years, you endured much pain and suffering.
If only we had known;
We would have banded together, never let you suffer alone.

Your candle extinguished this world 5th June 2011.
Free from pain and suffering, the Lord called you to join him in Heaven.
That day, it was as if someone turned out the lights, the joy left the room too.
There is now nothing, where once there was you.

Two months later the occasion? your 30th Birthday.
Your family gathered to wish you Happy Birthday, release balloons and scatter your remains.
Now once a year we gather again;
At a beautiful place where once you had surfed.
We walk and talk, eat cake and sing;
It's a beautiful day of a family gathered, remembering.

It still hurts to think you left us so young.
Now we know your life here on earth caused you unknown amounts of pain.
I think of you and wish you peace when the sky is grey, and it starts to rain;
I think of you and wish you peace when the Sun is in the sky;
I think of you sitting on a cloud, cigarette in hand, the life, heart, and soul of the Heavenly Band;

I take a while to remember the blonde hair, blue-eyed little boy with the big smile from ear to ear.
Always longing that you were of course, still here.

Wherever you are in the universe,
I sit wishing the wheels would reverse,
So much to tell you, I wish we could have one more converse(ation).
I would tell you about your Cousins, Simon, Jason and Sophie ;
How settled they all are; both boys married with families, Sophie will be married and a Mum soon.
The day I lost my Dad I thought of you; I know my Dad would find you and give you a special hug.
A hug we should have given you when you were still with us.

Oh, and I’m an Author and Poet now, who knew;
We were going to lose you so soon;
We would have done things so differently, made changes, been around.
Held you like you needed to be held and helped you to feel safe and sound.
Forgive us darling for not loving you as you deserved, thinking we had time before you became deceased.
Wherever your soul has settled; we wish you an endless life of love and peace.
Don't take it for granted that there's always more time, one day there won't be.
My nephew Shane lost his struggle with life in June 2011, he didn't overdose, he just didn't look after himself too well.
I wish I had paid more attention to his struggles whilst he was with us.
I loved that blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, I hope he knew.
Jackie Mead Aug 2019
The heat beats, upon the ground
I feel it is going to be a beautiful day
As I welcome the warmth of the Sun’s rays
The Sun's power; to illuminate all around
Flowers tilt their heads to the sky, in worship of the growth the Sun brings
Birds flying in the sky, rejoicing, sweetly sing
The warmth the Sun generates brings a smile to one’s eyes
It stays there a while, welcoming people passing by
As children play by the Sea, making new friends
Gardeners in their gardens, flowers, and plants they tend
Yesterday was the day of Rain
Today brings the Sun and Summer in a day, again
another Poem about the weather, for us Brits its a favourite topic as it is so changeable hour by hour, day by day
Jackie Mead Aug 2019
Grey clouds gathering
The day becoming colder
This is our Summer
British Summertime over?
Here's wishing that Summer stays
British Summertime, we all love to talk about the weather in these wonderful British Isles. We've had some lovely days but today is overcast and threatening to rain, hoping the sunny days come back again soon.
Jackie Mead Jul 2019
Summer Rain falling
Lowering warmth of the day
Nourishing the Land
Reviving life in our plants
Summer Rain, falling again

Summer Rain falling
Keep an umbrella on hand
Coats optional choice
Summer Rain nourishes land
We run around dodging drops

Summer Rain falling
Dark clouds full of Summer Rain
Falling on flood plains
Causing panic and distress
As the rain blows through again
Experimenting Tanka style, Summer Rain seems topical today.
Jackie Mead Jul 2019
I remember you in the mornings, when I drink my first cup of tea
I remember you when I call home and you are not there to say “hi, is that smee?”
I remember you when I’m driving with the radio on, and the DJ plays that annoying song
I remember you when we have a day out at the beach; chucking ball with each other, always just out of my reach
I remember you when I call at Mums expecting to see you there, sitting in your chair; ready for a natter, politics religion or anything else for that matter
I remember you when I pick the kids up in the car, how late at night you would pick me up no matter how far
I remember you on our anniversary and how you looked that day, pride in your eyes as you gave me away
I remember you when the England Cricket Team had their day; you would have been frustrated but elated with the way they played
I remember the wonderful Dad you were and how your arms around me showed you cared.
I remember you every day Dad and always wish you were here.

I always remember **
3rd anniversary on Friday
I miss him so much x
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