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 Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Jeff Gaines
If you look up at the Moon
at nine o'clock tonight.
Then both of of loving eyes
will share this wondrous sight.

And though we're
many
many
many
many, many miles apart ...
Nothing in this world
could steal you from my heart.

I dream until I'm lazy.
It has me climbing up a tree
and all these miles between us,
Love
They just won't let me be.

I've never been so unhappy.
I've never been so blue
and I don't know how much longer I can stand ...
to be away from you.

So when you look up at the moon
at 9 o'clock tonight
Think of where I lie,
Don't cry ...
feel my arms still holding you tight.

I've dreamed until I'm crazy
it has me climbing up the walls.
My heart can't take this silence,
it longs to hear your call.

I've never been so unhappy
I've never been so blue
and I don't know how much longer I can stand ...
No, I don't know how much longer I can stand
to be away from you
A kind of silly love song/poem written many, many moons ago.
(grin)
Those long-distance love affairs are a *****, huh?
 Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Grey mirror
The crowd discerns you
a mundane nature
owing to the dark shades
you drape around your skin.
Darling, note this,
"Your daily deeds
And the words you speak
display the colours
From within."
I like wearing black and grey a lot... But I am a happy person :) never judge a girl by her clothes... ;)
 Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Kairee F
Your breath
against
my back
is the comfortable embrace
I never expected
to envelop
so quickly
and never expected
to feel
so safe.
 Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Born
It's been
 Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Born
5
                   a
               e      r
           y             s

since I joined hello
a larva with a torn soul
Clinging to Whatever's left of life

since I started scratching for light
Peeking at the  deeming tunnel
but still hoping

since I started dinning with poets
eating haiku in the morning
drinking sonnet in the afternoon
feeling the aching agony of the broken in the evening
falling in love with the dreamers at night

Since my heart was pounded
wrecked and left with unspeakable pain

Since Born was birthed
a crawling character that was literally dying
but still screaming for hope, love and dream

Since Ismael Ibrahim aka Born
stopped existing
and started living
I appreciate every single one of you for making this journey possible. In good, bad and worst I poured out my heart to you guys and you showed me nothing but love. Thank you
 Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Her
Immortal
 Mar 2018 Jackie Mead
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
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