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

Blue skies
Daily highs
Green fields
Keeping it real
Soft sand
Hand in hand
Yellow sun
Days just begun
Rainy days
Foggy haze
Orange sun
Skies ablaze
Softly lapping seas
At your feet they tease
Large crashing waves
Wiping you off your feet, quick save
Rock pools on the shore
Children climbing to explore
Sandcastles on the beach
Waves just out of reach
Yellow flowers
Pollen power
Temperature 28 degrees
Some people with hayfever, attempting not to sneeze
Kites flying in the sky
Children laughing nearby
Picnics spread upon the ground
Variety of flavours abound
Swans swimming in the lake
Cygnets fighting for breadcrumbs to take
Dogs running in the park
Owners chasing them, not to bark
Cricket playing in the field
"Not out, surely" "umpire what do you feel"?
Sitting out on the decking
Last of the suns rays savouring
Bright Full Moon
The end of the day has come too soon

My dearest friend, I thought I'd put paper to pen
and write you a friendly letter
I started to think what i could write to you about and decided ......
.....
I'd write to tell you about the good times we had, about our hopes and dreams sometimes happy, sometimes sad
I'd write to tell you about our thoughts and visions about lifes goals and expectations
I'd write to tell you about being young and bold, growing up and growing old
I'd write to tell you about the happy memories we've made, the families we've grown, the friends we've made
I'd write to tell you about the loves we've had and the loves we've lost
I'd write to tell you about the mistakes we've made and those yet to come........
................................................

Th­en I decided i wouldn't write at all, for to know what's around the corner is to miss out on living life.
My dearest friend at the end of the day, all i have to say; is you only have one life, live your life to the fullest, take chances, make memories and connections, don't look back, lifes too short for regrets, but most of all dear friend..... Be Happy

A perfect circle of white,
Hangs in the sky tonight,
Casting a luminous light.

Clouds pass by the front of the moon, moving slow,
Changing the moon's light to an ethereal glow.

Just as quickly the clouds are gone.
Perhaps, a moment of realisation, the moon can never be outshone.

The ancient village settles below
The mountains they surround
And high up on the hilltop they are guarded by a cross with Jesus Christ tied by hands and feet bound

We climbed to the very top
Rock after rock we did not stop

First La croix, to admire the view
The village below, pale walls, shutters of blue

Next we walked and climbed,carefully taking our time
A Fort sits on the top, crafted by the Saxons
Men of strong build and hair of flaxen
450 metres above ground, so quiet not a sound
The remains a joy to see, just my loved one and me

The village is of Moorish beginnings
Has ancient street names, restaurants and bars
You can drive through with your car
But take the hike to the top and you will be winning
The view the reward, on a clear day you can see to the Alps
Your heart will thank you with little palps
Your body will thank you feeling sprightly
Your mind will thank you feeling rightly

A day of energy and fun, a day spent in the warming sun

A day to remember another day when winter is here, a day to remember and to bring you much cheer

I am trying to recall, a ghostly apparition I once saw.

My brother and I were exploring one day, an old cottage that had been left to rot away.
It had no windows and no doors, which made it easy for us to access and explore.

It was a clear, sunny day, the birds were in full song and children were out to play.
I must have been about six, when I watched a young girl of a ghostly appearance, walk through a wall of bricks.

My brother had left me on my own, whilst he was roaming up the stairs.
I had gone into the Kitchen, taking a break I sat upon a chair.

I had been there for just five minutes when the apparition appeared.
Through the bricks the young ghost transitioned, to follow would be an impossible mission.
It was over in a flash, the apparition made a dash and just as suddenly disappeared.

I was not in fear and I ran to fetch my brother, see if we could entice the ghost to appear again.
Alas, my brother didn’t believe in ghosts and said I was insane.

At half-past three, after having afternoon tea, I returned, with cake, which I had taken from my plate.
It was a delicious cherry bake, that my Mother had baked.

The friendly ghost appeared again, this time she talked.
Over slices of delicious cake, that my mum had baked that day, we talked about her tragedy and she invited me for a walk.

We appeared to walk around in circles for a while before finding ourselves down by the lake.

"I had heard a story once upon a time, of a young girl who had fallen into the lake, her life had been taken, indeed forsaken at such an early age.
This girl I heard had been playing hide and seek by the lake and tracking her brothers.
She lost her footing and fell in, the young girl, unfortunately, could not swim.
Her brothers ran quickly to fetch their Mum and Dad, but it ended in tragedy and was all very sad".

This young apparition began to tell me a story, about a young girl who fell into the lake and now after many years was lonely and in need of a friend.
She asked if I would join her but of course, it would mean my life on earth would end.

I felt very sorry for the young ghost lost and all alone but knew that I could not forsake, my Brother, my Mum and Dad and indeed Mum’s delicious cherry bake.

I never saw the ghost again although I went back many times.
I hope she has found happiness on the other side without committing any crimes.

Had a secret hiding place, at the bottom of a Glen
He would always say he found Zen in the bottom of the Glen.
Zen was a buddha made of stone
Who sat peacefully and all alone.

We're leaving memphis today
Thoroughly enjoyed our stay
Blues and Soul music on repeat
A walk up the famous Beale Street
Sun studios is a must of course, where legends got their first break
Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lewis and Elvis too
Gracelands you have to do!
Elvis's cars, golf buggies, bikes and planes
He loved his toys the collection is insane
From Memphis Tennessee by Amtrak cutting across the South, along the mississippi to Louisiana
Destination New Orleans
What will we see, what will we do?
Where will we go to eat at night?
Will there be Jazz bands in the streets, dancers and drummers at your feet.
What is that makes NOLA unique?

Start of the holiday
Off to find some sun
On our way to zante the Greek island of fun

Leaving Bristol airport
Weaving across the English Channel
Over France and Germany flying
At 35000ft
Looking out the window at all that is below

The Dolomites mountains sprawling in front and below
Their peaks capped in glorious snow
Sun swathed villages sit nestling at their feet
Huge lakes of water glistening like gold
How I wonder what life is like 35000ft below

What do the villagers do for jobs?
How do they get by?
Do they drive cattle or cars?
Or do they ride a pony or horse?
Do they work the land, toil with their hands?
Do they drive to the supermarket buy everything they need?
Or do they grow their vegetables starting from seed?
Do their children go to school or do they run in packs, learning the skills of life, learning how to track.

Is their life a simple one, unfamiliar to you and I?
Do they see planes and wish that they could fly?
Do they dream of being doctors, nurses, politicians and the like.
Do they dream of traveling by car, plane, road or bike?

Do they dream of travelling to places far and wide, experiencing adventures new?
Or are they happy nestling at the feet of the Dolomites simply enjoying life - as you and I should do.

I introduced myself to you a short while back
I’m the man with fangs for teeth, who lies in a coffin by day and roams the earth by night

I’ve seen some sights in my 500 years, most of them not pretty
The strangest of them occurred this evening, whilst roaming in the City

I was looking for some sweet blood to save me from dying
Sweet, warm blood, just my type, a sign of a human being ready and ripe

Ripe for the picking, for my tea, a nip of the neck to set me free
First a nip, then I ****, until the blood is drained, the human runs out of luck but me well I’m Mr Lucky

Well I guess my luck is wearing thin, or I found someone of my match
A blonde beauty oh how I much desired, threw herself right at me and I almost fell in the fire

We were sat lounging in a bar in the Cavern, it is of course our local Tavern
Her eyes found me across the room, I lost all my senses and started to swoon

She batted her eyelids and lashes and called me by my name
I tried to speak but couldn’t fathom a reply, all I could do was open my mouth and sigh

She wiggled her finger at me beckoning me to her side
I blushed and went over to see what she wanted, I had no idea I was so vain, and at this moment in time feeling a little insane.

She told me she loved me and wanted to wed, then for me to take her home and share with her, my bed
I was flattered, and loving thoughts rampaged through my head

I got down on one knee, like the gent that I am, and asked her to wed me tonight
She said that she would and showed great delight, then kissed me on my lips

A little nip she gave before her lips left mine, it didn’t matter, it tasted divine, like a good full bodied red wine

We married in haste, eager to get home to bed, all impure thoughts running through my head

When we got to my room it became suddenly clear, it wasn’t my bed she wanted to share
She had designs on my blood within, she was going to **** me dry, make me pay for all my sins

It was suddenly clear that she wasn’t very nice, the words from her mouth dripped full of lies, the blood that ran through her veins as cold as ice

I would not suffer or give in, I needed 500 more years to carry on with my sins
I hatched a plan to save my skin, I needed to be quick, my skin is thin

Thin skin and a pale face, blood red eyes and fangs for teeth
My thoughts turned to hate, and I started to seethe


In the Kitchen I opened a bottle of full bodied red, called her to share it with me by the open fire
I declared my love for her and told her she was my heart’s desire

She was bewitched and flattered, mesmerised by with my words
I looked her in the eyes and bent forward for a kiss,
I missed and fell forward, stumbling and pushing the little minx,
She let out a cry and tried to steady herself on the kitchen sink

Alas, it was not to be, suddenly she fell into the fire, my love, my only desire
Turned to black and faded away, maybe she’ll reform and come back another day
This time with love and warmth in her eyes, then we could give it a go, see if it is possible for Two Vampire to own a soul.

For now, I am free to continue to roam, in the City I call home.

When you walk amongst the flower and trees,
Do you take note of the insects and bees?
Making their homes in the branches and leaves.
Some no bigger than a speck of dirt.
Bees hovering amongst the roses, cowslip, and milkwort.
Pollinating the buds of new flowers, preparing for Spring to arrive.
The treasure they desire is nectar; to be drunk by the Queen of their beehive.

Show your admiration for nature at work.

Beetles, crickets, flies of all kinds, can be found.
Amongst the stem and leaves closer to the ground.
The crickets emit a shrill chirp, the flies hum as they quickly flap their wings.

Listen closely as nature sings.

Popping up their heads from their hole in the ground.
Wild rabbits, take a look around you, hundreds abound.
Squirrels running up their trees.
Escaping predators, storing their tea.

Watch closely as nature plays.

Down by the canal amongst the reeds, dragonflies of a beautiful bright blue.
Flap their wings very quickly, look closely, do you see one close-by?
Be quick they will be gone in the blink of an eye.

Wonder at the swiftness of nature.

Gnats and midges in their hordes,
Creating havoc and discord.
Swatting a huge band of them with your hand; wondering what is their place?
As they make a nuisance of themselves, getting in your face.

Wonder at the swiftness of nature.

Ducks swans, geese sharing the river, swimming atop; Fishes swimming below.
Birds make nests for the young in the safest bushes beneath the largest willow.

Admire the protective side of nature.

When you walk...with an open mind.
You will be delighted at the many forms of nature you find.

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 **

My heart beats to a rhythm of its own
Fast and steady it beats to its own time
Every time I look into your eyes
You give me light and air to breathe, my oxygen tank, that keeps me safe and free
You take me places my soul does seek
To the end of the universe in just one beat
Hold tight, look up don't let go let's see how far this journey will go
We'll take a boat trip to foreign shores, walk barefooted along silver sands
Together holding hand in hand
We'll set up camp and start to explore each others bodies
Take our time, reaching deep, let our hands, mouths and minds roam free
Take one step at a time until we are together for eternity one of a kind in body, heart and mind.

My sweet friend
Hold my hand
Let me take you to a better land
A land where everyone is unique
A land where petals pave the street
A land where everyone is happy and free
A land where you would want to be
Oh, sweet friend, I can take you there, just take my hand and follow me there.

My sweet friend
Hold my hand
Together we can stroll to far away lands
Lands where love conquers all
Lands where we can revive our souls
Lands that are serene and so divine
Lands that were created before the start of time
Oh, sweet friend, I can take you there, just take my hand and follow me there.

My sweet friend
Hold my hand
We can make a life in another land
A land where we can love each other
A land where we are true to each other
A land like no one else will see
A land unique to you and me
Oh, sweet friend, I can take you there, just take my hand and follow me there.

My Sweet Friend
Place your hand upon my heart, we can be together until death do us part

Up with the larks
People rushing in the dark
Quickly, quickly from A to B
Where are they going?  
what will they see?
People watching, eyes alert
Do people notice if others are hurt?
Are they too busy to ever see the
hidden secrets of you and me?

She had long, golden, silken hair.
Her skin was pale, oh so fair.
He lips divine, the colour of a deep red wine.
The men would fight for her hand, and for a piece of foreign land.
She was learned and wise in her ways Reading books in Latin, French and English to pass her days.
As well, she could read music, dance in time, play on the Harp a melodious rhyme.
She was a prize, sought far and wide which left the Maiden quite horrified!
She had a plan to pack a bag, run away, make her escape.
Late at night she made an attempt, climbing through the heating vent.
She was outside and past the gate, not knowing where lies her fate.
Left or right, which way to turn?
Would one way be freedom, the
other would she burn?
Decision made, the Maiden turned right and set off at a pace.
She walked all night until the sun came up and showed her she was in a good place.
A glade of beauty with water fall, flowers of every colour, tumbling river with salmon leaping, butterflies pollinating, ladybirds in all their glory.
The fair Maiden pulled out a pocket book and decided to write, short stories, about the beauty of her surrounds.
Her stories were of dragonflies hovering on the pond, frogs on logs in the middle of a bog, bees on flowers, she would write about which creature had the ultimate power.
Then she would draw what she saw and together she made a book all beautifully bound in leather.
Her stories became famous throughout the countryside soon a publisher came calling promising her fame and to sell the books in stores worldwide.
Being a thoroughly modern Maiden she politely declined.  Self published her book, the tools were all online.
And now her books are despatched far and wide bought on the worldwide web.
She has admirers who call at her door, requesting her hand in marriage.
The Thoroughly Modern Maiden politely declines for now she's happy with her choice living in the glade.
She's happy with the lot she has and doesn't need to be saved

Clouds you stealthily pass us by.
To where i wonder and know not why.
You quietly move with little noise but lots of grace.
Moving at ease throughout the vast space.
Sometimes you are grey and heavy with rain.
Then you release the water and flood our drains.
Sometimes you are light, fluffy and white.
Combined with an early morning sun and you are quite the sight.
Your form creates patterns in the bright blue sky.
Visible on earth to the human eye.
It is quite breathtaking and makes me smile.
Light, fluffy and white clouds, please hang around for a while.

Darkness cloaks the evening
Like a welcome friend
Bringing the bright daytime
To its natural end

Time to rejuvenate and repair
Energy, bones, skin and hair
Time to slumber a deep sleep
Time to recall memories held deep

Memories of the day gone past
New memories created, what a blast
Memories of the days of childhood
Happy memories that still stood

Sometimes the night is invaded, by dreams we don't know
Taking us to places hidden deep within our soul

What's the meaning of these dreams, that keep us awake
But in the morning we don't remember, for heaven sake

Night with all its mysteries
Is a welcome part of the day
Remember always that night comes before day

So I embrace the darkness, soak up the beauty of the night
Don't let it capture you with fright

Don't let night-time get in the way
Embrace it, use it to rejuvenate, anticipate, the start of another beautiful day

Went through a spate
Of staying up particularly late
She said, she found peace at night
Peace was a girl with curly hair
Who lived in a shoe box under the stairs

Freedom
Comes in many disguises
For some it's hard to find
It often leaves before one realises
And sometimes it is left behind

Freedom
Has different meanings to some
To me it is very clear
To some it is the Freedom to explore and roam
To me Freedom of speech is dear

Freedom
Should be everyone's right
Though it often is denied
Everyone should be free to live without fear or fright
Freedom is a precious commodity which should be everyone's pride

Freedom
Can be brutally taken
Governments are often the cause
It leaves the mind devastated and clearly shaken
Governments should rethink their  clauses and rewrite the laws

To ensure that everyone has the Freedom they had at birth
The Freedom they were born with upon this earth

I've been on this earth such a very long time, 500 years have gone.
I've seen many Kings and Queens come and go, it's been so very long.

I have a disposition to culture human blood, lovely thick and warm.
One bite of an elegant ladies neck will stand me in good stead.
One litre of a royals blue blood will give me life, rise me from the dead.

By day I live in a wooden box, I like to call my bed.
It's lined with silk and fits me well from side to side and length as well.
I like my room to be cold not hot, I'm not too keen on fire.
One touch of that hot flame and my bed becomes a wooden pyre.

I lie in bed dreaming of what's to come, of the night ahead.
Who will I party with tonight, will they serve a pigs head upon an apple bed.

I'm not too keen on garlic, it makes me run away.
But I'm happy feasting on calves liver or maybe a lambs leg, a delicious beef steak, all of course must be served rare no other way will do.
Rare with lots of blood oozing on the plate.
Makes me very happy, makes me shiver and shake.

For cake perhaps Red Velvet with Blood Orange sauce, served with coffee in a cup and a dish of petit fours.

Most of all I hope some warm thick blood will be on offer.
I must get my fix before I head back to the safety of my wooden coffer.

If I'm lucky tonight will be carefree no one chasing after me.
Stakes and Crosses in their hand determined to banish me from their land.
For everyone knows to **** a Vampire a stake through the heart will do.
To be honest that would **** anyone, even the human called you.

So to finish my story I bid you farewell and hope our paths do not cross.
For that will surely mean that I nip your neck and then you will be no more.
Just another notch on my bedpost where I keep the score.

You hold my hand, I become bold
Your tongue in my mouth makes me shiver but I'm not cold
Your hand on my hips, make me quiver through to my soul
I'm dreaming of being with you under the covers
A steamy night with you is all I desire
You send my pulse higher and higher
We make sweet love as our bodies entwine
We become one beneath the sheets and your mine, mine, mine
©jackiemm158

In the midst of the night
When silence surrounds
A terrible tragedy was waiting to be found

Tom, a small child, sat up in his bed
Pulling the duvet up over his head
He silently shook
Scared to speak out
Not knowing what the rumbling noise outside was about

Tom slowly rose from his bed
He went to find his parents room
They would know what to do

When Tom reached the room he sought
The number of Parents it contained, was nought
Quietly Tom tiptoed down the stairs
Careful not to bump into any chairs

Still, any adults he couldn’t find
Home Alone the movie, sprang to mind
He searched for the switch on the wall
From which a glowing light would fall

Tom shed some light upon the floor
And lit the path to the back door
Bravely he turned the handle
And quietly walking in his sandals
Took a sneaky peek outside
He couldn’t believe what he saw
His eyes stretched very wide

The biggest tree Tom had ever seen, in his very short life, had fallen down!
And all the adults Tom had sought plus others, were standing in a circle looking at the tree
They were trying to devise a plan, they could all agree

“How did it happen?” Tom heard someone say
“I know,” said Tom who was very bright
“Maybe I can shed some light”
“I heard a man on the news say, climate change is happening not tomorrow but today”
Tom continued “very soon the Planet as we know it, will be changed, from excessive heat and excessive rain”
“But today where we live in the Forest, men are cutting down the trees”
“to allow progress and build roads for cars, we are taking away the Earth’s lungs to breathe”
The adults listened to what Tom had to say and all agreed with the young lad.
But what to do about it, if they did nothing, then very soon
There would be no green areas for the children to play, and this made the group very sad.

The group decided to raise a petition and present it to the Top
Cutting down healthy trees must now stop
For every tree we cut down, new ground for seedlings must be found
As a Town, we could do more
No more plastic bags, something we should explore
Recycling our waste, we must unite
Let’s start thinking about our carbon footprint tonight
Make a change to our electricity and our gas, someone explained
We could purchase energy that is made 100% from wind sun and rain.

Tom couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing
Here in his back garden, a council meeting was taking place
Agendas were being made

It was only a small step in Toms world but all the same
If this was happening over and over in other Towns around the world, there would be bigger rewards to gain
And not just in Toms world either but all around the Globe
Fishes would live longer no plastic bags to get caught in their gills or small plastic pellets to ingest
This would be one change they could immediately put to the test.
They would have a plastic bag amnesty; people could return their old plastic bags and get a town embossed shopping bag made from 100% cotton thread
The adults were elated with the changes they were to make
They were hoping to see the changes make a difference where they lived
It was only a little effort but it showed such promise to give

Tom was excited and tired
Retreated back to bed
He could rest now, his Town was in safe hands
His Mum and Dad plus others stayed outside to make their plans

Sometimes it takes a small person to pick up a big fight

Autumnal colours vibrant and strong.
Framing the Landscape, broad and long.
Trees of different type and colour.
Various combinations to discover.
Leaves of Red, Orange, Yellow, Brown and Green.
Combining to create a wonderfully, warming scene.
Deciduous trees, shedding their leaves.
Decorating the floor, treasures left for children to explore.
The days darken, the heat lessens, the wind and rain set in.
This can only mean one thing,  Winter is keen to begin.

When you write of your feelings, do you write closed or revealing?
Do you pick up your pen and lay your feelings down?
When you see your feelings on the paper, do they make you smile or frown?

Do you write a poem to pick you up?
Are you a person with a half filled cup?

Is your poem of value to others?
Is your poem a tribute to your father, mother or a sister or brother?

How do you pick your idea?
Do you think of loved ones far and near?

Do you read a variety of books?
Do you read of love, romance, horror, sci-fi, any other topics that catch your eye?

Do you read poetry every day?
Do you write to newspapers, have your say?

How do all you wonderful poets present your thoughts?
Is it learned or is it taught?

Do these questions make you think?
Have you finished reading it in a wink?

Captain of your Ship

I have good health of that I am sure.
I have some wealth, by that I mean I am not poor.

I get up each day with a smile on my face.
I am grateful for the home we call “our place”.

I love the man with whom I share my life.
I am happy to wear his ring and be called his Wife.

I am honest, fun and kind to be with.
I am grateful for the life I live.

I have not had to struggle because “I am white”.
I have not defended someone’s political cause or plight.

I have not smoked *****, **** or popped pills.
I have not sold jewellery to pay the bills.

I have not been stopped by the Police in the street.
Although I have received a ticket for exceeding speed.

I have not competed at sports with the best.
I have not taken part in a Cricket Test.

I have smoked cigarettes.
Failed at what sometimes seemed like the simplest of tests.

I like a drink or maybe two, of wine, beer, white *** and gin.
I like romantic novels heroes with muscles and a **** grin.

I love music of all types, rock and roll, country, jazz and blues.
Most mornings I awake and hit the alarm button to snooze.

I like to run but I’m not very fast.
I get the job done and, in a race, I have never been placed last.

I like to write Poems of the environment I observe.
I like a meal that is proceeded by Hors D’oerves.


I have not been sentenced to time inside.
I have not had to change my hair colour, wear a wig or hide.

I have learnt that life comes in all shapes and sizes.
Life comes in many different forms and guises.

The wisest one is the one that sees.
It’s fine to make mistakes, it’s fine to be me.

I am the sum of all my parts.
As long as I remain faithful to what is held in my heart.

Life the life you want.
Be the person you want to be.

Life is a gift and it is never too late.
Take your life in your hands be the master of your own fate.

Do not look back with regrets, look forward with hope and cheer.
Take your life in your hand, you have the power to change, the power to learn, the power to steer.

Be the Captain of your own Ship.
Be the Captain of your own Sea.
Be the Captain of your own destiny.