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Jackie Mead Jul 2019
Is it a bird is it a plane
It hovers in the sky and looks almost as if  suspended by a chain
It moves stealthily and with grace
Its job transporting people to a foreign place
Wings spread wide on either side
It streaks freely across the countryside
It leaves a white smoke trail as it flies
15000ft high the trail still visible on earth to human eyes
The plane caught my eye , as it passed on by and I was for a moment hypnotised
Mesmerised by this gargantuan flying piece of metal
Which glides through the skies like a butterfly flitting from petal to petal
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
We appreciate beauty in many ways, as we get older
164 · Jul 2018
Waves
Jackie Mead Jul 2018
Sat on the beach looking out to sea.
Memories in my mind, running free.

The blue sea ebbs and flows.
The white tips of the waves glow.
The sound of the wave is noisy.
The wind is blowing breezy.

The wave begins its inward journey.
Picking up speed, it becomes very loudly.
The wave begins to peak and crest.
The wave looks majestic, at is best.

Its journey nearly over, as it begins to fall.
Its reached its destination and crashes to the shore.

The wave once a thing of beauty is no more.
Its role in life is to live and breathe.
Show people beauty that brings you to your knees.

All day people and children play in the sea, swimminig and surfing freely.
But never take the sea for granted be sure you know the rules.
Being unsafe at the seaside is really not cool.

Lost in my memories of beaching days.
There is no better way to say.
I love you Dad and miss you so.
Thinking of my Dad today, left us 2 years ago today.
I am rembering fantastic trips to the beach, we would pack a picnic, fill the car with cricket bat, *****, surf boards, windbreak, it would be jammed full. Very often we didnt need boards, we would body surf or rock climb instead.
We would go rock pooling looking for ***** and fishes.
We would sometimes meet our cousins on the beach.
Great days, great memories.
162 · Apr 2018
I'm Me - Who are you?
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
I look at myself in the mirror and who is it I see?
I look once then twice and then start to realise.
That's me, who I see, reflecting back at me.
It's not the teenager me with spots and straggly hair.
It's not the twenty something who was beautiful without a care.
It's not the thirty something content with being a mum.
It's not the forty something who became a loving gran.
It's not even the fifty something who started to run for fun.
No this is Me, the culmination of all those wondrous times.
Etched upon my face some worry, some laughter lines.
As I look I recall the memories that have put them there.
Then I look, I really stare and then realise I do not care.
I am happy with what I see staring back at me,  after all  it is I and I is Me.
And I am happy being Me.

Are you happy with what you see?
©jackiemm158
162 · Feb 2018
Sunset 2
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
The sun sets low behind the trees
The sight of it bringing you to your knees
The trees branches still bare of leaves
Gives the sky a hauntingly beautiful glow
And your thankful to have been there to see the sunset beneath the trees
To be brought to your knees by the outstanding beauty that's nature
Seen a few lovely Sunsets lately on way home from work.
161 · Jul 2019
If i could...
Jackie Mead Jul 2019
If i could be a tree
I would be a Weeping Willow
With deeply sunk roots, giving you strength
Billowing arms, of different length
I would welcome you to sit beneath me
I would be your pillow and your shade
As you find your peace by the stream, in this beautiful everglade

If I could be an Animal
I would be a Lion
Full of Pride
We would make a handsome pair
As we set up home in my lair
I would offer protection from hunters of all kinds
I would be your strength, your Master, your saviour from Mankind

If I could be a bird
I would be an Eagle, a bird of Prey
Master of the skies, of all I survey
I would offer you a seat beneath my wings
Sheltering you from the harmful rays of the Sun
As we glide and soar above the clouds, as one, in unison

If I could just be with you again for one day
I have so much to tell you, so much to say

Miss you **
My Dad **
161 · Feb 2019
Life of a Bee
Jackie Mead Feb 2019
The Life of a Bee
Busy, busy
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing
Workerbee, Queenbee, Bumblebees, Honeybees
Harvesting, pollinating, nesting
Honey, wax
The productive Life of a Bee
NATURE
160 · Jan 2020
All in a Day
Jackie Mead Jan 2020
I’m up with the Larks and witness the Sun rise
The Sun sitting low in the sky
Casting a glow of pale yellow
Giving you a feeling of warm and mellow
The perfect start to the day

In the middle of the morning
There is a fog or mist still hanging around
Cloaking the landscape in mystery from sky to ground
With mixtures of grey from dark to light
Tinged with a touch of wispy white
The mist rolling over fields and hills
Clinging to nature where it stands still
A cold wind blowing, lowering the temperature, bringing a chill

Around midday the Sun gains its strength
The fog or mist give up the fight
Fading away with the strength of the Sun’s light
Blue clear skies appear, the Sun has finally come out to play
Giving a warmth to the remainder of the winter day

At the end of the day the sun does set
Showing colours of burnt orange and red
As darkness begins its slow descent
The day transitions into night
The Sun is replaced by the crescent of a Moon
Casting its pale light
The end of the day has come so soon
158 · Nov 2017
Limerick 2
Jackie Mead Nov 2017
There once was a woman from Cattedown
Who loved to act like a clown
She had really big feet, tripped down the stairs in her sleep
And now you don't see her around
Just a bit of fun
157 · Apr 2018
The Orchid
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
She sits upon the sill,
Tall, proud and very still
Her colour is delicate, like a fine piece of lace
She has a face full of beauty and grace
She does not come every year, we miss her when we're apart
But the time she is with us brings love and joy to our heart
©jackiemm158
156 · Feb 2018
Mary Prince
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
Mary Prince was born enslaved to loving parents who could not be saved.
When their original owner passed away Mary was sold  
At the age of 12 she sailed away to the West Indies where she became enslaved as a companion to someone  similar in age.
For many years she was treated well but then the Master did pass away and the family could no longer afford to pay
Mary was sold three times more against her will.
Not everyone treated her with contempt some families treated her well.
But still the choice was taken away when each time she was sold or leased like a car to you and I, a commodity for someone white and rich to buy.
The last owner did not treat her well, and flogged her to let her know when he was not happy.
Beaten, abused and ***** too, she finally did meet a man to Marry
In 1828 Mary Prince, still enslaved,  determined her own fate
When visiting London with her Master from Antigua she ran away
Fled to the home of Thomas Pringle
Who helped her write her book
Mary Prince was 45 when she died, it is not known if her husband was still by her side
Or if she died single
Mary Prince is a woman to be admired
So take a look buy the book and teach her history to your children
The History of Mary Prince
156 · May 2018
Rainbow
Jackie Mead May 2018
The rainbow rises, showing all of its colours
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Violet, Indigo and Blue
Blue the colour of your eyes
I love rainbows, I love you
155 · Mar 2018
What should I say
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
When I think of you do I know what I want to say?
Do I get tongue tied, caught in a trap
Do I suddenly get in a flap?
I see you standing over there and want to tell you who I see
I can't find the words to speak my mind
I can't find the words for you and me
I'd like to say I love your eyes
At first glance you seem worldly wise
I'd like to say you have a **** face
Take me home to your place
But when I get close to you
The words I'd practiced in my head get muddled and instead
I whisper I love you quietly and go home alone to bed
Just playing around with words
153 · Sep 2020
At the end of a working day
Jackie Mead Sep 2020
At the end of a working day; To refresh my mind I walk and watch nature at play.

Water rippling, leaves rustling bring calm and tranquillity.
A balm to my mind and mobility.

A beautiful evening for a walk.
Listening to the sounds of the birds in the trees.
Puts my mind and body at ease.

Walking, watching children feeding  ducks on the pond.
To me is like a fairy waving her magic wand.

The end of September, we are lucky, still has some warmth at the end of the day.
No need for a coat as I catch the last of the days rays.
Early evening walking leaves my mind in a happy haze.
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
After Winter and the snow, comes the Suns warming glow
The sun shines, warming through, waking nature, nice and slow
Rivers sparkle as they meander, like seas of diamonds, meandering to their destination to the lakes below.
Flowers open their petals, brightness on display, it’s the start of another wonderful day

Birds chirp more loudly
Swans swim more gracefully
Children laugh more merrily
People smile……I hope the sun stays around for a while

Ice creams sold with flakes and sauce, being thawed by the mid-day heat
Melting the ice cream quicker than you can eat
Drinks served with ice and salads for tea, the sunshine makes you think more healthily
Maybe I’ll go out for a run, time to get that beach body tum

Birds chirp more loudly
Swans swim more gracefully
Children laugh more merrily
People smile……I hope the sun stays around for a while

Paddling pools in the garden, children dip their toes
Hot Tubs on the decking, for the adults to pose
Umbrellas up to shade the UV rays, these are the beginning of some wonderful days

Birds chirp more loudly
Swans swim more gracefully
Children laugh more merrily
People smile……I hope the sun stays around for a while

© Jackie Mead
20th April 2018
Its a beautiful day today in Devon.
151 · Mar 2019
Man's Best Friend
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
151 · Apr 2018
True love
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
We feel deep true love, only once in a
lifetime.
Don't mess it up there is no lifeline.
If once you were certain and now
there is doubt, don't walk away and
throw your love out.
Sit down, talk, shout do what it takes
to work it out
Display your emotions, whisper your
love, show your intentions
Make it clear that you are unhappy
being there but your love is still
there to see
If you just let your mind body and
soul follow me.
150 · Nov 2020
Bee
Jackie Mead Nov 2020
Bee
My name is simply, Bee.
I am a honeybee and live in a colony, serving our most royal Queen Bee.
I am long in body, stripy black and gold in colour, a pair of transparent wings at my side.
I buzz around woodlands and meadows nearby, pollinating flora as I fly.
Producing lavender honey; lavender plants are found in abundance where I live.
Hovering, dipping inside, collecting the nectar before returning to the beehive.
I lay the nectar in a honeycomb, inside my beehive home.
Providing nourishment for the apiary, I am a remarkably busy honeybee.

Busy, Busy
Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing
Queen Bee, Worker Bee, Bumble bees, Honeybees.
Harvesting, pollinating, nesting.
Producing Wax and Honey.

Frog and I have many adventures together with our dear friend Mr. Mouse.
Mr. Mouse who has a house on the River Louse.
I hope one day soon you will read about our adventures in a book.
Penned by a dear human friend Jacqueline Mead, we hope you find it an exceedingly good read.
148 · Jul 2019
Summer Rain
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.
147 · Apr 2018
Lazy Days
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Who doesn’t love a lazy day, nothing particular to do, nowhere particular to go?
Make a drink, retire back to bed, pull the duvet up over your head, shut the world out for a little while.
Run a bath, bubbles high, sink your body in low, take a deep sigh.
Pyjamas on and it's only half-past four, nobody knocking at the door.
Music playing in the background, book in your hand, relaxing is easy but on the other hand!

Where is everyone, how come no one’s phoned to ask how I am?
Did I say what my plans were today?  
Did I tell them all to stay away?
Think I’ll call them one at a time, have a nice long chat with them all, perhaps they’ll come around and visit for a while.
I’ve had a nice day I begin to smile, but that’s enough for a little while.
I do like being on my own promise, but sometimes it's ironic when we think it's what we want and then find out it's not :)
146 · Jun 2019
The Tale of Mark
Jackie Mead Jun 2019
There lived a young lad called Mark.
Who lived by himself, under a bridge in the Park.

By day he would wander around, alone.
He was lost and lonely with no place to call his own.

Mark, though, had a magic trick.
He could play a good tune with a couple of old cans and a pair of drumsticks.

By day Mark would set up his show.
Tin cans, his drumsticks, a few lights to create atmosphere, give a bright glow.

As the day turned to night and the sky began to turn red
Just as young children were going to bed.

Mark would play his tunes on his cans.
It had the sound of a large marching band.

People would gather around in large crowds.
They would gather in all weather, sun, rain, grey clouds.
People would listen, clap, sing a long, generally being very loud.

People started to leave money in a hat on the floor.
Mark was hoping one day to have enough to rent a place with his own front door.

For now, though Mark was happy as he was, by day he was still alone. This gave him time to think, maybe he would add a saxophone.
Perhaps a cymbal or two, maybe a harmonica strapped around his neck and a few bells attached to his shoe.

There was no end to Marks talent, his fame grew far and wide
Mark remained down to earth, not full of pride
Mark earned a small fortune, enough to buy somewhere with his own front door
Mark didn’t think he could ask for more.

Mark longed for someone to share it all with, by his side
When one day, out of the blue,
Mark was feeling lonely again, but now he had nothing to do
A young girl happened to knock on his door
She was carrying some samples of a carpet floor

Mark invited the young girl in
Bought all of her samples, which put the girl in a spin
Mark invited the girl to stay for a while
While he explored his purchase of carpet tile

They talked and they laughed until it was very late
Then Mark cooked them a meal, served on a plate

They devoured the meal swiftly and then had some fun
With the meringue, cream and floured bun

Now Mark has a young Wife and several small children by his side
Young Mark is grateful for his lot
And often puts on free gigs, for the homeless, in the Supermarket parking lot.
Just a bit of sunday fun
143 · Aug 2019
Beautiful Day
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
142 · Oct 2020
Suzy the squirrel
Jackie Mead Oct 2020
Hi, my name is Suzy the Squirrel.
And by nature,  I should be a  solitary soul.
However, I live in woodlands surrounding the River Louse
And one of my best friends is Mr. Mouse

I like to forage at the hour when the day turns to night.
When the Moon is in the sky and shining so bright.
I am kept company by another friend, the Owl.
Owl deters nearby predators by the use of his talons and howl.

I am rusty red in colour and with a large bushy tail.
Which I use like a broom when I am preparing my countrystore for a sale.
When I forage, I collect items discarded by humans.
When they visit the countryside, I sell the items back to them, it’s a simple case of re-distribution.

You can read me about me in the Tales of Mr. Mouse
Mr. Mouse who lives with his wife and eleven children in a small house.
A house that sits in the woodlands surrounding the River Louse.

Mr. Mouse has many friends, including me.
I am Suzy the Squirrel, and I live mainly alone in the sanctuary of my large Oak tree.
141 · Feb 2018
Sunset 3
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
The sky burned orange, like a fire
When the sun goes then comes the darkest hour
141 · Aug 2018
The Colour of Life
Jackie Mead Aug 2018
The Colour of Life

Red, Green, Yellow and Blue.
The colours that designate my love of you.
Add a dash of Purple too, you get the mixture of colours i see when i truly look at you.

You are the Red of Desire, one look and you send my pulse higher and higher.

You are the Green of envy i see when another looks your way.

You are the Yellow sun on an otherwise colourless day.

You are the Blue of a clear sky, following a stormy sea you truly anchor me.

You are the Purple of creativity, giving a wealth of love and devotion, calming me.
139 · Jan 2020
A blushing sky
Jackie Mead Jan 2020
Its colour is a pale red, like a blush.
It's as if an artist had taken its brush.
And painted the sky tonight.
Hung it up high for everyone to see.
And said there you go a present for you, from me!
Well thank you dear artist, whoever you maybe.
It was the greatest present I ever did see!
138 · Nov 2017
Limerick 3
Jackie Mead Nov 2017
There once was a man from Pool
Who wanted the latest electronic tool
He searched high and low on new gadgets to go, his money got stole
He felt a right fool that man from Pool
138 · Feb 2018
Limerick 7
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
There once was a snake named rake
Who lived at the side of a lake
He would glide and slide with boggily wide eyes
Until one day he was surprised
Now that snake named rake lives at the bottom of the lake
136 · Oct 2017
Keith
Jackie Mead Oct 2017
Kiss me darling, he whispers in my ear
Everyone is looking and I want to make it clear
I want them to see that I am as in to you as you are to me
Together for ever for all eternity
Here hold your hand up to my heart leave it fused with mine until the day we depart.
136 · Oct 2020
Refugee
Jackie Mead Oct 2020
I wonder, what would it be like to be lost and alone?

To find myself in a foreign country, completely alone.

A frightened young child, unable to speak.
Acting uneasy, shy, embarrassed and meek.

Wishing for someone to become my friend.
Wishing this nightmare, l am caught up in, please, come to an end.

Not knowing what happened to my Mum and Dad.
Locking myself away, hiding my sad :(

I can't imagine how it would be.
If I lost my sister whilst crossing the big wide sea.

Apart from my family; No knowledge of their safety or demise.
Waiting for information from an adult considered sagely wise.

I imagine it would be horrible and the toughest of times.
And imagine this happening today, in peacetime.

This is happening every day, bombs being dropped on buildings and homes,  in cities far away.

Driving families to leave their homes and all they know.
Wearing down their shoes until all that is left is a very thin sole.

Walking over mountains, with all they possess in a small backpack.
Losing loved ones along the way but keeping going, staying on track.

Determined to find peace and a new homeland.
Make friends, play football, maybe join a brass band.

Its not much to ask when you are nine or ten
Just wanting a home, loving parents and maybe a best friend.
******
Reading a book today called The Boy at the back of the class by Onali, Q, Rauf.
I found it a heart warming read, aimed at children but you should definitely read it.  It is charming, funny and sad.  Written from a child of 9 ¾ perspective if what is right and what is wrong when a young boy is brought into school and told to sit at the back of the class.  All he needs is friends to start opening up about his troubles.
135 · Aug 2018
She Laughs
Jackie Mead Aug 2018
She laughs
She crys
She moans
She sighs

He laughs
He crys
He moans
He sighs

Together as one
They laugh
They cry
They moan
They sigh
134 · Feb 2020
Writing
Jackie Mead Feb 2020
Pen, paper, stories

craft, write, post

luring readers to the page;

to read,comment, share

like a sage seeking knowledge;

to learn

our thoughts
133 · Aug 2018
Hope
Jackie Mead Aug 2018
Hope a feeling of expectation and desire,
That you will be the one to ignite the fire,
The fire deep within, that lights when you begin,
To smile at me across the room, and,
Makes my heart go boom, boom, boom.

Hope a feeling of trust,
That you will see that you are the object of my,
Lust, desire and anticipation, i
Hope that you return these feelings, and
All my dreamings will come true as you say "i love you" and we say "i do"
133 · Mar 2019
Rainy Days
Jackie Mead Mar 2019
How do you spend Rainy Days?
Does your mind fall into a foggy haze?
Do you go back to bed, snuggle under the duvet?
Does your partner make it a sweet duet?

Do you indulge yourself with a Hot chocolate, pile it high with marshmallows?
Sip it slowly, allow yourself to melt, mellow.

Do you settle down in front of the T. V.?
Watching reruns, making a little time for me?

OR

Do you embrace the rain on your face?
Put on your wellies, splash in puddles?
Not caring if your clothes get in a muddle.
Rejuvenating yourself with laughter?
Chasing rainbows and your happy ever after.

Make Rainy Days lots of fun.
Sunny Days follow and by their nature bring the Sun.
Jackie Mead Apr 2020
Ten little ducklings,
furry and new.
Huddling together shielding themselves from your view.
Mother Hen protectively stands nearby.
Watching you closely with her eagle eye.
Father the Drake full of colour
stands a little to the side, but don't be fooled be certain; he's a fighter not a lover.
If you threaten he will chase you away.
Survival the name of the game.
On our walk down by the canal a family, mother, father and ten ducklings so sweet
133 · Mar 2018
The snow blows in
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
The snow blows in
Everything stops
Schools closed, roads blocked
People struggling to get about
Workers still working, just about
Some children, older ones, home alone
The lucky ones didn't have work today, they've taken their children out to play
Make shift toboggans on a run, snowballs and snowmen prettily adorned
Road covered in white hard to see the lines, the snow has covered them really fine.
Home now I can at least hanker in, enjoy the snow whilst keeping warm
Watching others children at play, what a very special day
Last time snow settled in Exeter was 2011, got to make the most of it
131 · Feb 2018
Limerick number 4
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
There was a man from coypool
People thought he was a proper fool
But he won a stash of money playing the pools
Now everyone wants to befriend the man from coypool
Just having a but of fun
130 · Mar 2018
Knight of the Day
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Do you remember Knights of old
Whose stories in tales were often told; of crusades to places in foreign lands
To fight for pots of gold and crosses
To give as presents to Princesses; in an attempt to win their hands.

They would joust for ma lady upon their horse.
Wave their white flag to start the course.
With lance in hand they'd fight their opponent.
Last one standing would be created; Knight of the Day and duly celebrated.

The Knight of the Day would be presented to His Majesty the King
The Knight of the Day would be awarded with a ring; to put on the hand of a Princess of his choice.

One day a young lad not yet Knighted stepped up to the mark.
Mounted his horse and waved his white flag.
A young lad intent on his own crusade.

He fought every Knighted opponent they sent his way.
And a jubilee celebrated his wins of the day.

He felt, the maiden will be mine,
It won't be long and fine clothes, food and wine will all be mine.

I'll sit at the top table with the King dutifully accept the diamond ring and the hand of his daughter in marriage.

We will arrive to church in a crystal carriage.
Everyone will be rejoicing in our marriage, flags will be waving, it will be very grand, perhaps even a big brass band.

We will be married Inside a very grand church with a very big steeple.  
Our marriage will be blessed in front of all the people.

We will live long and prosper, I'll be a good husband, the Princess a good wife, we will have lots of children and a life of no strife.

We will be happy, loving and gay a family who knows how to play.
We will work and travel the Kingdom always by each others side.

We will be the envy of people far and wide.
Live in castles in the countryside.
Have our own horses and colours, and hold jousts in the grounds, looking for the next Knight to be found.

Alas it was not to be, the lad woke up it was all a dream.
He had fallen asleep on the beach, and was now covered in ice cream.

He woke with a start and declared I may not be Knight of the Day today; but one day I swear I will marry my Princess and I will give her a diamond ring, we will live a dream and have three children and fine things.

I will feel like a Knight tall and proud as i declare my love for my wife and that to me seems a fair prize.
It's late but I had to finish it, night night x
129 · Apr 2019
Tea and Biscuits
Jackie Mead Apr 2019
Lying in bed
Tea by my side
Reading a book
Trying to hide

Duvet pulled up to my chin
Keep everyone out
Let nobody in

Unhappy with my body, how I look
One look in the mirror, was all it took
To send me back to my bed for the day
Where colours are not permitted and everything's grey

Tomorrow I will rise
Open my eyes
Feel blessed to I saw another sunrise

But for today I am happy
Just me and my bed
Tea and biscuits by my side keeping me watered and fed
Hey don't worry about me, I'm up and about
Just some days, well you know what I mean
129 · Feb 2020
Storm Dennis
Jackie Mead Feb 2020
Winter rainy days
Storm Dennis wreaking havoc
Home, here in the UK

Flooding roads and homes
Leaving chaos in its wake
People made homeless

Cherished lives are lost
Power lines felled to the floor
Storm Dennis how much more
Were lucky where we live,its rained hard but we havent had the extent of flooding as else where in the country Wales and the North in particular.
127 · Feb 2020
Sunrise Haiku Style
Jackie Mead Feb 2020
Winters sky blushing
pink emblazoning the sky
start of a new day
125 · May 2020
Lady Jane Grey
Jackie Mead May 2020
Lady Jane, oh so young.
A life taken, a beautiful lady hung.

A Queen of just nine days.
Not long enough to bestow upon us her humanist ways.

Arrested and taken to the Tower.
By men and Lords of means and power.

Convicted of high treason.
Found guilty, religion given as the reason.

Sentenced to death, just seventeen.
The untimely death of the Nine Day Queen.
I love history, I wrote this a while ago after a visit to the Tower of London and seeing Ann Boleyns and Lady Jane Greys in the chapel was very emotional for me.
125 · Nov 2018
In Honor and Memoriam
Jackie Mead Nov 2018
You gave your today for all of our tomorrows.
In the process causing your families such grief and sorrow.

8. 5 Million lost their lives
In the ultimate human sacrifice.
So young and a life ahead still to live.
So much to offer so much to give.

From boy to men you grew together.
Defending our Country, you thought you had forever.
Dug into the trenches, making your home.
Standing on guard, guns in hand, brothers in arms.

One last order from the Commander, shoulder to shoulder you go over the top.
Last man standing is when you will stop.

100 YEARS has since passed.
The Great War unfortunately was not the last.
Today we wear our poppies with pride.
To remember all soldiers who have died.
We shed tears for those loved and lost.
At what price, at what cost?
Freedom given, many lives lost.

Thank you to all Soldiers that have been before.
Some gave their lives, some gave their limbs, some gave their minds.
They gave it freely, their gift Freedom to all mankind.

   THANK YOU
124 · Oct 2017
Paradoxically speaking...
Jackie Mead Oct 2017
Sad to be leaving here
Happy to be going home
This made senses yesterday when leaving Greece but had trouble with HP site
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
If I was born in a different place
When I look in the mirror would I see the same face?

If I was born in a different time
Would I still be yours, would you still be mine?

If I was born in a different place
Would I still be a thinker, able to think free, would I still be me?

If I was born in a different time
Would we still have married travelled the world, would we have 3 children that make us very proud?

If I was born in a different place
Would I still step outside for a run or would I find some other form of fun

If I was born in a different time
Would we have 3 Grandchildren to give us joy, 1 beloved girl and 2 darling boys

If I was born in a different place
Would I be proud of who I am or would I be a disgrace

If I was born in a different time
I would have missed so much that I can now call mine
Just a few thoughts inspired from a line in a drama I was watching last night
121 · May 2021
I scream
Jackie Mead May 2021
I float, I twirl, I scream, I shout!
Please won’t someone let my spirit out!
Too many years I have been left behind.
It is not healthy for my mind.

I am pale of face.
And light as a wisp.
I have perfected the art of an air kiss.

I use smoke and mirrors to disguise my existence.
I can’t be held by your arms, there is no resistance.

I walk through walls and shout ‘BOO’
If I wanted I could walk right through you!

I rattle tins and shatter glass.
I make drums of candlesticks made of brass.

You can not exorcise me from your home.
I am destined to remain here, free to roam.

I float, I twirl, I scream, I shout!
Please won’t someone let my spirit out!
A bit of ghostly fun
119 · May 2020
BOOM
Jackie Mead May 2020
Boom!
The water flew down the flume
Childrens laughter, lifted the gloom

Boom!
The bride smiled at the groom
Time to get ready for the honeymoon

Boom!
A golden watch, a beloved heirloom
Its loud tick tock filling the room

Boom!
The guard stands outside the stateroom
On his head, a hat made with filoplumes

Boom!
Closing the door of the catacomb
Removing myself from the gloom

Boom!
Children sitting in the classroom
Come alive when the Teacher hits "Zoom"
Eager now to consume

Boom!
A pharaohs body entombed
In a pyramid in Khartoum
Known only by a non de plume

Boom!
Flowers sit in a vase, abloom
Their subtle scent filling the room
No need for extra perfume

Boom!
I applied for my job with my resume
Perfect for the job I assume
Now working all day in a storeroom

Boom!
Found my way to the bar room
Whisky, *****, ***, this is my favourite playroom
Now a jukebox to play some tunes
Nothing too serious, I set myself a little project to make mini poems rhyming with the word Boom.  I've tried also not to repeat too often. Given it a go, let's see your efforts. With Boom or another word of your choice.
119 · Apr 2018
Limerick 9
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
There once was a man from St Levans
Who baked bread that people said tasted like Heaven
He shared his bread far and wide, so the people could decide
That heavenly bread man from St Levans
119 · Oct 2020
Dads are special
Jackie Mead Oct 2020
Dads grab hold of your heart
And never let go, even when you are apart

When they leave you to take their seat up above.
Its like they still hold you within their mighty glove.

No feelings can describe how bereft I still feel.
Like a mouse spinning in their playwheel

Feelings bubbling just surface deep
Then bam!
Back they come, consuming me.

I thought i was stronger than I am
When I think about my Dad, that special man.
My strength just breaks 💔
Feeling low today, my sister in law lost her dad and it brought back 4yrs ago x
Thank you for reading
119 · Feb 2019
Life of a Butterfly
Jackie Mead Feb 2019
I AM A THING OF BEAUTY, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD.
I EXTEND MY WINGS TO FLY AND HOVER WHEN I GROW TIRED, THEY
FOLD.
I AM THE RED ADMIRAL VARIETY.
ON TOP MY COLOURS ARE BLACK WINGS, ORANGE
BANDS AND SPOTS OF WHITE.
UNDERNEATH MY COLOURS ARE OF A DIFFERENT SIGHT.
FROM EARLY SPRING TO WINTER I CAN BE FOUND IN
WOODLANDS OF THE SOUTH.
LAYING MY LAVAE ON NETTLES, DRINKING FROM FLOWERS BEAUTIFUL MOUTHS.
I START MY LIFE AS LARVAE, TRANSFORM INTO A CHRYSALIS FROM WHICH MY ADULT BODY GROWS.
FATHERLESS AND MOTHERLESS I MAKE MY OWN WAY IN THIS WORLD.
ONCE METAMORPHOSIS IS COMPLETE, MY WINGS I UNFURL.
I FLAP MY WINGS AND FLY
FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER POLLINATING, AS I GO.
ONE OF NATURE’S OWN MIRACLES.
NATURE
117 · Nov 2017
Limerick1
Jackie Mead Nov 2017
There once was man from Plymouth
Who had a really big mouth
He opened it wide, a yacht slipped inside, he went out with the tide
Now he lives in Mclouth
The unfortunate man from Plymouth
I love this poet and his sense of humour, nonsense, the limericks and his stories always bring a smile to my face
Hope these make you smile, they made me smile writing them
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