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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.
115 · Mar 2018
The Happy Drunk
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
One night whilst walking home alone.
A drunken man came into sight
His walking was loose hips and made for a fun sight.
At first I thought of turning and walking the other way.
Then the man started rolling and his hips began to sway.

I stayed on track best foot forward, just don't look him in the eyes.
If you keep walking right on past and as fast as you can go, I began to internalise, don't look back and don't walk too slow.
I felt as though I was worldly wise and not a young fool who had just left school.

Then the unthinkable happened.
We were level with each other, my heart began to race at such a heavy pace.
I raised my fists in self defence. He laughed and sang a song Waltzing Mail da was the name, then he wandered on.

I looked back as he passed me by, loosy hips swaying from side to side.
Not a care in the world, nothing to hide.
Just a happy drunk on his way who knows where.

I wish I was a happy drunk I'd like to have no cares but for now I wander aimlessly from Town to Town, looking over my shoulder at who may be around.
Waiting in the wings for the next Happy Drunk who sings, maybe the next one will fancy himself with me in the rings.
Experimenting different styles, new for me
114 · May 2020
VE DAY 2020
Jackie Mead May 2020
VE DAY
75 years
gone by
Feeling
thankful
to be
alive

Today
We fight
A
different
war

The enemy
Hidden
To the naked eye
On our streets
Secretly
Passing
Us by

Then
As now
We
Fought
For freedom

Then
As now
The cost
Too many lives

Then
We fought
With guns
And bombs
Now we fight
With love and care

Then
called up to do our bit
Tending vegetables
To feed the nation
Now
The race is on
To find a vaccination

75 years
Gone by
But still
Giving thanks
To be alive
Give thanks that 75 years ago the war ended in Europe.
Giving thanks for the life we have today, even if it is locked down at the moment.
Giving thanks for the continued health of my loved ones.
Stay safe, keep well peeps **
114 · Feb 2020
Observing the night sky
Jackie Mead Feb 2020
Tracking the planets
observing star formations
magical moments
112 · May 2020
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Jackie Mead May 2020
The clock stood, tall and proud.
Its tick-tock, very loud.
The clock stood, long and thin.
Its swinging pendulum pointed like a pin.

The young boy came every day.
Stood on the stool, turned the key.
The boy climbed down from the stool.
Then left for the day to attend his school.

The clock stood tall and proud.
Its tick-tock very loud.
The clock stood long and thin.
The swinging pendulum pointed like a pin.

The hour approaching number four.
The boy ran through the front door.
Taking his place cross-legged on the floor.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Sounded the old Grandfather clock.
Soon the clock would begin to chime
Counting to four in a rhyme.

The boy sat hypnotised watching the pendulum swing.
The boy waited and when it was time, he would start to sing.
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4.
Someones knocking on the door.

It was all over in a beat.
The boy lept from the floor to his feet.

Over for another day, the boy had gone on his way.

The clock stood, tall and proud.
Its tick-tock, very loud.
The clock stood, long and thin.
Its swinging pendulum pointed like a pin.
This is random, came to me last night, i have never owned a grandfather clock nor have my parents but anyway decided to go with it and have a bit of fun.  I hope you enjoy
111 · Jul 2019
Old Fashioned Sanctuary
Jackie Mead Jul 2019
Sent away by my Husband, secreted behind four walls

Walls that are six feet wide and ten feet tall

Sent away for safekeeping by my Husband, The King

With child in my belly and just a Lady in waiting  

I do not know the reason, why I must hide

Why I must remain hidden without my Husband by my side

I am not bound by chains, my hands and feet are free

My place of safety has a friendly name, they call it, Sanctuary

In this Sanctuary that I dwell

I live cocooned in my personal hell

Although, as I say, not bound, I am not free to come and go

The Guards of Honour outside my door are not standing for show

I have no communication with the outside world

My thoughts and mind are in a constant whirl

Is my Husband being true? Whilst I'm here inside

Or does he have a mistress providing him with warmth at nights?

I do not know how long it will be

Before my Husband comes to set me free

Will he bide his time, wait to see if the child is a boy

Before he confirms I am his one love, the Mother of his pride and joy

I should not worry, I should be happy

Here in the dwelling they call my Sanctuary

But by day I worry about my fate

Will they come for me at night when it's late?

Wake me up, take me outside the doors

To be met on the green by the Executioner with his sharp sword  

One day my fate will be known

Hopefully I will take my rightful place beside my Husband, on the throne

In the meantime I remain inside these four walls, as I say  not bound but not free

For now, this place is my lonely existence, my Haven, my Sanctuary
Sanctuary wasn’t always the safe haven we see it as; the Queen was definitely still in danger.  People would often dress up as tradesman to get access to the Queen with the intent to harm.  The King would often be away for months at a time and the loneliness and the surroundings must have been hard to cope with.

This Poem is my interpretation of how Sanctuary must have felt at times, with no communication and very little visitors.
111 · Mar 2018
Untitled
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
I sit inside, its cold outside
The snow it keeps on falling
The wine is red, the bottle is open
Watching Bradley Walsh losing it on the chase
Life doesn't get any better
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Is Pizza like the wheel of life
To be consumed slice by slice
Some consume it slowly and enjoy each slice
Some devour it quickly, its gone in a  thrice
Some like it plain others add spice
In life we each make choices based on our likes
Some like it plain others with spice
Sounds to me that Pizza is indeed similar to the wheel of life
108 · May 2020
Limerick 13
Jackie Mead May 2020
There was a young man from West Heath
Who was exceptionally bad at cleaning his teeth
When he opened his mouth
People ran South
From that smelly young man of West Heath
104 · Jan 2020
Walking on the Beach
Jackie Mead Jan 2020
Have you ever gone walking on the beach?
Shoes slipped off, sand covering your feet

Just you walking, on a big empty space.
The wind blowing in your face.

You pull your coat around you tight;
to brace against the cold.
Arms across your body, you fold

Waves crashing on the shore
Yet you find peace and tranquillity, even with the waves loud roar

You walk and walk, losing track of time
Recharging your soul, body and mind.

How is it possible to find such peace?
When all around you is noise.
Yet the wind in your face, the crash of the waves, brings you such joy.

I love walking on the beach, shoes slipped off, sand covering your feet
Coat pulled up around your face, the Beach becomes my happy place.
103 · May 2020
LOCKDOWN 2020
Jackie Mead May 2020
COVID19 sight unseen
Searching for the perfect host
Its slayer hygiene

Wash your hands for 20secs
Hot water on, count 20 real slow
Day 1 how many more

A deadly virus
Invisible to our eye
Keep safe, stay home

Lockdown soon begins
First YouTube, books videos
Now, when will it end

Now missing loved ones
Some temporary, some lost
Not knowing the end

Missing connections
Grandchildren are growing up
Thankful for our lot

Changes, how we live
Holidays, cancelled, postponed
Airlines hit the most

Economy slump
Everyone in a ba hum
Counting days to go

Tonight the Nation
Address social distancing
Changes will be made

Let us chat my friend
As a new normal begins
Online with a gin

Stay safe peeps, wherever you are and whatever you do.
Just my take in Haiku style, hope you enjoy
101 · Feb 2020
Rainy Days Haiku style
Jackie Mead Feb 2020
Rain falls on the ground
Splish splash splosh becomes the sound
Rainy days once more
91 · Feb 2018
Limerick 8
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
There once was a man from Kerry
Who was incredibly hairy
He could knit a scarf, gloves and hat or a toilet mat from the hair on his belly
Now he's in demand to knit coats from the hairs on his hands
That incredibly hairy man from Kerry
81 · Feb 2018
Limerick number 5
Jackie Mead Feb 2018
There was a woman called Mary
Everyone she met said she was scary
So Mary set to task with a gun and mask
To frighten everyone she met in handing over money
The lady by reputation became Scary Mary

— The End —