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Jun 2018 · 552
Fathers Day
Jackie Mead Jun 2018
Its Fathers Day and everyone is celebrating
Fathers receiving pressies from their kin
Fathers being taken to lunch, menus that have them salivating
Fathers cards lovingly written and given

This year it has hit me hard noone to buy a present or card
The cards have been in stores for a few weeks
They call me to them and I start to seek
Then I remember my Dads no longer here
Noone to wish Happy Fathers day cheer

My Dad, was fun, loving and kind
My Dad was intelligent of mind
My Dad was sporting, table tennis, football and cricket  
My Dad was this girls winning ticket
My Dad loved classics, music and books
My Dad had film star good looks
My Dad was my best friend and I loved him to the very end

So instead of a card or a pressie, this year
I will lift a glass of alcohol cheer
Raise my glass and thank the universe for my Dad
He was the best a girl ever had

Dads are a special gift to cherish all year
So raise your glasses and ring out the cheers
Happy Fathers Day to all Dads including those no longer here.
It has been 2 years but this year has been particularly hard, I keep seeing cards and presents in all the shops and then remember I don't have anyone to buy for, it's hard.
Jun 2018 · 430
Halycon Days
Jackie Mead Jun 2018
Oh what a scene
Cricket being played on a field of green
Eleven players per team all dressed in whites
What a fabulous, glorious sight
Bowlers bowl, Batsmen bat
Umpires keep the score, was he out, "howzat"
Bowlers aim not too high, not too low
Bowlers bowl not too fast and not too slow
Batsmen notching up the runs
Receiving the ball at full speed, hitting the ball to the boundary for a four
If their lucky they will hit it for six, over the boundary bar
A coin is tossed for who bats first, the losing team defending
Six ***** per over, 50 overs per inning
Who scores the most is the team that is winning
A few rules to abide
Keep your leg to the side, dont get caught leg before wicket
Bowlers of pace, try to keep the ball away from the batsmans face
If you are caught out before you score, a duck will appear on the scoreboard
A century is of course one hundred runs, simply known as a ton
Then comes a break for afternoon tea, sandwiches and cakes all freshly baked
The second team step up to the mark
For this typically English game in the park
Families attend from far and wide to watch the battles of the two cricket sides
Battling it out on a field of green, halcyon days continuing
Inspired by tonight's evening walk, field full of cricketers, Love cricket, it is so typically English, the only game I know that supplies an afternoon tea of cakes, quiche, sandwiches, teas and coffee for the players as well as spectators, brings back very happy memories.
Jun 2018 · 604
Living the Dream
Jackie Mead Jun 2018
Walking
Talking
Chatting
Gossiping
Laughing
*******
Moaning
Capturing
Planning
Drinking
Eating
Living
Dreaming
Memorising
Love Monday evenings just me and the hubby, great start to the week
Jun 2018 · 375
Images of Summer
Jackie Mead Jun 2018
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
Jun 2018 · 262
Petula
Jackie Mead Jun 2018
One day a young girl of just twenty two
Followed her father, the cobbler, into designing and making shoes

Making shoes that were very grand
She gave them her name as their brand

She made red shoes, blue shoes, green shoes and brown
She made them encrusted with diamonds in the shape of a crown

She made high heels, low heels, wedges and kitten
They were terribly delightful and everyone was smitten

One day as she was closing up for the day
The Prince from the next kingdom, popped in to say

Dearest Petula please could you wait
My wife is pregnant and requires a low heel, if it's not too late

I'll pay you good money and speak of you well
If you could just choose a low heel for my wife, to sell

I'll do better than that Petula replied
If you just tell me your wife's size and if she requires wide

The Prince was so excited size 4 wide he shouted
Petula chose a fine tan leather and set it mounted

She began to shave the leather, treating it with care
And in no time at all she had shaped a fabulous pair

She fancied the shoes with diamonds and feathers
Complimenting the colour and shape of the leather

The Prince was so very impressed and delighted
He ran from the shop so excited

He fetched his dear wife and gave her the pair
She was equally pleased, said it was like walking on air

The Prince summoned Petula to the castle for tea
And duly declared by Royal Decree
Petula shoes would carry the Royal Seal
And asked dear Petula how that made her feel

The Royal Seal means quality ware
People now come from far and wide, to have Petula make their shoes with such love and care

Petulas dad retired to his chair
Leaving Petula to run the shop, he considered it to be fair

The Prince became a dad and Petula supplies the shoes for his little lad

Ten years have passed and still Petula works on her designs for shoes and now other attire
She will.lovingly craft her merchandise until the day she retires
Jun 2018 · 305
La Garde Freinet
Jackie Mead Jun 2018
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
Spent the morning climbing a mountain, so worth the view, it was mild when we started raging heat by the time we had got back but so enjoyed it
May 2018 · 379
A Young lady called Pru
Jackie Mead May 2018
There was a youn lady called Pru
Who declared she had nothing to do

So she set about putting it right
And got into a bit of a fight

You see she wanted to make it clear
That she had nothing to hide and nothing to fear

She was incredibly rude and loud
What she said hung in the air like a heavy cloud

She wanted to set up a stall, selling buttons to one and all
She seemed to have found her call

But she said to a woman who purchased six small ducks
That the woman was bang out of luck

For small was not her size
From her hips to her big blue eyes

She continued with her speech
That made it clear, small was out of the woman's  reach

The woman began to cry
Pru began to sigh

People began to gather
Everyone got in a bit of a lather

A gentleman happened by
And asked Pru why?

Why did she feel the need, to put the woman down?
Pru began to consider and began to frown

That was not her intention, she was misunderstood
She had just meant that small was no good for the woman's hood

Pru and the woman shook hands
The council provided a band

Someone brought scones and jam for afternoon tea
And everyone sat down to eat at about half past three

Now Pru and the woman are friends
And this short story is soon to end

But first I just wanted to say
Thanks for reading, have a good day
Trouble sleeping
May 2018 · 357
Vacation
Jackie Mead May 2018
Winding down, getting ready for fun
Another day at work, almost done

Off soon for a vacation
A short visit to our second favourite nation
First stop Marseille
This is our first stay
Weve been told, a train ride to the top
Views of the Port, your breath will stop

Then further South, we will go
To a familiar place that works itself into your soul
Ramatuelle, St Tropez
One of our most favourite places to stay

From across the bay the Orange Dome is clear, signalling you are near
Luxury yachts in the bay, moored for a week or maybe just the day

The sun beats down on the water, which is glistening
St Tropez has a special sound, if your listening
It's a crazy sound of Mopeds and Smart cars, Moko Jeeps, ambulance noises, people playing on the beach
The noise is not deafening but is truly unique.

During our stay we will relax and unwind, good food, good wine, good sand, good sea
Just unwinding in the sun, me and my loved one
Good friends inviting us into their home, it simply is the best
I can't wait to get there and to truly rest
Not long now, mini road trip starts tomorrow, first stop Twickenham for the Rugby Finals and then a hop over on the Channel tunnel, night stop in Valence Sunday evening , Marseille for two nights and st tropez for 4 nights staying with friends who live there, cant wait over the years it has become home from home
May 2018 · 184
Let it be me
Jackie Mead May 2018
Lifes tough, not all of us  know it
Some choose to fake it and not to show it.

Life throws many obstacles your way.
How you deal with them has a lot to say.

Some people bury their feelings deep.
To theirsleves they like to keep.
It hurts too much to talk about.
Their private people, not ones to shout.
This way is hurtful to yourself, parcelling up your feelings to put on a shelf.
Deal with them at a later date, "not now honey it's far too late".

Others wear their feelings on their sleeves.
Their feelings always on display.
They feel the hurt so deep this way.
Open to hurt by those you love and trust.
As they see in your eyes where your loyalty lies.
Unable to keep it to yourself, your feelings lie unwrapped upon the shelf.

Others like to scream and shout.
Throw their feelings all about.
Never wondering should they stop, freely telling anyone who will listen.
Their dreams and wishes laid out, on the shelf open and glistened.

So many challenges, sent our way, tests of our strengths, each test a different severity and length.
Some tests last a lifetime, others go as quickly as they come.
Each test designed to highlight, detect, strengthen a weakness or two.

You can accept these challenges, see the test through.
Learn from the results and maybe come out a better version of you.

Or you can run from them, never knowing the you that would show, never knowing how far you could go, what person you could be.

Everyone's different no two the same, no right or wrong way to be.
Someone needs to guard and protect you, if not you then let it be me.
thinking of someone x
May 2018 · 249
Driving home
Jackie Mead May 2018
Two lanes traffic, moving oh so slow
Close to home now, not much further to go
 
Sun still shining bright
Casting it's warmth and beautiful light
 
Springsteen playing on the radio, boom, boom, boom, boom
Matey in the next lane, wanting extra room
 
Sun still shining bright
Casting it's warmth and beautiful light
 
All around the sky is a beautiful bright blue with occasional wisps of pale white
It lifts your heart and mind, makes everything feel right
 
Sun still shining bright
Casting it's warmth and beautiful light
 
As I drive, in the distance as far as I can see
Is the beautiful hue of glorious verdant green trees
 
Sun still shining bright
Casting it's warmth and beautiful light
 
Dip down the hill to the bridge that crosses the canal
Nearly home now, the rest of the journey is a bit more banal
 
Sun still shining bright
Casting it's warmth and beautiful light
 
Home now, walk in the door
Hubby hands a glass of wine
Sat in the garden, relaxing, recline
Who could ask for anything more
 
Sun still shining bright
Casting it's warmth and beautiful light
 
 
7pm and the Sun has finally gone for another day
Let's hope tomorrow it can come back out to play
This was last nights drive home, tonight, greyer and colder, got to live nature :)
May 2018 · 284
Residue
Jackie Mead May 2018
The residue of her desire was obvious to see
Her eyes glazed with adoration and lust
His eyes were dark and full of mistrust
She had loved and burned
Her love for him was not returned
Her desire will be pushed away, saved again for another day
Saved deep down where the residues of her other emotions can be found
This was a word prompt on another site
May 2018 · 159
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
May 2018 · 388
D Raven is my name
Jackie Mead May 2018
Draven – D-Raven is my name
I’m well known of course, I have found fame, I am written of in novels and poetry, everyone knows my name.

Over time I have had many different names Vlad and Dracula the most popular by far.
My face is pale white and from time to time I have gotten in fights, my face shows the scars.

I long to roam on my own but from time to time I gather in a brood, we drink and smoke, jump out on folk and generally get up to no good.

D-Raven, I am also d-riven, see what I did?
I am driven to culture the blood from any Human R.I.P’d.

The Human body must be warm, of course, cold blood just won’t do!
Be careful stay out of my way, the next victim could be you!

I nip the neck with my Fangs, that’s teeth to you, they are particularly long and sharp and pierce right through the skin, to the large artery within, which the blood flows.
Watching the victim go pallid and weak, gives me a very warm glow.

By day I sit high up in the sky in trees and buildings, legs slung over the ledge.
Looking for the next victim, whom to make my pledge.

Watching the Humans down below playing and toiling, making their own pledge, trading their souls for a few pennies more.
To buy food, clothes, shoes, maybe purchase a car.

They do not know I exist amongst them, and I like to keep it that way.
They won’t even know before they die, I never look them in the eye.
From the back I approach, hand around their throat.
It’s only afterwards that I stand back, look at them, take them in and gloat.


Sometimes I see beauty, staring back at me, and I take the time to admire; but mostly I see ugliness and I’m glad they have expired.
If I ever thought that perfection existed, I would quickly exit out of this business.
Alas Humans strive for perfection, but it is not a winning aim, so for now there is no end to my killing game.

I continue to roam this earth, day and night, every now and then I reveal myself, in a prank to cause fright (it’s how I entertain myself).
People see and immediately flee, screaming and running away from me, I chuckle and laugh at the fuss I have caused, it lightens the load that I carry, makes me feel.

Have I said I’m handsome of face, at least so I am told, I am also charming, witty and very bold.
I married once, a lady, I met the same day we wed, our marriage did not get old.
She told a tale of lies to get me in her bed, then my one love, my only desire fell head first into a fire.
I’ll never make that mistake again, single I will stay, no one else to think about, I like it that way.

People assume that I can’t be happy but all I can do is laugh and sigh, then calmly reply “500 years and I want more, I love this business of blood and gore.

Pen and Paper will ensure I exist for all eternity, written into stories and poems that rhyme, my name will change, of course, from time to time.
Essentially it is true, that I am through and through a Vampire, who exists to consume the living, think of it as my way of giving, back to society, maybe you should consider me hired, taking the blood of the less desired.

I long for someone to hold my hand, tell me stories of love and desire, if I found someone who could love me for who I am, I would happily retire.
I would take a home down in the depths below the ground, where the Devil stokes the fire.

For now, though, D-Raven is my name, Vampiring is my game (and I’m quite good at it)
Completes a trilogy, A Vampires Life, Walking on the Darkside and D Raven is my name.
Hope you enjoy
May 2018 · 188
Loving yourself
Jackie Mead May 2018
Loving yourself should be easy
What's not to like in what you see?
If you can't be happy loving I
then whoever can truly love me?
©jackiemm158
Just a thought
May 2018 · 2.7k
I'm in no Rush
Jackie Mead May 2018
I'm not in a rush to leave this place.
I'm in no hurry, it's not a race.

I'd like to take it real slow.
So many stunning  places to go.

I want to travel far and wide.
See much more of the English countryside.

Beautiful beaches that surround us in Cornwall and Devon, remind us we live  in our own corner of Heaven.

Mystical places with tales of legends to tell.
So much to do and see, I'll do my best to make it sell.

Tintagel such a mystic place, where legend has it King Arthur had his chair.
He had a roundtable it held many Knights, all ready to defend, always ready for a fight.

In York a Viking museum to tell how they came upon our shores, with longboats, a 60 man crew, paddled with their oars.

Bath has the best Roman baths to be found, laze and spoil yourself in the steam rooms built in Roman surrounds.

In Wales, there's Snowdonia for you to climb, or the less active can take a train ride.
A castle in Caernarfon where Princes are appointed by H M The Queen, the sword on the shoulder duly declares arise HRH Prince of Wales, the crowd are waiting for the new Prince to be seen.

In Scotland there's Edinburgh with a castle tall and round sits atop a very high mound.
The lowlands and the Highlands are a sight of well known beauty, driving around the lochs at night keep your eyes open for a monstrous sight, nessie fact or fiction,

Of course there are the lakes of England too, Windermere the largest draws the biggest crowd. Find a cottage out of sight, snuggle up with a loved one, cuddle tight.
Put on your water skis, hire a boat, sail your wind surfing board, fire up your jet ski any of these activities can be fun and available to be done, daily.

The Cotswolds, for take your breath away beauty, small villages, luscious village greens, cricket playing in the field, Large Houses, Lord of the Manors, old worldly pubs, thatched pubs and rivers waiting to be seen.

There are Dartmoor, Bodmin Moor and Exmoor too, Peak District, Lake District mountain ranges, many a zoo.

I'm not in a rush to leave this place.
I'm in no hurry, it's not a race.

I'd like to take it real slow.
So many stunning  places to go.

So much to do, so much to see.
On your doorstep, no need to stray.
Whatever you do, wherever you go, have a happy holiday.
The sun is out, its a beautiful day and no other place I would rather be   I hope you enjoy and it doesn't sound too much like a travel board announcement.
May 2018 · 358
A Ghostly Apparition
Jackie Mead May 2018
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.
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Between me and you, the day the Monkeys went wild in the Zoo,
was the best day I can remember, let me recall what I saw, at the Zoo on my birthday when I had just turned Two.

My Mum and Dad had taken me for the day, I sat in my pram with the perfect view, for a small person who had just turned Two.

Then came a loud high pitch shriek, from the cage that the three striped Night Monkey lived within.

The Zoo went very quiet, as my Mum would say, you could hear someone drop a pin.

The three striped Night Monkey would sleep all day, come out at night, woke up with a sudden fright.

He began to shriek and began to call, then he rolled over and bashed the cage, he was suddenly in a terrible rage.

His shriek woke up others too, that would normally sleep by day, a Bat-eared Fox, Bandicoot and Badger all woke up about the same time as each other.

The Monkeys in the next cage in sympathy with their kind picked up their food dishes and banged their bars, they weren’t going to be left behind.

I started to laugh at the Monkeys in the Zoo, it all seemed very funny to a small person who was only just Two.

From what I remember of that day the Gorillas chimed in next, they picked the fruit up off the floor and started throwing it at people stood by their door.

The Gorillas too banged their chest and let out a loud roar, as if to say, three striped Night Monkey it’s okay, we’ve got you today.

I ducked my head as a banana flew by and nearly caught my Dad in the eye, he didn’t think it was quite as funny as I, I spat out my dummy and began to shout, “come on Monkeys what’s it all about”.

The Orangutan woke from his very deep sleep, in the middle of the day, he was older than the rest and liked a nap from time to time, to keep sprightly and sound of mind.

He rose up from the floor, standing seven-foot-tall, made his chest twenty feet wide, banged with his very huge paws and shouted with a very loud roarrrrrr
“alright everyone what’s the fuss, why have I been woken up from my mid-day nap, what’s the problem, what’s the mishap?”

The Gorilla turned to the Chimpanzee, shrugged his shoulder as if to say, “any idea what’s happening today?”

The Chimpanzee had no reply, turned to the Bandicoot, Badger and Bat-eared Fox, as if to say “I haven’t got a clue what’s happened here, what about you the Fox with Bat-Ears?”

The Badger, Bandicoot and Bat-eared Foxed all turned to the three striped Night Monkey and said, “what’s up Night Monkey, why the rage, why did you start bashing your cage?”

“mmmm,” said the Night Monkey slightly embarrassed, “it’s not like I was being harassed, it’s just I don’t like spiders and one was hanging from the ceiling, I woke up with a dreadful feeling, that it was going to fall – that’s why I started to call”

I began to laugh even more “fancy a Monkey being scared of a spider, I’m much younger and I’m not scared of a tiny creature”.

My Mum and Dad saw the funny side too and began to laugh at the antics of the Monkeys in the Zoo.

The Orangutan was feeling happier he could now go back to his nap and the three striped Night Monkey he did say, “he would try to be more considerate of smaller creatures, as long as they didn’t try to nest in his handsome features”.

The Zoo began to return to normal and people went on their way.
I will always treasure, and it will always remain, the best day ever, the day the Monkeys went wild in the Zoo.
as i write this i am reminded of a time a gorilla threw a banana out the bars at me, one visit.
Apr 2018 · 301
Walking on the Darkside
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
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.
A follow-on to A Vampires Life, if you've read that one, I hope you enjoy this one too
Apr 2018 · 490
In the still of the Night
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
In the still of the night
A Pale Moon casts its light
It comes and goes, goes and comes
Like it is playing with us as it safely guides us home

One minute the Moon is there to be seen, in its fullest glory
The next hidden behind a cloud, like it’s a character acting out its own story
The moonlight is just bright enough to guide us home
Letting us know as we walk in the dark that we are not alone

We walk and talk, holding hands, laughing with our friends
The Moon continues its game of hide and seek, dipping behind the clouds
It is not long before it’s back taking a peep, ensuring our safe-keep
Guiding us safely home, to our houses in the street, once there were street lights to guide us home
Now I’m glad to say that conserving energy means you are honoured to witness nature coming out to play

The Moon tonight is pale and round it looks very small in the sky and its colour is milky white
The clouds are shades of white and a little bit of grey
I ponder what the clouds will be like tomorrow when the Moon goes in and the Sun comes out to play
Will the grey in the clouds disappear, giving way to blue and warmth?
Will they darken every hour resulting in a downpour?

Nature is perfect in everything it does, wrapping its arms around us all, in one big happy hug


© Jackie Mead
April 2018
Great day and night out with friends yesterday and a beautiful walk home along the canal with just the Moon to keep us company, sometimes the simple things in life are all we need
Apr 2018 · 304
Slow Down in the Rain!
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Come on peeps, do what they say!
Please slow down when driving in the rain.

Do not speed in the rain! Don't leave yourself open to aquaplane.

The car lies crumpled on the side, you are all crumpled on the inside!
Death looms at your door, all because of the Zest for more!

        More Speed, More Haste, More Accidents, More Waste!

Waste of your lives that are no more, leaving your family destroyed and bereft.
Crying tears that will never subside, dull and aching on the inside.
Without you, they are living a life of make do,  learning to live life anew, a life of pain without you!

          Wake Up, Slow Down, especially in the rain.
           Don't let yourself be a victim of an aquaplane.
Nasty accident on the road this morning, really heavy rain, road very wet and slippery. The car was a wrangled mess. Thankfully the driver had a lucky escape and had no serious injuries and no other cars involved but it was due to lost control in the weather
Apr 2018 · 561
A Ghost Love Story
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
There was a lady ghost, from the past.
Who liked to scare people, just for a blast.
She lived in a cottage by the sea and liked to frighten people, like you and me.
The lady ghost went by the initials LJG.
One day feeling brave, I decided to seek her out
Talk to her, see if she would reveal
What kept her at the cottage every day, why she would always scream and shout
See if I could encourage her to stop, see how she would feel if I decided to turn the wheel
I had a plan in mind, you see
To wait behind the bush in the garden, for the ghost to appear
Whilst waiting, I may crack open a beer
Then without warning I would run out, start waving my arms and scream and shout
Wailing loudly, I would say, “hello LJG and how are you today?”
The lady would stop and take a breath, then reply
“I’m peachy my friend why do you ask?”
“I’m here having my usual blast, what are you doing imitating me? I’m the ghost LJG, there is only
one and that’s not you, it’s me!”
To my surprise the Lady ghost did not appear, I waited all day and all night
I was getting very worried that she may have found somewhere else to cast her fright
I went back again the next day, and waited my time once more
I spent several hours feeling bored and decided to step out from the bush to explore
First, I decided I would run around the back, see if the ghost had left any tracks
I tiptoed sneakily, keeping in shade, so I would not cast a shadow on my parade
Nothing to show, nothing to see, I would change my tack
Go Indoors, sneak, creep, climb up the stairs, to see if other plans could be made
Upstairs I found a handkerchief, it had frayed at the edges and tear stains of love soaked into it
I put it in my pocket and started to walk away
When a very small voice asked “why are you taking away, my heart and soul of yesterday?
I halted, I did not expect the lady ghost to show herself
I was ready to give up, retire,
fade away, put my dreams back on the shelf
At last I thought, here was my chance, would she recognise I was once her forbidden romance
"Lovely Joy Golden it is me, look deeply into my eyes, tell me who you see?"
The lady ghost could not believe what she saw before her
Her first and only love, denied by her father
The one she cried for day and night, her pain causing passers-by such a terrible fright
" Pierre my love come set me free, we'll be together now for all eternity "
"No more crying for you my love, I can now be your Prince Charming and you my sweet love"
Apr 2018 · 2.6k
Two Become One
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Two Hearts, beat in time
Two Hearts, yours and mine
Two Bodies, step in time
Two Bodies, yours and mine
Two Souls, crying in time
Two Souls, yours and mine,
Two Minds, thinking in time
Two Minds, yours and mine


Two Lovers beautifully combine Heart, Body, Soul and Mind.
One beautiful package of  friendship respect and love.
Symbolised by the beautiful birds above, two white charming doves.
Apr 2018 · 321
Hand-In-Hand
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
We walk hand-in-hand
Across the beautiful soft sand
The silence is comforting, our love is deafening
We don't say a word, there's nothing to be heard
We walk hand-in-hand
Across the beautiful soft sand
I had a wobble of confidence when I thought the poem was not good enough and deleted it.
Thank you Khaliyah Keedah and TSPoetry for liking it as it was, I've put it back up again now
Apr 2018 · 157
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 :)
Apr 2018 · 227
I dream of being with you
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
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
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.
Apr 2018 · 623
A Young Lads Tale
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
A young lad only fifteen, lived a hard life, grew up to be mean.
One day the lad being hard, got into a scrap in the schoolyard.

He was taken at once to the Headmasters room.
He was left alone to sit and reflect, awaiting his doom.

He began to ponder and wonder about his behaviour.
He thought, If I am always getting into fights, will anything ever come right.?
Will everyone I meet, walking down the   street, stare and pass me by, too scared to even say 'Hi'

The Headmaster took his seat and told the boy to stand.
He asked the boy why he was always so mean? Did he think it made him a man?

The boy took a while to think, took a breath and replied "i'm sorry for the trouble I cause, I've had a hard life but I can turn it around, if you can take a chance, find it in your heart to give me a new start".

The Headmaster was taken by surprise, looked into the boys  eyes and replied
"if as you say you will change your ways from today, then I will let you go on your way"
"should I hear any reports of you being mean and unkind, any reports of you crossing the line then you will be expelled, feel sure it's the truth that I tell"
"now be on your way don't let me see you again today"

The boy relieved ran out the room and went to every class until every exam he did pass.

His life turned out pretty good
, he got a job as a mechanic working under the hood.
His reputation grew far and wide, he worked hard and with lots of pride.

Then one night working late, a beautiful young girl brought in her car, and plucking up courage he asked her on a date.

Two months later down on one knee he asked her to be his wife, thankful for the second chance he was given to turn around his life.

Five years further down the line, now  Father himself to two.
The Headmasters car had broken down. The boy now a man, towed his car into the garage.
He told the Headmaster of his marriage, how he owned his own home and ran his own garage.

The Headmaster puffed full of pride, glad the lad had turned his life around, and was living a life that was now sound.

You see that day Five years past was to be the Headmasters very last, he was feeling happy and carefree.

Between you and me, he did relate to the boys state, having lived a hard life too.

In his early days the Headmaster's life had been saved when someone gave him a chance.

With this in mind and feeling generous of spirit he gave the boy a chance to prove, the boy took it as he had nothing to lose.

Doesn't everyone deserves a second chance?
©jackiemm158
A story about second chances
Apr 2018 · 251
What is Freedom?
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Is it a bird flapping it's wings, soaring high in the sky?
Is it a flower unfurling it's petals at the start of a new day?
Is it a Swan swimming gracefully on the River?
Is it a child playing on the swings?
Is it any of these things?
Or is it the freedom to be able to walk in the park, til the sunsets and it becomes dark?
Seeing with your own eyes the beauty that surrounds, anything from a rosebud to ant mound.
Being able to paint a picture with acrylics or with words without fright or fear.
Being able to drink a beer, raise a glass , clink and shout cheers.
Sunbathing in a bikini on a beach, should not be considered to be out of reach.
Political debate and points of view it's  OK if their different, its more interesting you see if you don't always agree with me.
Wearing lipstick and face paints thats an old tradition I'm happy to uphold, some like it subtle others very bold.
Whips and Chains, I can refrain their not necessarily for me but hey what's stopping you, if this is what sets you free.
Listen to music, it's your choice, country, pop, hip hop, rhythm, jazz or blues, there's a genre for everyone; find something that you like keep playing it on repeat, get the body swaying, dancing on your feet.
Laughter is a freedom no one should lose, so many good comedians around, find one you like and laugh, laugh, laugh, turn that frown upside down.
Travel to countries far and wide, see the sunset rise on foreign shores, dip your toes in the ocean, climb a mountain or two, visit Trevi Fountain, the hills of Peru.
Donate your time to a worthy cause
, attend a demonstration to change unworthy laws.
Dress in clothes of your choice, pierce your ears and ink your skin, don't look on it as being a sin.
Read Shakespeare, Dickens, De Maurier, Kipling, Wilde, Lear, Bukowski, Chekhov, Harris, Hanff, Dostoevsky, newspapers of your choice, let's all rejoice in the spoken word no matter how insignificant or absurd.
Write prose and poetry about what you see, share it online with the poetry community free for all to see.
Cherish your loved ones and nurture their love, watch them grow to acheive their dreams, setting them free to live as they choose, you have everything to gain and nothing to lose.

But most of all own your choices.
Be proud and make heard your voices.
Apr 2018 · 176
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
Apr 2018 · 199
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
Apr 2018 · 228
Freedom to say No
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Saying No is a right
You shouldn't have to put up a fight
Your eight years old you have the right to run in the sun, play in the park, ride on a bike, climb a tree, fall and scrape your knee, drink coca cola, eat pizza, play games with your friends, learn to swim, collect shells on the beach, reach for the stars they shouldn't be out of reach.

At eight years old you should not know ****
At eight years old you should not be murdered
You should still be loved and cherished and running carefree
A child not a political pawn, what has humanity spawned.

India is getting the blame for it was there that little Asifa, lost her flame.

The reasons for this happening is not entirely clear.
But let's not pretend that bad
things don't happen here

We have a duty to our young ones, to watch them very close.
Protect them the best we can, and if we see bad things happening help them to make a stand.
Apr 2018 · 175
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.
Apr 2018 · 208
Darkness
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Darkness
Mysterious, Sinful
Evoking, Freeing, Wicked
The darkness moves you towards the light
Flowing, Framing, Brightening
Illuminous, Ethereal
Light
Apr 2018 · 247
Words
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Tumble through my head
Just as I fall into bed
Spinning round and round
Not making any sense
Where's my pad? It's downstairs

Trying to sneak down the stairs, creaky floorboards, squeaky doors, husband who loudly snores but high alert should I speak.
Trying to sneak to get my pad makes me giggle and laugh

Find my pad, start to write
Hubby quietly stands in door, gives me such a fright
We may as well have a cup of tea, even though its only half past three
We drink and talk, back to bed

Words tumble through my head - - - and my pad is still downstairs!!
Last night, the night before etc etc
Apr 2018 · 275
Emotions
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Running high today
Scared
Lost
A funeral today
Memories
Two years not gone by yet
Still raw
Missing you
Crying
Memories invading, taking over
Wanting a hug
Wanting you to pick up the phone and say "" hi smee"
Missing you today and every day
Just for this website. Where I know I'm amongst friends x
Apr 2018 · 242
Freedom
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
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
Apr 2018 · 254
Thoroughly Modern Maiden
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
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
Apr 2018 · 546
The Boy in the Cave
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
There was a boy in a cave
Fearful that he wouldn't be saved
He would never know if he would be missed
Never know a tender kiss

He had followed two boys underground
"ssh" they said not a sound
Then they pushed him to the ground, tied his hands, tightly bound
Ran away and left him there, they were not nice they didn't care

The game they played was Hide and Seek, the boy in the cave was mild and meek

The boy was there for what seemed like days then suddenly, was he dreaming a sunny haze, or had he ended his young days alone in the cave, unable to be saved.

A ray of light beamed upon the floor
Shone bright upon an exit door
The boy began to hatch a plan but first he needed to break free his hands

He found a rock and set about setting himself free
The boy became ecstatic hoping to be home for tea
It took a while but the binds did break, he shuffled to the door
Grabbed the handle, opened wide and ran outside
What greeted him was a lovely surprise, he couldn't believe his eyes

He had not expected to be missed but clearly through the rising mist he could see his family with tears in their eyes, giving thanks to the heavenly skies

The horrible boys well they went on to grow up mean and bad
They lived a life of loneliness and were very sad

One day, the three did meet, the Cave boy now a man, walked right up and shook them by the hand
"Thank you" he said  "what you did turned my life around, i now have a family and a home built underground" .
Just came to me last night, couldn't wait to write it up this morning, hope you emjoy
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
As I lay engulfed in pain, codeine, paracetamol ibuprofen and voltarol my best friends by my side.
I am grateful for the things in life that bring me the greatest joy.

My family cheer me up each and every day.
Just passing by for a cuppa they all say.
Deep down they surely know how much it means to me, thirty minutes of  the day my mind and body are carefree.

A warm bath, radox in, heat patches upon my skin.
The warm water is high, covers my body, the muscle soak leaves my limbs loose and my mind woolly.
Like a drug induced high I feel relaxed and elated, the pain temporarily sedated.

Cushions piled high behind my back, in one position they can't remain.
Move them repeatedly, change their formation searching, searching for the right mix.
Then get it just right and keep it fixed.

Go the walk-in centre people say, meaning well but not today.
I can't walk to the walk-in centre is the only reply I can say.

Looking around whilst on my bed, words flowing through my head.
I am grateful for all that I've got, grateful for my lot.

I've had this before and I'll have it again, whilst it's here the pain drives me insane BUT it's only temporary, it will go away and therefore I can honestly say for that I am truly grateful.
Probably brought from a combination of Running and picking up the grandchildren, neither of which I am willing to give up just yet, so likelihood is it will happen again.
Apr 2018 · 677
Chinaski, Chinaski
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Chinaski, Chinaski come over here
God Chinaski you stink of beer
Your late again and your work is slow
I should write you up, one more and they will let you go

Chinaski thinks to himself you'll see, I will not conform to who you think I should be
You can stuff your job, the pay is lousy anyway
I have better ways to pass my days

Down to the civic Chinaski did trot
They wrote up his resignation and cut him a cheque
Chinaski took it with great cheer walked down the road and bought a couple bottles of wine and a fifth of ***** and a six pack of beer

He got in his car and off to the track to blow the lot on some halfpenny nag
And to pick up a lady to befriend, maybe get lucky and back to mine, where we can share some bottles of wine

If not so lucky then that's fine by me, I'll get drunk and write my short stories
There's been one constant in my life, longer even than I was married to my wife
That's my typewriter it's special you see
It follows me from room to room, cheers me up when I feel gloom
I put the paper in and turn the carriage and start to write of love and marriage of growing up and moving out, of fights and bars and women and cars.

I write of being on the street of all the women that I meet
I write of work and racing, I write of hardship that I'm facing

I write of the tough life I've had but I don't write it for you to be sad
I write to make you smile and laugh
I write because it helps you see, I write it to cleanse me

If I make you happy along the way then well what really is there left to say

Have a good day, have a Chinaski day
For my American fellow poets, just recently discovered Bukowski, I guess like marmite you either love him or hate him.I can't get enough of him, just finished ham on rye, a brilliant book, really draws you in.  I'm looking for on writing or Hollywood but very expensive on amazon UK and I haven't seem them on the stores I'll keep looking though - have a good day
I probably haven't done him justice but I enjoyed the write.
Apr 2018 · 872
Straws
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Dax Moy you made think
About straws being more than an object to **** up your drink
So I took all the straws upon my back threw them on the floor sat down and started to explore

Now different colours have different meanings
I want to make it clear, that some straws are, indeed, most welcome around here

Red Straws - Red is the colour of Life, Cupid and Love, its the giver of life running in your veins as blood.
Without Red I would have no reason to exist
I want to keep Red it's top of my list

Blue Straws - Blue is the colour of Water, the maintainer of life.
All sorts of life flourish and grow with the drop of water upon the soil, I need it along with the blood to help keep me alive.
I want to keep Blue, if its OK with you

Orange Straws - Orange is the colour of bright sunshine.
It gives us warmth and feeds plants, mammals and our souls.
Orange I'm not ready to let go

Yellow Straws - Yellow is the colour of sand, mixed with Water it makes things strong, buildings that can last very long
Yellow is useful as a handy glue, I'm decided I'm keeping Yellow too

Green Straws - Green is the colour of Grass - mixed with Yellow and Blue can add insulation to walls and ceilings
So dear colour Green, i am feeling that you are the last straw I am keeping

Black - the last straw on the floor, I only has one thing to do.
It ***** the drink from A to B and is the least useful straw for you and me

So now I am decided for me which colours are the best. Why don't you do the same and put your straws to the test.
Someone I know wrote an article about straws on your and freeing yourself of them. Got me. Thinking
Apr 2018 · 203
Room to Groom
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Sat alone in their room
Vulnerable child not yet groomed
On the computer with ***** men pretending to be young and their friend
The fake young person starts a chat
A little bit of this a little bit of that
Luring the vulnerable child falsely to a dare
Take your pants off and sit on the chair
Angle the camera between your thighs
As your reward I've got a surprise
The fake friend continues with the chat
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
The vulnerable child chats right back pleased to be making friends
Agrees to meet the very next day, in a car park a few miles away
No one knows about the meet, no one is aware
The vulnerable child is alone and about to find out their fake friend is really 48
For the vulnerable child it is too late, about to find out where lies their fate
Sadly this trend is growing far and wide.
Let's help our children to stay safe online.
Watching the Kyle files this evening it is always gripping tonight's was particularly so. I wrote this poem, we all need to be more alert and interested in what our children are doing when they spend so much time in their room and on the computer, stay safe, keep your children safe.
I've changed the ending as someone said it sounded as though I was blaming the child and that wasn't my intention
Apr 2018 · 369
Once there was a young lad
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
Once there was a young man, who lived from hand to mouth.
Finding work where he could while travelling South.

He had in mind to make his fortune, see his name in lights.
He had a special trick he could do, while riding on his bike.

He pedalled into a new Town one day, and set about to explore.
He began to look for work, by knocking on people's door.

He wasn't very fussy, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do.
From mopping floors and pulling pints to cleaning people's shoes.

One day whilst riding on his bike, his luck was on the turn.
He came upon a circus and travelling merry go round.

He saw his opportunity and knocked upon the door.
Asked if the Ringmaster would let him show his trick upon the floor.

The Ringmaster agreed and found some jugglers, dancers and a lion tamer as an audience for the trick.

The Ringmaster informed everyone the show would be free and to invite anyone else they liked; the show would begin at half past three.

At half past three the lad turned up, riding on his bike.
He pulled a double bogey pike, while standing on his head.

The Ringmaster was delighted it was the best trick he had seen.
He asked the lad to return the following night to perform before the Queen.

The lad was so excited he decided to phone home to invite his Mum and Dad.

The Ringmaster supplied his family tickets and paid their fare.
He put them up at a Hotel overnight and treated them with care.

The lad was top of the Bill that night, following the jugglers and muscle men   in leopard skin tights.

His time had come and in he rode with confidence and no fright.
He took a bow and pulled his wheels back and with a roar stood on his head, turning the handles left then right, he did a 360 degrees.

The crowd were a frenzy and showed their delight.
He rode a lap of honour round the ring on his bike.

Children came up to him to ask him to sign their books and for a photograph of his good looks.

The lad was delighted, his family too, no more mopping floors or shining shoes.

Now his name is in lights atop of the big tent, his name draws in big crowds and the lad never again paid rent.

His family are very proud and again he met the Queen.
This time the Queen with a sword announced the lad was now a Lord.

The lad became a man and duly met his wife, they went on to have four children, all of them learnt at an early age how to ride a bike.

The man grew old and in time passed away but his legacy would always stay; his kids had developed the trick to now include skids.

His name would always be in lights, he would always be known as the lad who developed a double bogey pike while standing on his head.
A little bit of fun writing this. I hope you have fun reading it.
Apr 2018 · 477
Colours of Spring
Jackie Mead Apr 2018
I walk the river down one side and travel back the other.
I watch the people walk their dogs and children with their mother.
I see the beauty along the course, birds nesting in the trees,
swans swimming with their young,
the fast running water of the weir,
the blueness of the sky,
the yellowness of the sun.
I see the colours of the earth, surrounding us in nearby fields,
where farmers have ploughed the soil the colour is earthly brown.
The field next to it is a blaze of green,
what the brown field will yield is yet to be seen.
Flowers starting to open their colourful heads, Daffodils, Primroses, Tulips , Bluebells  Snowdrops, Crocuses and Hyacinths, in various shades, of Yellow, Red, Blue and White, it really is a beautiful sight.
The warmth of Spring starting to generate various shades of Red, Blue, White, Yellow and Green
The Palatte of Spring is a riot of colour and truly wonderful to see
Don't you just love Spring
Apr 2018 · 129
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
Mar 2018 · 146
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
Mar 2018 · 1.8k
Which colour are you?
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Are you Green the colour of envy and greed
Are you Blue the colour of depression and mood
Are you Red the colour of anger and wrath
Are you Pink the colour of friendship and love
Are you Yellow the colour of sunshine and joy
Are you Purple the colour of bravery and valor
Are you Brown the colour of mud and earth
Are you Black the colour of night
Are you White the colour of light  

Which colour are you best described
Which colour best describes your life
Are are you a mix of all above, a life filled with passion, desire and love.
Answers on a postcard please ☺
Mar 2018 · 382
Cities
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Cities are *****, grimy places
Full of people with interesting faces.

There's dark hair, blonde hair, red hair, white hair and grey ;  imagine all the colours of a rainbow and then add a few.

There's fair skin, dark skin, olive skin and mellow tones too.

There's small eyes, wide eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, grey eyes and brown; some have 20:20 vision, some hide behind glasses, some wear contact lenses to enhance their sight, some have a world of darkness behind their eyes.

There's large noses, small noses, wide noses, button noses, some hold glasses upon their face, some are cumbersome, some full of grace.

There's clear skin, wrinkled skin, acne skin, damaged skin, translucent skin, soft skin, dry skin, sunkissed skin, sunburnt skin.

There's big ears, small ears, pierced ears, cauliflower ears, ears with rings in to make them wide; some people wear hearing aids to enhance what they hear, some live in total silence.

Some people are tall, some are short, some are able to walk, some need assistance every day to be able to walk even a small way.

There are cyclists and runners on every street, roller skaters, walkers your most likely to meet; add in football, cricket and rugby players too, basketball, rounders, netball, tennis and golf, squash, badminton, swimming and diving, there's such diversity in all that we do.

Libraries and Museums open their doors, sshh be quiet, though it's free to explore.

Shops, coffee shops, hairdressers a plenty, though some of the bigger spaces remain empty; cost of rent is exceedingly high and don't even think about the option to buy.

There's leisure parks to walk and have fun with your dogs, parks with swings and roundabouts for your children who are  young.

Some Cities have rivers, some have canals built to let barges through.

Some Cities have harbours, marinas too, look over the Ocean at a sea that's blue.

All Cities have Universities to provide education to those from home or from far and wide.

Spoilt for choice of courses to attend there's professions of course, doctors, dentists, lawyers and nurses, accountants and vets. There's media, dance, English language and literature, geography, history and maths. There's IT, cookery and drama and how to handle a camera. There's business and entertainment, wedding planning and Latin. Any subject of your choice can be found somewhere around.

You can find comedy clubs, poetry readings, chess clubs, scout clubs, lego groups, cookery classes, sewing classes, reading groups, right outside your door, if you took the chance to look around your neighbourhood and the  time to explore.

Don't write off the City though it may look ***** and grimy in places, it is as you can see, full of interesting people and places.
People are interesting don't you think?
Mar 2018 · 542
36 years of loving you
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
We are strong and in love, I love everything you do
You pull me to your side, put your arms around my waist
Kiss me on the lips so tenderly and sweet
Take off my shoes and massage my feet
You make me laugh when I am down, working hard to remove that frown

We are strong and in love, I love everything you do
You wake me up with your kisses all over my face
Let me know that you want me the minute you're awake
Fill me with your love, in bed it’s give and take
You show me your love and support every day, in all that you do and all that you say 

We are strong and in love, I love everything we do
We raised three children to be good not bad
Had lots of laughter and our fair share of sad
Young grandparents at just 45 but holding little Tansy bought such joy to our lives

We are strong and in love, I love everything we do
Fabulous holidays to the South of France
Romantic Meals followed by a dance
Days out to the beach and the Park, parties in the garden until after dark
Holidays to the Caribbean and the USA
Along the way loved ones fallen but memories remain
Talking about our losses keeps the mind sane

We are strong and in love, I love everything we do
Now we step back into our roles as husband and wife but
most importantly lovers for life
Hold my hand baby and let's go
the whole world awaits for us to roam

We are strong and in love, I love everything we do
Love for our family will never end but now is our time my dearest best friend
So let's live our life, enjoy the ride, taking each day in our stride
Forever together and by each others side

It's been 36 years since we said I do
36 years of loving you
I wrote this for my husband but he says I can share it with you.
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
The Mouse with the House on the River Louse and Miss Molly the Dolly who lived next door.
Called a meeting one day of all their friends, The Horse and Master who lived round the bend,  Frog who lived on a log in the middle of a bog and The Bee,The Elf with one ear and the Fly with one eye.
It was a Council meeting they did cry, to discuss, with a little fuss, how to maintain  the countryside far and wide.
It was decreed they would meet in the  grounds of Miss Molly's house at half past three, the house next door to the Mouse who had a House on the River Louse.
It was a council meeting they declared, to discuss a problem that had come to light.
A problem they did fear if nothing was done, would grow and grow and their children would not be able to play out in the woods all through the day and into the night.
The problem they had identified was plastic cups dropped to the side, plastic wrappers left on the floor and plastic bags caught up and swept away down river where the children did play.
Fish in the pond had begun to die, when they breathed through their gills and inhaled plastic ties.
Everywhere they began to look was covered in plastic far and wide, it was beginning to disfigure the countryside.
The Humans were trying to do their bit but it was taking time and this did not fit.
They must come up with a plan and start today if the countryside as they know it, we're to be saved.
The Horse and Master spoke up first, "We can serve drinks in glass cups for anyone with a thirst, we can put up posters and implore they purchase their drink at the countrystore".
"The money we take can be used to buy a machine to wash the cups for the next ones to sup".
The Mouse with a House on the River Louse and Miss Molly liked the idea and made a note to have a word with the owner of the countrystore and if necessary to beg and implore that they start with immediate effect.
The Frog who lived on a log in the middle of the bog and The Bee did confer and the Frog and Bee did then rise. "We would like to say" said the Frog and Bee "we would like to make some signs to put around and advise people to be plastic wise and not to litter it on the ground"
"The signs would be painted on paper of course and the Master and the Horse could help" "The signs would say"
"People who come by this way today, please be aware that we don't want your plastic left behind!"
"Please be friendly and take your plastic home, don't leave it on the ground for the Fish or our children to swallow and die, you wouldn't like it and nor do I"
"Please take your plastic home with you and we will welcome you again, our Human friend"
Again the Mouse with a House on the River Louse and Miss Molly the Dolly liked the idea and agreed that posters were in much need. They asked the Frog who lived on a log in the middle of the bog and The Bee to make a start and to ask the Horse and Master to also take part.
Finally the Elf with one Ear and The Fly with one eye wanting to do their bit, they looked at each other and did say, "We would like to make brightly coloured bins that can be seen from far and wide, encouraging people to dispose of their plastic in a bin, on the side they would say "littering the countryside is a sin"
The Fly with one eye said "the coloured bins would assist humans and their children to identify the bins from afar and when they dropped their litter inside a loud noise would play indicating to children and those who struggled to hear, like the Elf with only one ear, that they had found the bin and their litter went within and not on the ground"
The Mouse with a House on the River Louse and Miss Molly the Dolly agreed and said "we have all been very inventive and were all agreed on the following  main action points to start right away.
The list was made to save the day and it looked like this:
Action1 bring in glass cups
Action 2 Implore the countrystore to supply drinks to the passerby
Action 3 make posters of paper and paint put them up on tree trunks, fences and gates
Action 4 Make wooden bins painted bright for people to fill with all their might
The Mouse with a House on the River Louse and Miss Molly went off to the store, to request and implore they stocked glasses for the folk who liked a drink this would encourage them to stop and think.
The Frog who lived on a log in the middle of the bog and The Bee together with their friend the Horse and Master who lived around the River bend set about making posters with paper and paint
The Fly with one eye and the Elf with one ear together made wooden bins covered in bright paints, which had a voice within when fed with litter did say 'thank you very much, have a nice day'

They all came together the very next day when Council met again and were very pleased with all that had be done, to keep the countryside spotless and still fun.
They agreed to take a week and then to resume again and discuss if the action points had been a success.
A few days later the friends decided to going swimming in the River Louse where the Mouse had a House and Miss Molly the Dolly lived next door.
The Mouse was pleased to see that all the children were swimming freely, they were not  tangled and tied by the river side with plastic ties.
It seems the glass cups, posters and bins had got the message across:

LITTERING THE COUNTRYSIDE IS A
SIN PUT YOUR ******* IN A BIN
It's a very long read and I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this story. The use of Plastics is a hot topic at the moment here in the UK and I'm sure it's the same wherever you live, try buying anything that's not plastic wrapped for freshness.
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