Eyes bright
Heart drumming
Walking light
Fingers strumming

Mouth smiling
Hair gleaming
Looks striking
Demeanor pleasing

Muscles loosen
Nails trim
Skin translucent
Confidence brim

Long legs, striding long
Whistling your favourite tune
Head held high, showing you belong
Walking at night, by the light of the moon

Hand in each others hand
Walking, talking, laughing,
Together as you walk across the sand
Kissing, smooching, dancing

Happy New Year to one and all as we wait to see how the cards fall
Our journey begins for 365 days, make sure you connect the dots along the way
Each day is a page for you to write your story
Let your dreams unfold in all their glory
So Poets I cannot wait to read what you Pen individually.
There remains only one thing left to say
Happy New Year, Happy 365 days.

Let's write **

I find it hard to write as flowing
as other poets do.
I find it hard to paint a picture
as many artists do.
I find it hard to write good music
as many musicians do.
I love to write it clears my mind.
I enjoy good art it gives me calmness and peace.
I love good music, it lifts my spirits.
You don't have to be good at something to enjoy it.
Enjoy, appreciate, love, live.

Harry the hedgehog and Sammy the Snail, lived together, in harmony, in the garden of a cottage called THE LAST TRAIL.

The owners of the cottage were indeed very nice. They were always putting out food for squirrels, hedgehogs’, snails and of course mice.

By day Sammy would pull his head inside his shell, which Sammy found kept him warm, very well.
Harry would pull his body in tight, making himself into a small ball.  

Together Harry and Sammy would wait for night time to fall.
They would stay this way all through the day. Hidden and safe, with nothing to say.

When night time came, Harry would extend his body and shuffle his feet, wriggle his nose and walk down the path to his own rhythm and beat.

Sammy the snail would pop out his head and slide and glide along the garden path, swerving from side to side.

Together they would make their way to the vegetable bed where the owners of the cottage left some milk and soggy bread.

‘Yuk!’ thought Sammy, in his mind the owners, they weren’t being very kind.

Harry though he would stay and devour the meal while Sammy made his way to something that held better appeal.

Whilst Harry took his time consuming the soggy bread and milk. Sammy’s food choice was of another ilk.

Sammy made his way to the cabbages where he used his thousands of tiny teeth to strip the goodness from the leaves.

Bellies full Harry the Hedgehog and Sammy the snail made their way back home, leaving behind them a silvery trail.

They settled for the rest of the night, happy in each others company, waiting for tomorrow’s twilight.

When they would wake again and make their way to the vegetable bed to fill their tummies before returning to their own safe beds.

I am a Traveller on a journey with no beginning or end

I am a Traveller who seeks new experiences with Family and Friend

I am a Traveller who likes to write about what she sees, how I view the world of course is uniquely me

I am a Traveller and set my compass to my next destination, plan my trip from A to B leaving room for spontaneity

I am a Traveller seeking out what I know, historic places, jewels in the Crown, maybe stumble across some old parts of town

I am a Traveller who loves to meet locals, sitting at a bar or restaurant, friendly chit-chat reveals a hidden treasure I would surely have missed if not for the local gossip

I am a Traveller I travel by plane, car, train and sea, there is no limit to the places I wish to visit and see

I am a Traveller who records everything I do and see by Pen and Photography

I am a Traveller with my husband by my side, we will travel until we can travel no more

I am a Traveller until the day I die and one last trip to the cosmic sky

I am Woman that is certain
But what makes me unique
Join me on this journey as I peel away the layers and look further than skin deep

I AM Wife and Lover
I AM Mother and Grandmother
I AM Daughter and Sister
I AM Aunty and Niece
I AM Goddaughter and Godmother

I AM Runner and Walker
I AM Listener and Talker
I AM Reader and Writer
I AM Settler and Traveller

I AM Serious and Funny
I AM Sociable and Discreet
I AM Reliable and Dependable
I AM Cold and Heat

I AM Fun and Loving
I AM Kind and Giving
I AM Generous and Mean
I AM Nervous and Calm

I AM Supportive and Demanding
I AM Giver and Taker
I AM Lover and Fighter
I AM Adventurous and Squeamish

I AM Slow and Fast
I AM the Future and the Past
I AM Classless and Class
I AM Familiar and Unique

I AM **** and Desirable
I AM Small and Curvy
I AM Smart and Sassy
I AM Happy and Sad

I AM Rich and Poor
I AM Foolish and Wise
I AM Lucky and UnLucky
I AM Courageous and Weak

I AM the sum of all my parts, I AM ME from my skin to my heart.

Who are you?

I did a little dance, when the postman came.
He handed me a letter, addressed with my name.
I was delighted and excited to receive such a gift.
I hurriedly opened it and then saw this:

The letter began with “how do you do?”
I wanted to reply “very well, thank you”
No one was there to hear my reply.
I then continued reading, with a little sigh.

We would like to offer you for the bargain sum of thirty pounds.
The use of our employee to fix your computer, this offer to me was very sound.
The letter stated a number to ring, have your payment card handy when you begin dialling.
We’ll sort it out, just need the long number, sort code and three numbers from the back.
At this point I didn’t know that I would be hacked.
It sounded very easy, I couldn’t go wrong, and I began to sing a little song.

I dialled the number and got straight through, they said “welcome, let’s help you”
“Start Up your Computer, let’s see what we can do”
• Step 1“enter your password”
• Step 2 “say it out loud so it can be heard”

I did exactly as the operator said
I repeated the password as it came into my head
I heard some hearty laughter in my ear
I continued with stealth and still had no fear

Next the operator said “go to your browser and enter these letters”, which I noticed spelt out  "L O S E R”
I asked the operator what he meant but he didn’t reply
I stayed on the phone for a little while longer, still no reply
I noticed there was no noise, chatter or laughter anymore
Then realised what had happened and fell to the floor.

I was still on the floor sobbing when my daughter came home
She called my bank via her telephone
She explained what happened and how I’d been hacked
I’m sat here waiting for the Bank to get back.

The moral of the story is throw these types of letters in the bin
Don’t be weak, don’t give in
Keep your password in your head
Or to be frank, you will end up with no money in your bank.

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 **

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

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

How do i begin,
To say the thoughts i am thinking,
To describe the way i feel,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.

How do i start,
To say with all my heart,
The way i feel about you,
To paint a picture true,
To be at one with you.

How do i commence,
By not sitting on the fence,
To describe the way i feel,
To say i love you sweetheart,
With all my heart,
And have from the very start.

Here, i will give it a go, with my heart, body, mind and soul
To tell you, i desire the heat of your fire
To tell you, i desire, the touch of your flame
To tell you, i desire, the feel of your heat

I long for your touch,
Your kisses,
Your words, whispered.

You hold my hand,
A light touch,
It brands your name on my heart,
I know ive loved you from the start.

When is it too soon to say those three words,
To tell you how i feel,
To let you know my love for you is real.

When is it too soon, to say i love you
Is it to soon, to say these three words,
To paint a picture with words,
To make myself heard.

I LOVE YOU

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.

Dad, I know you would not want me to say..
but I miss you every single day.

You were my hero from an early age
my guardian, my teacher, my wisely sage.

You and Mum raised us all with such love.
Handling us all with kitten gloves.

Your knowledge and experiences you would freely impart.
You really were oh so smart.

There was nothing you wouldn't do
To keep your Family close to you.
An arm to hold us, stop us falling down.
An ear to listen when no one else was around.

You were strength
You were smart
You were fun
You were loyal
You were our rock

We won't forget you Dad, you'll never leave our hearts.

Love you **

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

Last night I went out for a run
2.23km Job done

I run because I can
I run because that's who I am

I run when it is late
I run to decide my fate

I run through wind and rain
I run no pain no gain

I run to set me free
I run because it is me

I run.

One was about 83
Crossing the road quite fast and merrily
Pulling his shopping trolley behind
The trolley as tall as he was short
This made me laugh and made me snort
He was smiling too and seemed quite a pleasant man
He seemed aware of the traffic on the road and got to the other side as quick as he can

5 mins later I saw a man about 85
He was as tall as he was wide
Slowly crossing the road
Daring the motorists to try and go
When he got to the other side he paused I thought to wave thanks
Instead he lifted his ******* in salute and lifted his hat as all the motorists went toot toot
This made me laugh and made me hoot

At first I was shocked and a little rocked and then I began to smile

I finally worked it out if  am lucky to survive to the grand old age of 85
I hope I still have fire in my belly and able to walk about instead of sitting in front of the telly

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!

I see your eyes in the blue and grey of the skies
I see your long arms in the trees as the branches unfold
I see your feet running across the green green grass
I see your tears in the flowing of the seas
Tears of happiness your free from pain
Tears of sadness knowing we won't see you again

But in fact I'm down
Should be smiling not wearing a frown
My book got published yesterday
And that should make me happy
Instead why does my brothers opinion matter so much
I guess it's cos I need his trust

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

Ouch that hurt, I heard someone shout before darkness descends and I hit the floor.

As I began to regain I heard someone screaming in pain.
Trying to push myself up off the floor  but my wrists they f*ing hurt!
The screamer becoming clearer now as I began to shout.

Before long police and paramedics attending roadside.
Gas and air my hero dealing with pain, not my pride.
Laughing with the paramedics enjoying the ride.

Straight to hospital, blue lights on the way.
Not the worse thing, says the paramedic, to happen today.  

June 14th Grenfell Tower fallen, families lost and all of their treasures.
Perspective gently given and received,my pain is real but in small measure.  

Angels at the hospital attending my every need.
Cleaning my skin and stemming any further bleeds.

Drs order the x rays 1,2 and 3 both wrists and my elbow to be sure.
Cast on my right arm, thank goodness for that, just one break, no more.

Morphine for pain relief, tiredness over comes me, please just let me sleep.
I'm feeling so sore and tired I could weep.

All those services all that care tenderly given and gratefully received.
How do I know, why do I care, we'll of course it's because I was there.

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.

I search each person that I find,
Wondering whats going on in their mind,
Who are these people, where do they go?
Are they hurting of body, mind and soul?
Or are they happy with their life?
Carefree and spirited, no strife,
So many people, so many situations,
Let us not judge by race or nation
Let us help each other as best we can,
One Mother, one Father, One as Man

I don't live life in the fast lane; being a Slug.
I am one of nature's slowest moving insect or bug.
I take all day getting from A to B.
On the lookout for shiny green leaves; for my tea.

Gardeners dislike me, they lay down a blue pill.
The intention to make me very ill.
I will have the last laugh with them yet.
As their beloved Son covets me for his Pet.

Gladly I live to see another day; nowhere to go, nothing much to say.
Moving slowly from A to B; leaving a trail behind me, silvery and slimy.
Living life slowly and cautiously, and that suits me.