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Lost

Lost without you in my arms
Missing you so much
I long to see your smile again
To feel your warmth and touch
I have this empty feeling
A space inside my heart
A sense a piece is missing
Whenever we’re apart

© Jacky Leonard

 

Author’s notes
Even the strongest person can feel lost, empty and alone, when kept from the person they love.

Love is…

Love is…
…being caught in the sheer pleasure of a moment
…seeing beauty in all of nature’s creations
…an unspoken connection between 2 people
…easy, when you open your mind, heart and soul to its possibilities
…as it is and perfect as it is!

© Jacky Leonard 2011

Crazy for you

I think I’m going crazy
Or perhaps I’m not at all
It’s probably down to feeling
All these symptoms of withdrawal
That may sound quite confusing
But it makes good sense to me
It’s just I’m missing you so much
I love you loads you see!

© Jacky Leonard

Was I wrong?

What we shared I thought was strong
Did I interpret it so wrong?
The intimacy of your touch
To me had always meant so much
Abruptly snatched away, no trace
Left of the passionate embrace
We shared when you believed in me
And how wondrous our love could be

Jacky Leonard © 2011

Click, click, BANG!

Spin the barrel, take aim, fire
Is death the outcome you desire?
The chamber empty, hear the click
No quick end from the cancer stick
So squeeze the trigger once again
Will alcohol provide the end
Or will it be the pills you pop
Because you want the pain to stop.
The horror stories in your brain
Are slowly driving you insane
Into a hell of your own making
A self destructive journey taking
You towards your final bet
A lifestyle of Russian roulette

© Jacky Leonard 2012

 

© Jacky Leonard

Author’s notes
This was written as an observation on some of the less positive ways we find to ease mental anguish and how easy it is to spiral into a lifestyle of self abuse.

 

The Poppy

Proud and tall within our fields,
A memory of our dead
A vibrant splash of colour,
A brilliant sea of red.
They stand for pain and suffering,
The killing fields of war
Where men and women perished,
As millions have before.
When will the fighting ever end.
Can we hope there’ll be an hour,
When people live as friends in peace
And the poppy’s just a flower.

Jacky Leonard © June 2012

Author’s notes
One of my personal favourites.  I was running with my dog, Boots through the Cotswolds lanes to meet one of my best mates for breakfast.  I was inspired by the splendour of the thousands of poppies in the fields and struck by the incongruity of their beauty with the horrors of war which they are now associated.

I arrived asking for a pen and paper to capture my thoughts and it was written by the time breakfast was served.  

Getting abreast of the situation

Put your shirt on came the shout
Please don’t get your mammaries out
It isn’t big, it isn’t clever,
It’s not even the sort of weather
For showing off your ample chest
Without the covering of a vest.
You’re bound to catch your death of cold,
You really shouldn’t be so bold.
For pity sake, hear what I say
And go and put your tits away!

(Jacky Leonard © 2002)

Questions, questions

Do you love me?
Do you want me?
What are your doubts and fears?
Does commitment frighten you?
Or can you plan for years?

Do you need me?
Do you care?
When will you decide?
Will you always run away
To find a place to hide?

Do I love you?
Do I want you?
Will I always care?
Just open your heart and trust in me
I promise I’ll be there

(Jacky Leonard © 1994)

I wandered…

I wandered lonely as a cloud
My Ipod tuned to girls aloud
I sang along in dulcet tones
Oblivious to earwiggers groans
Proof positive of just one thing
It’s a fallacy all the Welsh can sing!

© Jacky Leonard

Authors Notes
Written at a Montpellier Writers Group session.  We were given the first line to play with.

 

Shh…

Shh it’s a secret
Shh you mustn’t tell
I’ll only share my views with you
If you share yours as well
I don’t want to be silent
I’d rather speak with you
But please be careful with my thoughts
Or I don’t know what I’ll do

Jacky Leonard © 2010

 

Authors Notes
Written at a Montpellier Writers Group session.  I’m an introvert and it’s taken me a long time to share my stuff.  This was a reflection of where I was.  Concerned about having an opinion for fear of being shot down in flames, or ridiculed.  Thankfully, I’m well over that.  I read a quote in a DMM catalogue which made me laugh and gave me a better perspective.  ‘Opinons are like arseholes, everybody has one.’