Clouds have got me spellbound

As they go drifting by

Perhaps they are the ghosts.

Time worn shadows in skies.

In abstract formations

Vague effigies fly

Always otherworldly

Their mystery gratifies.

Evermore they’re dreamy.


©Jacqui Slade


Aggression is deliberate 

with malice intent its conduct,

full of jealousy and hate.

Aggression is deliberate

with purpose to hurt and deflate.

Insidiously it destructs.

Aggression is deliberate

with malice intent its conduct.


©Jacqui Slade


Sometimes life throws a

spanner in the works.

It’s always when you

think you have nailed it


that it wrenches at

your heart, prising it

open, cutting you with

its saw. Often it


will drive you nuts but

don’t bolt to go and

get hammered thinking

you’re in a state of


disrepair. Screw your


All you need is a

toolbox to fix you.


©Jacqui Slade

The First House

The doorway of existence

opens. New beginnings are

born. Life manifests itself

in the metamorphosis of


water into air. The key

unlocked the self. Foundations

were cemented in the stars.

The windows reflect your soul.


Each brick is constructed with

your ego. You are your own

architect of destiny.

Your true personality


will eternally reside

in this primary dwelling.

Don’t show the world ugliness.

Compose structural beauty.


©Jacqui Slade