Tag Archive | poetic

The Darkest Carnival 

I speculated about

A dark and dusky night

with the devil rooking

all those carnival tricks,

and the Ferris wheel

revolving the sad music

of doubt.

A weird crazy sight.

For a long long time

it was night.

Only I was giving up.

I ran like mad.

A hundred miles

saved my life.

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©Jacqui Slade

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Mad Energies 

Tremendous energies met head on,

wandering in hallucination 

together.

Digging everything

they became

perceptive and blank.

The mad ones

desirous of everything

Burn

Burn burn

like exploding stars.
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©Jacqui Slade

The Night Is Getting Darker 

The night is getting darker 

the street lights are coming on,

another day is leaving

and our energy has gone.

The night is getting darker

the stars will twinkle and shine,

in natural light above us

in our birth they are defined.

The night is getting darker

our astrologies are born,

they’re cast among the shadows

and the coming of the dawn.

The night is getting darker

and our heart felt dreams released

by flutterings of eyelids

as our starlight gives us peace.

©Jacqui Slade

To The Clouds Above 

To the clouds above

Falling into daydreams

head to the clouds above,

imagination tripping

in happiness and love.

Ideas wisp and fluffy

billowing in the skies.

Floating to destinies,

wishes to realise.

Eyes dreaming in wonder,

excited,flutter desire.

Inklings in their stargaze,

concepts twinkling inspire.

Infinite creation

in retinas displayed,

walk through clouds on journeys

to futures to be made.

©Jacqui Slade

Give Me A Sunrise 

Give me a sunrise

of daydreams, new dawns

and horizons of

universal love.

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Give me a sunrise,

each fresh beginning

born in auroras

of orange and pink.

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Give me a sunrise,

awaken the world

and harmonise peace.

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Unite with nature.

Give me a sunrise

a plethora of

clarity, clear skies

unify mankind

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Give me a sunrise

our hope will shine through

our hope will shine through

our dreams will come true.

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©Jacqui Slade

The Memory Puzzle 

Pictures are enigmas 

in retrospective blur,

recollect sepia

in playback to recur.

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Enigmas and memories

in lost and faded words,

life a silent movie

once lived coloured and heard.

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Memories and puzzles

wistfully recollect,

each a precious moment

to cherish and protect.

.

Endeared minutes captured

in futures reminisced,

cinematic thinking

of heartbeats that are missed.

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©Jacqui Slade