Biography of Jacqui Broad
Hi, my name is Jacqueline and to just say I'm a lover of poetry, would be an understatement. I feel passionate about it! May my poems be inspiring to some, for that's my aim. And if it doesn't make sense, that's also fine, because I am weird.. :) Thanks for reading, then...
Jacqui Broad's Works:
Not published books, yet, but published poems in different anthologies. Published by a Poetry Association of Africa. And then some published by the Christian Association.
Jacqui Broad Poems
To All My Friends
Never did I want to share my poetry. To bare my soul and show pieces of me. But I thought what's the use of writing then? And so I've come to learn many a friend.
Yin And Yang
What makes one good? What makes one bad? What makes one understood? What makes one sad?
All I Want
On the wings of your dove I want to fly. On your shoulder I want to spill tears and cry. In your loving arms I want to feel wrapped. In your loving mind I won't feel entrapped.
Every night you question your poverty, while rich people enjoy their frivolity. To you life just doesn't seem fair, you being left in ashes and despair.
Ten Years After
I gave you the most precious gift a girl can give to any man... I knew if I had troubles, to you I could ran.
When You'Re Gone...
How many sorrow in a single tear? Four seasons in one day, instead of a year. How many seconds in a stretched-out day? I miss you when you are away.
Looking for something to write, I lay awake late at night. Sometimes I see dawn changing the sky. I have stopped asking the oblivious 'Why? '
Reasoning With Time
Give me a reason for singing, And I'll sing right through the night. Give me a reason for clinging, And I'll hold you, oh so tight.
Life is a bitter cherry, brings you down while being merry. You may sit and enjoy a cup of tea, when you get hit with such misery.
Bob Marley sings 'Don't worry about a thing, 'cause everything's gonna be all right.' And it's true if you think through the night.
The sky is crying, the same as my heart's weeping. Can you build an arc?
The Music Blowing In The Wind
My wind-chimes makes a beautiful sound. Blowing in the wind, that blows in my room. It has no tune, but in it, beauty I have found. Soon it will rain in the late afternoon.
I'm chasing a dream, I know, yet, I don't want to let go. In my dream, I see you picture clear; I reach out to touch you without fear.
1. Words escape my mouth. Not necessarily the words I want to speak...
I want to share a joke,
but your face is a frown.
Curiously, I continue to poke,
turning myself into a clown.
You watch with impenetrable eyes
how I suffer in my struggle
to hear your laughing cries -
I'm learning the art to juggle,
instead of playing on the playground