Jacqui Broad Poems
|41.||In A World Of Magic||11/3/2011|
|42.||Here Comes The Bride||11/1/2011|
|47.||My Counted Blessings||11/2/2011|
|50.||Just Driving By||10/27/2011|
|53.||A Fool In Love||11/9/2011|
|54.||The Story Of The Mulberry||11/10/2011|
|58.||Esse Quam Verdi||10/25/2011|
|64.||Things To Do||10/7/2011|
|67.||Givers & Takers||10/18/2011|
|68.||Still I Love You||11/7/2011|
|70.||Cat In The Tree||10/28/2011|
|71.||End Of Day||10/6/2011|
|72.||A Good Thing?||11/28/2011|
|75.||Rolling In The Mud||1/6/2012|
|76.||Curse Of Loneliness||10/7/2011|
|77.||The Thing Of...||10/31/2011|
|78.||Gift For You||10/18/2011|
|79.||5 Elements Of Life||10/11/2011|
|80.||David + Peter = Me||11/4/2011|
Comments about Jacqui Broad
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.
First there was Stephanie, young but so wise.
And Crimson Love, who's name I know, and she's so nice.
Dave, with his short comments, but still is great.
Sir Eric, who is a great poet, if I must rate.
Anele, the African son, whom comes from my land.
Siyabonga, as well, so their poetry I understand.
Asif, who always cordially invites me to read his poems.
Ahmed, too, who teaches me a lot I didn't ...
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