Jacqui Broad Poems
|82.||Cat And Mouse||12/31/2011|
|83.||A Special Place||12/8/2011|
|87.||The Music Blowing In The Wind||12/1/2011|
|91.||Reasoning With Time||12/23/2011|
|92.||When You'Re Gone...||12/6/2011|
|93.||Ten Years After||11/15/2011|
|95.||All I Want||11/11/2011|
|96.||Yin And Yang||1/9/2012|
|97.||To All My Friends||12/1/2011|
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 ...
End Of Day
Behind the weeping willow,
the sun sets.
I follow the twilight's
hues of red.
First, yellow, orange, red,
Black follows after the blue,
let's you think...
Can life be as colorful in