Pirate ….door left open

He is a pirate
down in his soul
born two hundred years
too late

doesn’t matter
all that much
since he still lives
in wonder
anyways

He looks for treasures
in all kinds of places
flirts with women
of all ages and races
falls in love
despite his best intentions

It’s not such a deep
dark secret
how much he loves
the ocean
scotch, vodka and wine
a good rum
and a circle of friends

He walks with a swagger
of a man that knows
full well
he’s being watched
and he doesn’t care

he’s a pirate
down in his soul
born just in time
to make you wonder

what he would do
if he was given
half a chance
to set sail
again.

🍷😉Jeanna’ Mead
5 37 a.m. 12-11-17

Wishes

She believed in wishes

Whispered to the stars

written on paper

carved into stone

blown onto candles

and into thin air

She wished upon a star

and at red lights that stopped her car but not her heart

She wished for kisses

under the moonlight

Along her neck and on her lips

For strength when she felt weak

For scars to fade  and wounds to heal

To hold and to be held

To stand real close and hear

the spoken words she was reading

the lyrics to the music that set her feet to dancing

She wished for grace to forgive
others and herself

Sometimes she wished for bliss

The scent she worn so well

Other times she couldn’t help but wish

For one more chance again

She wished to be chosen

Invited and wanted

And sometimes she just wished to be left to herself

In her sacred place of peace and quiet

She often wished for more time

Another glass of sweet wine

Chocolate bars and strawberries fresh from the vine

The house to be clean

Flowers to bloom

Clients to book

Bills to be paid

Something cute to wear

A perfectly made coffee

She wished to give
And to receive

Good news,good vibes, good things

Wrapped in pretty paper ,.tied with string

She wished for love

And she believed that wishes

Came true

When least expected

in strange ways

And odd places

 So she wished and wished

Even more.