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Best Poems Written by Jaye Mccallum

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Clarissa

A woman of strength and determination;
A benevolent figure of inspiration. 
Resilient, valiant, courageous, honest;
Selfless, sincere, loyal and modest.

Living for others with often no gain;
Despite personal demons of grievance and pain.
A compassionate philanthropist, committed to care;
Born with such qualities, remarkably rare.

These hard days at present seem
empty and dead,
With feelings of despair and desolate dread.
But reflect on yourself, be strong and believe it;
And lo and behold, you’ll  one day achieve it.

Here to win, born to succeed;
A huge prosperous destiny guaranteed.
Have faith and hope in what you aspire,
Be kind to yourself and what you desire.

Like a Phoenix you’ll rise from the flames you’ve created 
You’ll be thankful and proud of the time you have waited.

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Pronouns

We all slip up from time to time,
And small mistakes are usually fine.
If it’s once or twice then that’s okay,
But come on, please, not every day.

My old folks say they’re set in their ways,
Or that it won’t last long, it’s just a phase.
I try to ignore this old mentality,
But it’s not as easy in reality.

You fail to see how it gets me down,
When you don’t respect my gender pronoun.
If you made an effort to get it right,
That really would be half the fight.

It’s who I am, it’s my identity,
All I ask for is respect and dignity.
So bare in mind for future reference,
It’s She, not He, and that’s my preference.

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Sorry

I know that sorry is a word of overuse, 
To justify, vindicate and make an excuse.

Some words are empty and mean nothing at all,
But to anger, frustrate and simply appall.

But I’m saying this word with truth and honesty;
I’m offering a gesture of love, peace and modesty.

So I’m going to say that one word I hate,
As I for one believe, no time is too late.

I’ve been so damn foolish
So hurtful and callous,
But you truly know
That I meant no malice. 

My heart is numb and vacant 
So dull, unoccupied;
My eyes are red and swollen,
From all the tears I’ve cried.

I can’t bare to carry on 
Without knowing you’re here;
I’m sickened with guilt, remorse, dread and fear.

You’ve helped me through some horrible days, 
you’ve given me guidance, support, care and praise.

You make me smile when words don’t rhyme, 
When demons chase me, and the sun won’t shine.

You’ve given me strength when I’ve been weak,
When the present was dull and the future was bleak.

I’ve said sorry once and I’ll say it again
I mean it now and I meant it then.

I’ll say it tomorrow and every other day
Until we can bury the past and put it away.

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Failed

Tempestuous, turbulent, terrifying trouble,
A mere existence, trapped in a bubble.
She can’t break free, she can’t abscond, 
She can’t escape or see beyond.

The demonic man inside her head, 
The malevolent villain who wants her dead;
Who causes anguish, peril and pain,
And makes her think she’s gone insane.

With fury, anger and sheer frustration,
She fights the urge, the near temptation.
The hankering itch to grab the knife,
And end this sombre, dismal life.

Another useless Doctor seen,
Another script for Clozapine.
Sent away with medication,
No care, regard or consideration.

He thinks she story is false and fiction, 
He writes a pointless new prescription;
No empathy, just victim blaming,
Utter disrespectful innocent shaming.

Drugs that cause just dull sedation,
An appalling waste of medication.
Her body and mind remains polluted,
She feels oppressed and persecuted.

The demonic man inside her head, 
The malevolent villain who wants her dead;
His evil voice, grotesque, persuasive,
Manipulating and invasive.

The evil tone that chills the soul,
The exploits the happiness he stole.
This loathsome beast she craves to vanquish, 
And end this harrowing life of anguish.

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Best Friend

When I think about our friendship
I quickly start to see
That mere words can’t describe 
What you really mean to me 

I met you as a stranger
You soon became a friend 
And now we have a love and bond 
That sure will never end 

I love you as a sister 
And I will always care 
Love, respect and loyalty
Are among the many things we share

When I felt that no one 
Could properly understand 
You would always come along 
And kindly take my hand 

I’m glad that life has blessed me 
With a best friend such as you 
To share my life and happiness
And memories old and new

When life gets dull and difficult
And too miserable to bare
Just close your eyes and think of me
And I promise I’ll be there

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Olive and Pickle

Olive and Pickle were two pet rats
As naughty as can be
Always up to mischief 
And trying to climb free 

The rats were cute with big round eyes,
And long thick wormy tails,
But not the kind you’re thinking of,
Cos they’re for boys and males.

Pickle had such love for Olive
She was her closest friend 
She held her in such high regard
Yet drove her round the bend! 

Olive was a cheeky rat
And always stealing food
Yet never kept it from her mate
For Olive wasn’t rude.

There was another person
In the girls’ equation
But not so ratty as the friends 
Although a close relation.

Their human friend I’m talking of
Was their wise and clever owner 
She was a lover of all God’s Beasts
A lovely hippy Stoner 

Clarissa kept them warm and safe
And free from Ill infection
She gave them love and loyalty
And wonderful protection.

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Mum

A remarkable role
A woman so strong,
Courageous, intrepid, resilient, headstrong.
A figure of pride and inspiration,
A valiant star of admiration.

A hero, a guardian, a teacher, a lover,
The compassion and values that make her my mother.
Supportive and loyal for twenty six years,
She caught my falls and stopped my tears.

Provider of love and pure affection,
My heroic figure of warmth and protection.
A woman held in such high regard,
Who keeps me strong when times are hard.

She taught me faith and trust and honesty,
She taught me love, and pride and modesty.
My world, my life, my golden lining,
My star of beauty, so bright and shining.

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Ugly

Ugly

I look in the mirror and hate what I see, 
An ugly reflection staring at me.
A repulsive body and a miserable soul,
No chance to escape from this deep, dark hole.

I struggle to find words
I struggle to explain 
This pathetic existence
Of misery and pain.

Who do I talk to, and what do I say?
So long I have searched for a sensible way.
It feels like a nightmare that’s lasted for years,
A lifetime of living in hatred and fear.

Trapped and imprisoned in this torturous shell,
Confined and tormented, put under this spell.
There’s only myself to condemn and blame,
For a life of despair and despicable shame.

I dream of a day when I’m happy and free,
To be the woman I aspire to be.
I won’t spend forever living a lie,
The choice is my own, transition or die.