Instapoem

I’m an Instagram poem
a cliche I know
But just stay with me here
and go with the flow
For there’s motive and plan
in the words here you’ll find
born from a thought
that took seed in my mind

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For an ear

I am music and pleasure
for those with an ear
Hours of contentment
for freedom and cheer

Sharing

I am laughter and fun
and everything good
Which if you look around
as you know that you should
You will as I do
find that most everywhere
there is laughter and fun
with a duty to share

All Colour

I am all things colour
I look for a smile
Especially when
they’re not seen for a while
But it’s easier when
the sunshine comes out
and there’s things like
Spring and Summer about

Jimi

And here’s me listening
with nigh on fifty years passed
New sound from Jimi’s sweet guitar
still giving me a blast

“Both sides of the Sky” – a new release
in twenty eighteen
Music still gives me goosebumps
however it may seem

Pastel Pink

Pastel pink and gorgeous
Marshmallow-like the blossom swells
on over-laden tree boughs lovely
As every April springtime tells

Magical

Magical this influence
of Mother Nature’s hand
blessed with a dose of sunshine
all across the land

Vibrancy shouting

It was vibrancy shouting
my name out loud
as I welcomed the sunshine
from behind winter cloud

And the stage show of colour
I had waited long for
sang loud with theatre
for raptured encore

Pink and gorgeous

It was there in mid April
delivered with grace
Pink and quite gorgeous
and right in my face

Spring (finally)

And finally Spring
arrives in a day
long hours of sunshine
hip hip hooray
On the breeze is a fragrance
carried with grace
as we welcome the Springtime
with warm embrace

Yellow is…

Yellow comes and yellow goes
but with consistency it shows
that yellow carries summer days
the brightest sun, the mellow haze
So it finds favour just because
yellow is and yellow does

Fever dreams colour

When sleep falters
in fever drams
I think of colour

Canvas

So here is a canvas
and here are my words
crafted with pen
I paint pictures of life

All these colours

All these colours
Bright their palette
Life as canvas
Captured and lifted
As is my soul
Seen in them

Serves me well

The ocean’s pull grabs me again
draws me to its windswept shore
and breathing deep the salty air
I take it in for more and more

Cloudforms

In the clouds I see things
that only I see
shapes that form pictures
I want them to be

Yellow Clouds

Some clouds are yellow
tinged with the sun
the last thing you see
when a sunset is done

Daydreams

Every so often
life with a glance
throws a left-field
by happen or stance
which fortune might leave
to whimsey or chance
but with arms open wide
twirls round in a dance

To sunshine I defer

April showers
or sunshine
I know which I’d prefer
Golden shafts v greyish strokes
To sunshine I defer

Under rainbows

Walked home under rainbows
in a leaden sky
Gave me pause to wonder
as I hurried by
The hope left in that promise
all those years ago
With rain and shine a beauty
ever there on show

Ebb and flow

As waters come and go
and change with passing tide
and ebb and flow and flow and ebb
across the oceans wide

BST

All hail to lighter evenings
with British Summer Time
A promise waiting in the wings
of warmer things in line

And walking home this evening
the birdsong in the air
proved to me they thought the same
and shared that promise there

Twelves Months Four

No.9 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months’ series

Here’s to the humble daisy
as April comes at last
Perhaps now the sun will shine
with winter months now past
Goodness knows, we need it
coats and jumpers need a rest
for now it’s time for warmer things
and times we love the best

A little yellow…

A little yellow’s what I need
Springtime needs to be here now
Winter’s overstayed its welcome
time to leave and take a bow

Good friend music

Open fire, St James’
folk music and a beer
My soulmate and two daughters
on a Sunday with me here

Waiting for the music, chilled
good conversation flows
The band arrives, the music plays
and dancing with it grows

Lamb’s Green Yellow

In Lamb’s Green the daffodils
have made an appearance
Spring waits there in the wings

And the yellow is welcome as
it speaks of the sun and
echoes as Nature she sings

Free

Today I found freedom
and went for a run
in Simon’s Field, Faygate
with frolics and fun

Spring

Counting days til sunshine
and the pleasure that will bring
with long hours at the beach hut
in the warmer days of Spring