What the summer’s for

There’s a lone kite surfer
out on the seas
dancing on waves
in an easterly breeze
The tide’s on the turn
and is going out now
but the sun is still strong
and warm on my brow

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Mr Brown and the bees

Mr Brown (not his name)
just a name that we gave
has a hive in his hut
which he’s trying to save
A man with a pole
and a spray and a hat
came and prodded about
and it seemed that was that

Horse in the water

Horse on the beach
with his hooves in the water
Well, why not, I thought
in this weather he oughta
‘Cos if people can paddle
then why not a horse
No reason to think of
and just right of course

Fortunate Fellow

There’s a little dog barking
just in the sea
the gentle waves lapping
as he runs around free
People are paddling
and all having fun
Enjoying the warmth
of the full evening sun

My Place

Can I just say, yes one more time
‘This is my favourite place’
As you’ll not find me here
without a smile upon my face

Magnificent III

Between the posts, the sea
the water calm and blue
The bench, a perfect place
to sit and watch the view

And, truth be told, this place
for just a moment spent
with gentle summer breeze
is quite magnificent

Continuity

Continues the sun
Long hours over summer days
June into July

Time after time

Yes, I know I have written
many times in the past
of this beach and the sea
and it won’t be my last
For this place here in Sussex
I will gravitate to
whenever I can
Well you would, wouldn’t you?

Me and the seagulls

On the beach here on my day
the best place to be
Outside the beach hut
beside the blue sea
Sou’ Westerly blowing
Waves green and blue
White horses leaping
with surf as they do

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Back in nineteen seventy-nine
all those years ago
With me in white, my bride in blue
we walked in sunshine slow
A promise made, sealed with a kiss
the entourage they laughed
and in that moment, with applauds
we were wed at last

Long weekends

The welcome of the long weekend
when sun is shining
And, with coffee in hand
I smile to the day and
realise that I am not working

To the river

There are steps to the water
and I don’t know why
Something with meaning
in times now passed by

Perhaps for a boatman
to access his craft
For trade on the river
to board fore and aft

New Day

In the sunshine
with coffee at the dawn of a day
One of the best ways
to start I would say

Peace

At Kew by the water
The Thames is quite low
It’s still early morning
and the river is slow
Time for respite
and peace by the trees
with only the sound
of birds in the leaves

Little boat bobbing

There’s a little boat bobbing
on the waves just out there
Alone in the water
its white hull a-glare
Catching the sun as
it catches the sea
Glinting like diamonds
quite brilliantly

Twelve months seven

No. 12 of 12 in the Jemverse “Twelve months’ series

Delphinium Larkspur
climbs to the sky
in the bright sun
on the first of July

Haven

On the beach with its stones
I am often alone
But I’m not far from home
so I quite often come

It has peace to condone
Free from hassle and phone
And it’s not far from home
so I quite often come

Laughing

The bigger the waves
the louder my shout becomes
Laughing on the shore

Open House

We had an open house this year
Adur Arts in June
Three weekends with Sally’s glass
displayed in the front room

Poetry comes alive

Midnight petrichor
the earth brings me to her and
night time takes me there

Sometimes my best words
come in the small hours
when I should be deep in slumber

Oasis

Sat in St Nicholas’ churchyard
high up on the hill
overlooking Brighton
with all around me still

Sipped a bold, strong coffee
the sunshine breaking through
with history around me
which from my past I knew

With inspiration here

I write with words that always come
formed into lines until I’m done
A synergy that’s oft begun
with inspiration here

Night and day

Neath crimson sky
I whiled away
the embers of a golden day

Neath golden sky
I bid adieu
to night time and a morning new

Joy to share

Glint on water
Sea of blue
You’re just like a friend I knew

Oft I came
sat for a while
That friend knew how to make me smile

Digging Weeds

Digging weeds
is hard and hot
and our allotment
has a lot
But it’s rewarding
when we see
things we’ve planted
growing free

Letting go

I have words in my hand
which I keep small
secretive, in case they fall

But sometimes when
the pace is slow
I’ll open up and let them go

There for me

Down on the beach
with lapping waves
the sea is always
there to save
It is my solace
yes, my gain
Graceful comfort
free from shame
A comfort blanket
wide and free
and ever always
there for me

Life Music

Quite often then
my eyes will dance
‘tho my feet
are slower there
For there is music
all around
in life most
everywhere