Posts tagged ‘History’

March 21, 2017

History lost to time

by Jem Croucher

Walked down the mile of Bute Street
to the pier head in the bay
Trod where the Glamorganshire canal
supplied the port back in the day

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March 20, 2017


by Jem Croucher

In Cardiff the old Custom House
has seen better days
as it and progress have at
some point parted in their ways

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February 12, 2017

Coming Home

by Anita Lubesh


From waterfalls to stepping stones, meandering
across history’s bones, I am halted by a sound,
the sound of mandolins.

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February 6, 2017


by Jem Croucher


Something that I love to do
whenever I get the chance
is go rummaging in a charity shop
by design or happenstance
Some days I’ll just have a browse
as it’s a good way to unwind
but most times I’ll make a purchase
when a treasure I will find

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February 5, 2017


by Jem Croucher


I walked this way so many times
the route I made my own
Knew everything about it
from where I worked to home
Yet, walking there this morning
there’ve been changes over time
Not least of which the view I see
on the Brighton city line

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February 4, 2017

Balcombe Viaduct II

by Jem Croucher


Passing over Balcombe Viaduct
with winter fields down there
The memory of a leafy green
is distant now the trees are bare
Skeletal they stand forlorn
Winter has them in its grip
And it will still be quite a while
‘Til from that vice we’ll see a slip

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January 5, 2017

With eyes to see

by Jem Croucher


Every so often
now and then
I’ll take a walk
with book and pen
and use my eyes
to look around
when walking in
and round this town

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December 10, 2016


by Jem Croucher


Born in the fifties, baby boom years
A child of the sixties, scuffed knees and tears

A teen in the seventies, met Sal, fell in love
and at the end of the decade, wed the above

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November 19, 2016

Secret Places

by Jem Croucher


It’s hidden by the railway line
unkempt for many years
and if the Signalman could see it now
he’s be reduced to tears
Once known as Railway Gardens
when the signal box was there
Nestled just behind the sign
that warned us “Trains – beware”

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October 13, 2016

Histories’ Fortitude

by jaybluepoems


Deny me not this fleeting moment, forged form pain in workday spent!
Deny me not the chance to grasp this truth in passing as it’s rent from in the flagging husks of time where captured souls of labour fall.
Embrace my soul in words unspoken that from their pallid ashes call the clarity of a hopeful love,
the danger in the risen beam,
the tensiled courage plans to build a nation’s growing dream.

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October 8, 2016

A fall from grace III

by Jem Croucher


I found it on the high tide line
after a night of fire
the grand old lady of the sea
destroyed by spite and ire
Never proved but always known
her final hours presumed
the work of arsonists with flame
the pier now lost, consumed

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October 8, 2016


by William

These whispers follow me wherever I go

Whispers, as haunting as the winds that blow

I can hear them while on my early run

Whispering away into the morning sun

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October 7, 2016

A fall from grace II

by Jem Croucher


Sadly now the Bridgewater Canal
a shadow of its glory days
is almost forgotten and hidden from view
in Manchester’s streets and broadways
Now twenty-first century pubs and bars
vie for trade where once it was steel
Nightlife and partying along its towpath
hide a wound that time cannot heal

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September 9, 2016

Lisbon 36

by Jem Croucher


It was thirty six in Lisbon
when we climbed up to St Jorge
An eleventh century castle
built by Moors above the gorge

But it was cool beneath the olive trees
inside the castle walls
taking pictures of the things we saw
and marvelling at it all

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May 16, 2016

Beware The Ides Of March

by William

He was warned

But he did not take heed

The soothsayer had whispered

“Beware the ides of March”

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April 7, 2016

A to Z Challenge – The Letter F – April 7, 2016

by Bastet

Fending freely
In fields and forests
Foraging for food
From trees and vines:

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April 1, 2016

A whistle, a puff of steam and a smile

by Jem Croucher


Sitting in the sunshine
with a welcome cup of tea
I heard a far off whistle
echoing ‘cross the green valley
And there, across the fields
with a puff of whitened steam
a train left Bodiam station
trundling through the Sussex green

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March 31, 2016

A picture of England

by Jem Croucher


Bodiam beckoned
as the sunshine was sent
and I took in the view
from the high battlement

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February 5, 2016

The dichotomy of the old and new

by Jem Croucher


I’m pretty sure that this was not
the hill of nursery rhyme
when a certain grande old duke
decided now would be good time
to march ten thousand up and and down
but it’s nice to think ‘maybe’
that this was in fact the very hill
from that time in history

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January 31, 2016

Temple cross round

by Jem Croucher


In the Bristol blitz bombing
of the second world war
The Temple Cross roof was
brought to the floor
Yet when the rubble was cleared
though it’s fate was then sealed
some circular Templar
foundations revealed

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January 25, 2016

Queen of the Forest

by Jem Croucher


The Knightwood Oak stands tall and proud
as it has for centuries now
Six hundred years it has been here
withstanding time somehow

And as I stood beside its girth
and looked up at its height
I heard the ages echo there
Faced with this wondrous sight

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January 3, 2016

~ Mighty Mississippi

by ladyliterati


When the Mississippi rages;

Yes, the willows weep
Pushing at her banks

Tributaries rush, not creep
And oh! The devastation

Left in her roaring wake
Her force forever changing

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November 10, 2015


by Jem Croucher


In Buckingham’s expansive green
Stands an ancient chestnut tree
Its gnarled and massive girth attests
to the ages it has seen

As a sapling it was planted
two hundred years ago
To line the driveway leading
to the grand house portico

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September 7, 2015


by Jem Croucher


Walking through Brighton
on a nice sunny day
we admire the Pavilion
which we pass on the way
The tall and majestic
pagodas up there
just have to be looked at
so we pause for a stare

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May 29, 2015

Beeching’s Blunder II

by Jem Croucher


Caught the train as usual
but travelled back in time
The years slipped by like miles
along the Horsham line
The steeped and cut embankment
rebuilt and clear again
As clattering past the Shoreham points
sped my old steam train

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March 5, 2015

York II

by Jem Croucher


Ye Olde Starre Inne in York
For three hundred seventy years
has been licensed as a posting house
and the serving up of beers

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March 4, 2015

York I

by Jem Croucher


‘Cross from Clifford’s Tower
On the River Ouse
‘Neath Roman rampart walls of York
Last night I slept and snoozed

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March 3, 2015


by amongmyfrivolousthoughts

She was all of five years then
An age that should be spent
Begging her mother for stories
Or for the moon on a string
To tie up like a toy balloon
But all she asked over and over
Was if Daddy would be home soon

war is what happens when language fails
― Margaret Atwood