Pilgrim’s Progress

Found a copy of the ‘Progress’
it was just three ninety-nine
from the Oxfam shop in Worthing
thought, ‘I’d like that to be mine’

So I gave the lady waiting
the price there on the back
and took the volume home with me
to place on my bookrack

Sorted

Had a bit of a sort out
and found lots of things
some purchased at random
in one of those flings
Others forgotten
or just put away
on a whim and a fancy
on one rainy day

Simple Pleasures

Writing in my little book
really brings me pleasure
just crafting lines of poetry
to hold and yes, to treasure
I just can’t stop myself I find
I simply have to write
be that in the daytime
or late into the night

Of shillings and treasure

I watched the shilling spinning
it was mine in no small measure
Enough to buy two Matchbox cars
to hold and keep and treasure
The fingers twisted blithely
as they caught and spun again
but I saw no abandon
found no one there to blame

In times such as these

A long shaft of sunlight
peirced the gloom
and lit up an otherwise
darkly clad room
It spoke of a promise
born on a smile
with a voice full of hope
I’d not heard in a while

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

Pleasure to bring

Went for a walk
in the town where I live
It’s still got attraction
and plenty to give

And I sill get a buzz
when I’m walking down here
It brings a warm feeling
and plenty of cheer

Hibernation

Most times on these cold winter days
you’ll find me snug inside
as chilliness and cold are things
I really can’t abide

Give me a pen and paper and
some music and you’ll see
that I’m content to stay indoors
and let the winter be

Complete

6 of 6 in the Jemverse’ Shoreham’ series

There’s a view which here in Shoreham
is complete in every way
as it epitomises
all about the place, I’d say

A little box of heaven

I have a little box of heaven
which I’m watching carefully
As I’ve nurtured every seedling
as you would quite naturally

And yes, I know they’re on the small side
but they’re growing all the time
So I’m confident that fairly soon
I’ll be rewarded with a sign

Allotment IV (aka ‘A certain pleasure’)

There is a certain pleasure
at the end of a long day
to pop to the allotment
and have a little play

I might do some watering
or strim the grass a bit
or do a little weeding
or in the sunshine, sit

Joie de vivre II

Don’t let me sit inside
when there is sunshine to enjoy
Fill me with the wonder
that is out there to deploy
Give me the enthusiasm
to be out there on a whim
just lapping up the atmosphere
with an expectant grin

Comfort in Sound

I’m plagiarising something
today, but never mind
‘Cos there’s every best intention
and it’s not meant to be unkind
For I have (as to be honest)
done a thing I often do
Been listening to music
and the sounds I loved and knew

To keep and to hold

There is never a time
when a visit is not
unrewarding for me
whether chilly or hot
It is always refreshing
a pleasure and more
For there are always the
treasures along the seashore

Finding Rhyme

Every once in every while
as I write I find a smile
It has a lot to do with style
and sometimes just a little guile
So as I write I find that I’ll
find words which rhyme which I’ll compile
All to combine to my profile

Simple

Flowers bring
simple pleasure
always to be found

Pleasing words

The simplicity
of pleasing words
crafted

Decades

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

Sunrise embrace

Along the western esplanade
out across the sea
A golden winter promise
reached out its arms to me
So I stood a little while
awestruck and swathed in grace
as it wrapped its arms around me
in a sunrise warm embrace

A pleasing distraction – sedoka

On cold winter days
for a pleasing distraction
the thought of Springtime flowers

Caught on a warm breeze
to embellish me with their
wonderful fragrant bouquet

Pleasure

We brought a David Hockney print
and hung it on the wall
An early Christmas present
to be admired by one and all
It’s from a London retrospective
at the Royal Academy
to which just under four years past
we went, my wife and me

Wanton

.

The Hour is Late

and I have been writing All Day,

yet Words continue to tumble,

For the love of a good walk

Amberley to Washington
is around about six miles
There’s one particularly nasty hill
and several gates and stiles

Unraveled

.

Here I stand

Unraveled

By the Sensual Delight

Pleasure

.

Ripples of Enticing Emotion,

Stirs Within like Restless Ocean,

Waves Roll in Luxuriant Leisure,

A Rolling Ball

A rolling ball, I am

Sometimes I roll, to tips of mountains
Giving you ripples of pleasure, maybe rattles of fears too
As I stand towering high, on muscles of iron

Breath Beguile

Breath Beguile the Wordless Thought
Of All I Fear to Never Say,
While Heart, unfettered, Sighs and Stops,

The simple things

 

We’ve been here before
but the effect is the same
In this place we come back to
again and again
A long tunnel of trees
with sunlight ahead
And the fragrance of forest
in the paths we have led