Posts tagged ‘poem’

January 29, 2020

As a stranger

by Jem Croucher

In this still dark morning hour
before the day has yet begun
by water still and icy cold
with absence of a warming sun
All is quiet so with tippy toe
by the canal I slowly tread
as signs of life on longboats close
dimly light the path I’ve led

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January 28, 2020

Too Anything

by HemmingPlay

She said it was too hot,
too slow,
too fat,
too skinny,
too long,
too short,
too near,
too far,
too messy,
too loose,
too tight,
too much,
too little,
too soon,
too late.

We were too drunk. Too stoned. Then, in the afternoon,
too sober.

But it was not, and never would be, too anything.
Except, maybe, too unkind.

January 28, 2020

School of the Electric Fence

by HemmingPlay

Photo by Richard Calmes

I suppose I knew this,
once upon a time,
but love is a little like
the electric fence I used to
crawl through to get to the woods.

You have to be cautious, not timid.

(I wouldn’t go so far as to agree with
Crosby when he said being with Joni was
like falling into a cement mixer.)

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January 28, 2020

Of pizzas and pubs

by Jem Croucher

And so it is to Bradford
on another winter night
I find myself at Noble Comb
with time to sit and write
It’s fairly packed this evening
with families eating out
and workers sharing pints of beer
their voices raised to shout

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January 28, 2020

LETTING GO

by thereluctantpoet

By Nichole Sulpizio And Charles Robert Lindholm

She Heard The Door
Firmly Shut Behind Her
Then Slowly Turned Around
To Take A Final Look
As The Whisper From Her Heart
Said,

“Sometimes
There Is No Going Back”

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January 27, 2020

Fleeting glimpses of wonder

by Jem Croucher

There’s something to be said
when travelling to Southend
of the sunset on the water
on the estuary of the Thames

Catching glimpses like this
of the things around I’ve seen
reminds me of the beauty
in the places I have been

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January 26, 2020

Promises at Dawn

by mkvecchitto

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And in the early morning, I wait
Tendrils of light sweetly coax promises
from darkened skies

I watch shadows transform
Glittering dust dances in the corners of my mind
I am humbled by possibilities

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January 26, 2020

Yesterdays

by Jem Croucher

I gathered all my memories
lest they faded to the past
No melancholy there
but I wanted them to last
For collectively they’ve shaped me
into what I am today
Precious to hold onto
as my tomorrow’s seize the day

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January 25, 2020

As a seagull again

by Jem Croucher

7 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

As a seagull I flew inland from the sea
Up in a yellow-tinged sky
Looking down with the freedom I commanded in flight
as I swooped and I soared up on high

I watched as the river meandered below
Through the town I am proud to call home
with its cluster of houses gathered close to the sea
over routes I have so often flown

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January 25, 2020

Caterpillar dawn

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Caterpillar dawn
creeps across the ocean

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January 24, 2020

This river again

by Jem Croucher

6 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

In this river’s silted tributaries
Navigation now
Reserved for smallish river craft
Low of beam and bow
And yet, two hundred years ago
Galleons here were made
Crafted beams at Bramber
Where many keels were laid
Such changing times of commerce
The Adur’s here provided
For this fishing port of Shoreham
Which by the sea has long resided

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January 24, 2020

Relativity of Life

by Venkat

bright in gold in jars of silence

who hides in wings of time
ever open in bars of distance
to that omnipresent
relativity of life

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January 23, 2020

Seven Sisters

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Sweet sisters Pleiades
Peer out from their nursery nebula
New baby stars
Half the age of the chalk hills
I live upon

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/2020/01/18/seven-sisters/

January 23, 2020

Shoreham Airport again

by Jem Croucher

5 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

Shoreham Airport’s terminal building
The oldest in the land
Is getting a new makeover
To make it fresh and grand

It’s 1930’s facade fell into
a terrible state
With peeling paint and cracks in walls
But soon it will look great

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January 22, 2020

Bye bye Blackbird

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Last spring the laurel hedge by my window was empty
No chirruping, calling, no rustling of glossy leaves
No fledglings edging off the nest onto twigs and then the adjacent fence
No wobbling and frantic flapping as parents patiently cajole
No triumphant flights to the Rose bushes
Only to tumble to the grass
As the chosen twig was too thin

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January 22, 2020

Walking contented again

by Jem Croucher

4 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

These cobbled lanes, a thousand years
Where countless souls have trod
This hallowed ground where now I walk
On sparkling dew-clad sod

This sleepy town, its flinted walls
Where fisherfolk resided
And the comfort that the parish church
Reliably provided

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January 21, 2020

Too hot, too hot

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Like tracks in the snow
Little lives go
In our melting

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

January 21, 2020

St Mary de Haura again

by Jem Croucher

3 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

The river Adur’s changing course
To its tidal estuary
Bereft now of its shipping past
As it meets the changing sea

The oyster beds lie barren now
Their commerce lost to time
But St Mary’s bells in beacon tower
Still regularly chime

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January 20, 2020

Glowing again

by Jem Croucher

2 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

Ethereal glow hangs over Shoreham
Through the mist, ‘neath yellow skies
With the promise of September warmth
The sleeping town in silence lies

‘Neath the bridge the river water
Meanders slowly to the sea
Boats lopsided in the shallows
Oyster Catchers in their lee

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January 19, 2020

Shoreham by the sea again

by Jem Croucher

1 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’

I have a beach of shingle mixed
With golden sea-washed sand
Its grandeur and its mystery
Forged by God’s own hand
I have a river winding through
The valley from the sea
Its tidal water carrying
Swans and seabirds oft to me

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January 18, 2020

The sunshine promise

by Jem Croucher

I lived a little broken
like an old grey bag of bones
and despite the life around me
felt a long, long way from home
Abandoned to no purpose
each day was like the rest
and although the sun gave promise
it felt like second best

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January 18, 2020

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by dokurtybitz


The doorway in,
Staring back,

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January 17, 2020

Lost to time passing

by Jem Croucher

In a small corner I curl
turning pages, I am lost to imagination
oblivious to time passing
minutes meld to hours
And this time is mine
Absorbing words from far away minds
Caught in that beautiful moment
when words caress my soul
with a comfort wholly realised

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January 16, 2020

The voice of the sea

by Jem Croucher

Calling out to me, the voice of the sea
my friend through all of these years
A solace and comfort, understanding and wise
conquering all of my fears

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January 15, 2020

Dalit IV (reverence)

by Jem Croucher

Yes, this eloquence is precious
not for squandering or for waste
Revered as a diamond
with immeasurable value

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January 14, 2020

Dalit III (precious)

by Jem Croucher

Though fleeting with some beauty
precious is this captured moment
My soliloquy for the day
to seize and hold onto and keep

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January 13, 2020

Dalit II (eloquence)

by Jem Croucher

Though dawn has yet to break a thought
surfaces and must be spoken
Repeated here lest I forget
and squander this moment again

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January 12, 2020

Dalit I (introducing)

by Jem Croucher

From the Philippines I derive
Dalit is my name; short my form
Four lines in typicality
Each comprising eight syllables

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