Posts tagged ‘poem’

September 23, 2021

Thursday Haiku

by Jem Croucher
Dripping from my pen
my Thursday haiku gathers
form and satisfies

September 22, 2021

Life-words-haiku

by Jem Croucher
Sometimes a haiku
Gives all the words that I need
to make life complete

September 21, 2021

Mangolicious

by Jem Croucher
Had a Mangolicious Laines
a lovely IPA
fruity and refreshing
at the end of a long day
Eating at the Open House
all my girls and me
and a lovely Wolfgang
for a delicious tea

September 20, 2021

A Couple Of When You’re Not Getting Off On A Chill Pill Limericks

by Joel Kravitz

chill out
I get my inspiration for limericks from many things (other than politics.) Goofy things that goofy friends say and, of course, social media are good sources for jokes and punchlines. I saw this meme on Facebook and knew as soon as I saw it, it was a limerick or two waiting to happen.

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September 20, 2021

Rain came

by Jem Croucher
Rain it came
and soothed my soul
with rhythm there
to make me whole
Refreshing
after days of dry
it watered
and began to cry

Many tears 
on streets below
to heal the earth
new life to grow
and though now grey
the sky above
when comes the rain
is one I love

September 19, 2021

Music doing its thing

by Jem Croucher
Sometimes a quiet tune
playing softly satisfies
catches the mood and softens
quietly around ragged edges
calming me completely

But sometimes only loud fits
AirPod Pros resonate
with the volume north of eleven
it still catches and calms and glistens
calming me completely

September 17, 2021

A Picnic In The Park Protest(???) Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Trump Free Lunch

https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/national-security/dhs-expects-about-700-people-show-pro-trump-d-c-n1279152

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September 17, 2021

Summer’s swansong II

by Jem Croucher
On this September morning
sunshine greeted me again
and as this could be the summer's swansong
no one could lay the blame
if today instead of working
to the beach I went instead
to seize the opportunity
and by my heart be led

September 16, 2021

Sunglare shine

by Jem Croucher
Sunglare shine on longshore drift
the rippled sand aglow
down here in early evening
as the sunshine sinks down low

Cool the lapping wavelets
from the brilliance of day
as barefoot here I wander
whilst around me seagulls play

September 16, 2021

I STRUGGLE TO WRITE IN CURSIVE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Simple
Thoughtless
And Automatic Act
When I Was Young
But Not Now
The Years
And Tears
Have Changed That

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September 15, 2021

A Guilty Pleasure or Pick Your Poison Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

white castle
Been there, done that ….way too many times!
And now that I can’t stay up late anymore, I keep a box of frozen White Castle sliders in the freezer

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September 15, 2021

I am the beach

by Jem Croucher
Days like today
may be short lived indeed
but they're part of my rhythm
and part of my creed
For I am the beach
and the beach is all me
as part of my essence
is to be by the sea

September 14, 2021

90 and rising

by Jem Croucher
The temperature crept above ninety
so I thought 'that's enough for today'
and, grabbing a go-bag ready to go
to the beach again, made my own way

The breeze from the sea was most welcome
but it was still in the eighties down there
Though as this wasn't work and I had a cold beer
I wasn't too minded to care

September 13, 2021

A Sure To Please Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

head to toe kisses

Try it. You’ll like it.

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September 13, 2021

Last rays

by Jem Croucher
We've a bench out the front which will catch the last rays
of the sun as it sets in the west
and though the view we get there is not very good
the warmth of the sun is the best

So I'll sit there a while when the evenings draw in
and, north-facing, the garden's in shade
so pleased that we've kept our front garden bench
as with foresight best plans are made

September 12, 2021

September sun heat

by Jem Croucher
September sun heat
no denial of fact
twenty-five degrees celsius
attesting to that
So it was back to the beach
to sit in the sun
at Saturday teatime
til evening was come

September 11, 2021

An It’s Football Season Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

football money

“Are you ready for some football?”
There will be no shortage of it for the next six months

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September 11, 2021

For the love of music

by Jem Croucher
I've fallen in love with my music again
with my new Marshall BlueTooth speaker
it's revealing the nuance of tunes that I know
and making them sound so much sweeter

So long may this continue as I've thousands of albums
to listen to all over again
and fall back in love with the songs I know well
repeated in such sweet refrain

September 10, 2021

Writing at Night II

by Jem Croucher
I've been up half the night
as sleep wouldn't come
so I took up my pen
til the morning begun

And wrote down the words
that this page now reveals
as when slumber resists
this writing, it heals

Then as the light grows
and the day takes a hold
I read back the lines
and the story I've told

September 9, 2021

Deep Blue

by Jem Croucher




The deep blue of this summer sky
is quite enough for me
here in the field of seven trees
where Obi runs quite free
These really are our special times
this hour each week we spend
and, truth be told, for sanity
on this we both depend
For it is a solace, comfort too
to walk an hour here
at the evening of a weekend
to fill our hearts with cheer

September 8, 2021

Sunshine through the V

by Jem Croucher
Caught in the early evening sunshine
through the seventh tree
shining down on this fine field
and captured in the vee

Idyllic are these walks we have
each weekend at this time
an perfect be it raining
or, on days like this, just fine

And the winking of the sunshine
as I caught its setting rays
encapsulates the pleasure
we both get upon these days

September 7, 2021

To be free

by Jem Croucher
The sheep in the meadow got closer and closer
as I watched them and daydreamed away
and every so often they'd give me a glance
here at the end of a day

It was a good daydream as daydreams they go
and it filled me with feelings of calm
as the sheep in the meadow meandered their way
towards me on this Sussex farm

September 6, 2021

Which journey..

by Sandeep
Picture courtesy: internet. If this belongs to you, I am willing to give you credit or take this down.

I wonder if I would like to live the journey of the rain. There is a freedom in its fall, direction, unity and ends up moistening every form with its healing touch.

Or, would I like the journey of a road that bears the heat of the sun, the beat of the rain, the screeches and the weight of its passers by, but shares a glossy affection saved from a long time only to be spent away in a moment.

Or, would I like the journey of the street light that finds no onlooker through the day and whose existence remains overpowered, yet it finds no rest when it is the pitch black night just so that it can bring to life, everything that it surrounds.

Or, do I continue to be in my own journey that lets me be in awe of every other journey which I come across.

September 6, 2021

Seagull show

by Jem Croucher
I had a private airshow
on the beach the other day
with seagulls showing their prowess
in many different ways

They swooped there and they hovered
diving from up high
then climbing up into the blue
of this late summer sky

I whooped and I applauded
for it was a special show
lasting a few minutes
before off they all did go

September 5, 2021

And the question drops…

by Sandeep
Picture courtesy: Internet. If you own this, kindly let me know. I am willing to give you credit by adding name or link. Also, willing to take it down.

An empty seat awaits your presence and when you occupy it, I will be rowing you silently through an ancient route. You sit there on the other end of the boat and look around. As you will find me absorbed in rowing you choose not to ask me that one question and you keep it for later. Then when you gaze the grasslands and the infinite sky a shimmering golden breeze kisses your face and you feel strange. For you know this breeze and this recollection will make you feel like you know every pixel of what you see and you know every grain of your feeling.  Like you know everything about everything here for ages. Like something is speaking to you and waiting for you to break your silence. Yet, your silence is your only language, your only means to express. You look at me and I raise my head. In the moment, something in us knows that a word will be too much. Your question drops. And, a wordless journey on an ancient route goes on..

September 5, 2021

Forever eighty-seven

by Jem Croucher
Happy Birthday my Mother
you'd have been ninety today
but forever instead
eighty-seven you'll stay

The time of your passing
though sad was still right
but I still shed a tear
on occasion at night

But on fifth of September
remembering clear
I see that you're smiling
so Happy Birthday, my dear

September 4, 2021

Many times the beach

by Jem Croucher
Yes I know that I've written
many times here before
of this place on the beach
and I suspect there'll be more
but I make no apologies
for that fact here
as this place is a haven
and always brings cheer

A beach full of shingle
beside the blue sea
a most English of channel
and perfect for me
Long days have I spent here
in the summer sun
and many more will I still
until I am done

September 3, 2021

Friday the third

by Jem Croucher
No other reason
than Friday the third
for writing this verse
which might seem absurd
but then inspiration
will seldom conform
and will on occasion
stray from the norm
And this is the latter
with lines droll and witty
for Friday the third
and this little ditty