Posts tagged ‘poet’

May 27, 2018

Summer Days

by Jem Croucher

On the beach at low water
watching seagulls at play
the view here at Worthing
around the wide bay
of the coastline in Sussex
bathed in a blue
reflecting the sky
is a joy to eschew

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May 26, 2018

Child of the summer

by Jem Croucher

To sit in the sunshine
now summer is here
brings me fulfilment
coupled with cheer
For this is my time
I’m at one with the sun
a child of the summer
now winter is done

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May 25, 2018

Changing Colour

by Jem Croucher

And today I sat and changed colour
the May sun hot in the sky
Relaxing long hours in the garden
with a long and contented deep sigh

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May 24, 2018

Painting with words

by Jem Croucher

When painting with words
the writing room floor
is splattered with cast-offs
from poems and more

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May 23, 2018

Makeover 101

by Jem Croucher

Our beach hut’s had a makeover
it’s looking pretty swish
and now it has been painted
in bright colour, per our wish

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May 22, 2018

Two Rings

by Jem Croucher

Two rings on the final day
Familiarity
A walk which we have made our own
my brother Dave and me
A circle of eight miles
chalky trails beneath our feet
The sunshine smiling once again
to make the week complete

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May 21, 2018

Beacon

by Jem Croucher

The day was full of sunshine
as we headed out, day three
of our walks on hills of Sussex
my brother Dave and me
This time to Ditchling Beacon
climbing chalky paths and hill
then into shady valleys
where the air was calm and still

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May 20, 2018

Rodmell

by Jem Croucher

We climbed up to Firle Beacon
(It was really windy there)
and its wasn’t from the beans we’d had
for breakfast, to be fair!
The views across fair Sussex
were magnificent to see
on this second day of walking
for my brother Dave and me
And then downhill to Rodmell
in the valley of the Ouse
for well earned respite at the pub
followed by a snooze

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May 19, 2018

Alfriston

by Jem Croucher

We traversed Seven Sisters
high cliffs above the sea
Clear blues skies and sunshine
my brother Dave and me
There were lots of foreign students
around the tourist traps
but we left them all behind us
as we walked on, us two chaps

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May 18, 2018

Eastbourne

by Jem Croucher

Woke up to a morning
with zero chance of rain
Another perfect day
for our walkings once again
Starting here in Eastbourne
with the sun on deep blue sea
the day is full of promise
for my brother, Dave and me

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May 13, 2018

Colour Jumble

by Jem Croucher

Like a jumble of colour
the sunshine of May
make known its existence
as a potter with clay

Expertly crafted
the warmth that it brought
give us the summer
that we had long sought

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May 12, 2018

Sunshine followed sunshine

by Jem Croucher

Sunshine followed sunshine
May had listened well
Another day of yellow
the echo there could tell

Spring may just have passed us by
this year but in replacement
Summer’s here and early
to fill us with amazement

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May 2, 2018

Poem and prose

by Jem Croucher

And my words with momentum
found pattern and form
on a page full of colour
which for me is the norm

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April 16, 2018

Vibrancy shouting

by Jem Croucher

It was vibrancy shouting
my name out loud
as I welcomed the sunshine
from behind winter cloud

And the stage show of colour
I had waited long for
sang loud with theatre
for raptured encore

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April 12, 2018

Fever dreams colour

by Jem Croucher

When sleep falters
in fever drams
I think of colour

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April 10, 2018

All these colours

by Jem Croucher

All these colours
Bright their palette
Life as canvas
Captured and lifted
As is my soul
Seen in them

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February 2, 2018

#178 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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January 27, 2018

A poet through and through

by Jem Croucher

And now at last it’s quiet
Just the ticking of the clock
and the humming of the fridge
Little here for me to knock
So before I climb the stairs
and get the rest my body needs
My pen must get to paper
as some inspiration pleads

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January 23, 2018

On Missing You Too Soon

by HemmingPlay

I find myself imagining
how the differences will
play out…
The unfamiliar,
lengthening silences,
stretching into the dusk.
The way dust devils will
gather in corners, waiting
for something that
will never come.

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January 12, 2018

#159 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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January 10, 2018

Brilliant Light

by mkvecchitto

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No more living in shadow’s fury

 

Memory pulverized by delicate hands

reaching to hold times gone by

 

Once brilliant blooms fade as satin rosehips

crackle and burn over the sun’s relentless touch

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December 27, 2017

Snowflakes and Ashes*

by HemmingPlay

To this brief journey,

to this time-travel adventure,

to the utter absurdity of our

helpless leap into the future;

to all the surprises and the pain…

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December 22, 2017

An Ordinary Day

by HemmingPlay

She had wanted to
sell the house.
She thought
he’d go first
leaving her alone.

Everything happens
on an ordinary day.

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December 21, 2017

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

by Bipolar Opposites

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

December 21, 2017

Poetic Junkies

by Bipolar Opposites

Original KYLE T. DIBERT, DECEMBER 20th, 2017:

…shooting up the veins of the heart city, – a hundred miles an hour – as a a good junkie does well, and I can tell, that, despite admiration, I am fated for hell & yet oh well I don’t mind where all the ground fell while I was staring up at you through this miraculous well, and you were bankrupt before you decided to sell, and at your coffin, coughing casualties at commiserating children kissing flowers, praying by the hour, to not tower thus so high that one falls and usurps vitality, – power which dwindles stale & dwindles thus more sour; as if in high

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December 17, 2017

Word resting

by Jem Croucher

4 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

The minutes tick by
the words keep on flowing
How long they’ll continue
there’s no way of knowing

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December 14, 2017

Poetry for Poets

by Jem Croucher

1 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

Some words have nuance
others structure
which at point
or other juncture
appear to us through
inspiration
combining then
in aggregation

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December 14, 2017

#142 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

POETRY =

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