Breathe deep Friday haiku

No.6 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

Breathe deep the Friday
Take in its welcome presence
For the weekend looms

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Then it’s Thursday haiku

No.5 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

And then it’s Thursday
with the smell of roses there
on tomorrow’s air

Hello Wednesday haiku

No.4 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

Hello there Wednesday
The midweek calming captures
Thursday’s fragrance looms

Into Tuesday haiku

No.3 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

And into Tuesday
It seems I seamlessly drift
with smiles to seldom

Monday morning haiku

No 2 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

Monday morning comes
Awakened to hot coffee
Its fragrance lifts me

To the resting day

1 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Haikuweek’ series

To the resting day
I relinquish everything
My soul is refreshed

Only on turning

Only in turning
can I see the behind
and the years that have now passed me by
Shielding my eyes
I look to the past
and the distance in which they now lie

The gift

It seems with writing
I’ve the gift
to find the words
which bring a lift

In finding rhyme
for every ditty
sometimes I’m droll
sometimes I’m witty

A Valentine’s Day Giggle Poem

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.

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If you’re a gentleman and can make a gal giggle,
There’s a good chance that gal will like you.

Love Redefined (Part 2)

He watched me from a distance
I could tell from the shivers running down my spine
Though I pretended not to notice
My body and gaze remained stable
Even as my heart rumbled faster than the ocean's waves

I longed for him to paint my thin lips
With the truth in his tongue
Reciting his desire to know my heart's contents
The air was vibrating with a lust so thick
He didn't have to whisper in my ears
My body melted just from the heat of his calm gaze

As he moved closer to me, yet not close enough
The world seemed to be completely still
Not even the bees buzzed at the scent of the flowers
I wish I could turn my head
And let my eyes dive into the depths of his soul
But I remained fixed on the endless waters

I knew not of his existence till now
Yet i found myself drawn to him somehow
I imagined that when he spoke
His voice would be as raspy as the sand beneath my feet
But would still manage to soothe my fears at the least

My mind craved to kiss his intellect
My heart ached to nurture his flaws
I had "fallen in love" so many times
But this feeling was foreign to me
It had to be love redefined

 
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Forty-one valentines

This year, this
Valentines, this day
to you, my soulmate
here I’ll say
Though forty years
and one year longer
My love for you
is ever stronger

Wednesday time

A midweek poem
Wednesday time
So here’s some words
to form and line
No picture with
their syntax here
Just a few words
to bring some cheer

Keeping me whole

Listening to sounds
when it’s raining outside
I can often get carried away
Spine tingles freely
My element comes
and contentment comes for the day

The Trip

The early start
the silent hour
the wind outside a-moan
The ticking clock
the coffee hot
the time to leave from home

Particularly Sunday

Don’t have a problem
with most days
They fly by when I’m busy
though sometimes
when there isn’t time
I might get in a tizzy

Of rust and gold

And to these days
when all I hold
is flecked with rust
or painted gold
I know which of
these I prefer
So to the gold
I will defer

Tri-haiku XIII (cold) Pt.III

The white of winter
Carpe Diem (seize the day)
for its beauty cast

Tri-haiku XIII (cold) Pt.II

The white of winter
drills down deep right to the core
People shivering

Tri-haiku XIII (cold) Pt.I

The white of winter
clings ethereal and cold
Steel and iron-clad

They must be laughing

They must be laughing up in Norway
or in Canada you know
at the fuss we make in England
when we have a little snow

Sides they must be splitting
Out in Russia, Moscow way
as our headlines speak of chaos
caused by snow that fell today

All is white

I wrap up warm
against the cold
I feel it now
I’m getting old
There’s white on
everything around
The air is crystal
n’er a sound.

They said there’d be snow

They said there’d be snow
Well, its cold enough
and there’s frost over all every day
But the sea air down here
on these southern shores
always seems to get well in the way

Yes, there have been falls
which have settled for days
in the past I remember quite well
But it’s still quite a rarity
for us in these parts
when snow of the settling kind fell

A Sussex view

Sun sets on a winter sea
Golden ‘cross wet sand
as we go walking at low tide
as lovers, hand in hand

February

No.6 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

With violet as my birth flower
I am the second one
Twenty-eight or twenty-nine
when leap years seldom come

I’ve amethyst as a birthstone
and, adding to my name
I symbolise sincerity
and piety again

The hope from flattened light

On a grey day, light flattens
to North or East or South or West
the brightness that sun and blue skies bring
on a grey day is suppressed

Wolfgang

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
has come to join our clan
Living with my daughter Gracie
and her partner Lee, the man

A Patterdale Terrier by breed
His black fur tinged with brown
He’s absolutely gorgeous
and we’re so pleased that he’s around

Privileged

Looking out on grey water
from Lower Thames Street
to the Shard there on Southbank
architectural feat
I’m reminded the privilege
I share with the few
of working in buildings
which command such a view
of London’s surroundings
and tourist attractions
Oft taken for granted
with other distractions

Sunshine in a flower (revisited)

No.8 of 8 in ‘The sunshine series’ from Jemverse

Though the sun shines on all flowers
it excels in just the one
With golden yellow flowers
exuding summer sun