Posts tagged ‘Poetry’

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

In Memoriam

by Harry

Submitted by   ECAW’s blog

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My grandfathers were respectively at the Battle of Jutland and in the trenches.
They worried about feeding their families.

My father was in North Africa.
He worried about The Bomb.

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May 20, 2018

Adrift

by Harry

Submitted by colinandray

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They stepped into the boat.
He took the oars…
And rowed them away from the dock.
A few minutes later,
He put them down…
And the boat just drifted.
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“A wonderful time to talk”,
At least that was his thought.
With the sound of the water,
And the rhythm of the boat,
Surely this must be the time?
But then his mind just drifted.

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May 20, 2018

Colors

by Venkat

colors I have not
colors I give not
colors I keep not

yet I roll the sky
as it rolls me
yet I roll the Sun
as it rolls me

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May 20, 2018

Spoken

by John S

My words disappeared under the moonlight,
The sounds of dissipation fading fast
to quiet in a cavernous depiction,
a blank homage to the universal past.

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May 20, 2018

Sunset at Round Hill

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Dusk wallows in the hill folds
waiting to be let loose,

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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

Maturity

by Bhavya Prabhakar, India

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Maturity is intense

To release the tensed

Coming with drawbacks

In a dose of love.

 

He said, “Maturity is key

to end the unwanted shouts,

trying to be real

along with the reflection

in the eyes.”

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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 19, 2018

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by dokurtybitz

The night is wet and noisy,
Clammy hands cradle me

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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 17, 2018

“togetherness”

by Colly

word art photo May 2018

 

(personal photo & poem)

May 17, 2018

you’re beautiful

by Colly

cool dandelions poems

 

(personal photo & poem)

May 16, 2018

Ghosts on the beach

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Waves swishing over beaches
Bring remnants of ocean lives

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May 16, 2018

On a Hill in Wales, Father and Son

by Stephen Fuller

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To the beginning son, go back with me
Remember how I stood beside you when…

No, you only remember my absence.

Here we return with precision, an arrow
Fired by the great Tell who reveals us.
The apple on our heads, the gift of Eve
Who saw in us the beginning of Love.

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May 16, 2018

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by dokurtybitz

Limbs no longer bare

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May 15, 2018

The “It”

by Alanna

She wanted to know what the “it” was

A fair question to be pondered on a blog

Several commenters responded “YES, YES, where is the It?

It escapes me!

 

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May 15, 2018

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by dokurtybitz

Curled up,
Snuggled in tight,

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May 15, 2018

He Rebuilds a Lost Sister

by Stephen Fuller

Lost in the supermarket
My special Lego creation
Lost somewhere between
Gummies and hot dogs.

Mommy looked all over
But can’t find it
It’s okay, I’ll build another.
I know I can build another one.

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May 14, 2018

Whispering Woods

by mkvecchitto

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Come walk with me

We’ll wander through the forest

where tattered thoughts and timeworn words

are muted by a canopy of leaves, lush and green

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May 14, 2018

Coal

by The Cheesesellers Wife

He told me of how coal can be split
to reveal the hoof prints of long buried deer

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May 14, 2018

my heart is hidden

by Harry

Submitted by somebodymaybe

 

my heart was a beautiful open book,
but then people came and took their favourite
parts and left….
they wrote a sloppy goodbye
and never looked back at me bleeding.

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May 14, 2018

Nonet Challenge

by Harry

Submitted by M.S
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Although there is only commotion
Everything seems to be silent
The only sound is heartbeat
But we have to question

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May 14, 2018

Woman At The Jetty

by A. Marie

A blueberry scarf
is the ring of her neck, a promise
to remain warm when clutched by the chills of love – it’s enough.
Enough to block the ravaging eyes, keep her head
snug and rooted on her shoulders,
keep her mouth speaking foreign languages
and her ears keen.

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May 14, 2018

The South Downs Way

by Jem Croucher

To the South Downs Way
the brothers return again
retreading their steps

©Jemverse

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May 14, 2018

A Mother’s Dreams

by Stephen Fuller

Your dreams do not predict the future,
Be relieved they process the past
So you can function this morning.
Your fear still burns
The sweet blood in your veins,
It contaminates your heart.

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May 13, 2018

One Prolonged Blast (for Grammy)

by Stephen Fuller

4 to 6 second pull on the ship’s whistle
Announces to others in the harbor
The romance of sea:

“Underway! Shift colors”

The Ensign now flaps from the mast.
Jack folded into a tight triangle
Stowed away until:

“Moored! shift colors.”

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May 13, 2018

Lament (a Cento)

by John S

Our one forever,

when it stole through the red gates of sunset
left over from autumn, and the dead brown grass
is yet vibrant with the cadence of the song you might have been.

No longer mired in waiting to begin.

They tell us the night means nothing,
and the candles their light the light.

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