Posts tagged ‘Poetry’

November 28, 2020

As It Was

by HemmingPlay

As it was in the beginning,
so still it is.

The hourglass turned then,
the sand measures time, again.

This is no tragedy, merely
the nature of things.

I perceive I am dying—
as does everything—but since birth.

The Mayfly, the tortoise;
the orchid, mosquito. We

don’t leave much behind.
Remorseless winds grind even

Pharoh’s magnificent stones to dust.
(Like them, I can’t imagine a world without me.)

It’s hard to see past that.
But we ride the last grain of sand through

the passage, just wide enough, and this spirit
escapes time and space, again.

For now, I only wonder to what I’m ancestral
This time. Was I any good?

November 28, 2020

In Sussex

by Jem Croucher

Rainshadow on November sea
braced against the weather we
into strong sou’ westerly
In Sussex where we live

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November 28, 2020

A Biggest Loser Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Trump claims Biden must prove votes weren’t ‘illegally obtained’ in order to enter White House | Fox News

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November 27, 2020

Swans (haiku)

by Jem Croucher

Swans on Widewater
nestled behind the beach
here on Sussex coast

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November 26, 2020

A PRICELESS GIFT

by thereluctantpoet

A PRICELESS GIFT
By Charles Robert Lindholm

The applause of the world
dies away
and is forgotten

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November 26, 2020

LET ME THANK YOU

by thereluctantpoet

THE BEST GIFT YOU CAN GIVE SOMEONE IS THANKING THEM FOR BEING A PART OF YOUR LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I want to take
the celebration of
Thanksgiving Day
here in America
to thank those
all across the
whole wide world
for taking your time
to read my words,

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November 26, 2020

The mermaid’s necklace

by Jem Croucher

A mermaid left her necklace
on the breakwater today
I spied it at low water
as the waves comes in to play

I’m sure she will have missed it
as it really caught my eye
washed there in the water
as the winter waves came by

So I hope that she will find it
and to the lost lay claim
when come the midnight moonshine
she comes this way again

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November 26, 2020

Thanksgiving Limericks for a Year That We’re Thankful Is Almost Over

by Joel Kravitz

The Thanksgiving feast is always a winner.
There’s nothing like a big turkey dinner.
Bird and sides, then dessert,
We eat ’til we hurt…
And nobody ever leaves thinner.

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November 25, 2020

A sheep’s lot

by Jem Croucher

A sheep looking chilly
there in the field
caught my eye when just passing
in the Sussex Weald

Forlorn it stood pleading
with a look it its eye
“Could it come with me?”
as I wandered by

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November 24, 2020

A Couple of Exit Strategy Limericks

by Joel Kravitz

To quote the great Chris Berman – “He could go all the way!”

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November 24, 2020

A reflection of winter

by Jem Croucher

I caught an oak’s reflection
in a puddle Friday last
whilst walking in a field
by a tree that I went past

It reminded me that winter
on this chill November day
was close as from its branches
all the leaves had gone away

So I didn’t dilly dally
but paused there just enough
to ponder that reflection
of the tall oak there above

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November 23, 2020

Thwarted

by Jem Croucher

I felt like a wander
out to the Loop
six miles again over the Downs
But the rain paid a visit
its objectives upheld
resigned to stay home with some frowns

And yes I agree with you
strongly in fact
the weather shouldn’t get in the way
but I tell you the stair rods
falling out there
made their point as they had their say

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November 22, 2020

A Nero Fiddled, Trump Played Golf Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

G20 Meets On Coronavirus As Trump Makes 298th Golf Trip Of Presidency (forbes.com)

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November 22, 2020

Ballistic Nasturtiums

by Jem Croucher

The nasturtiums’ gone ballistic
even though the summer’s gone
as it’s reaching now to skyward
and its stems are very long
It’s spreading ‘cross the garden
showing no sign of demise
which with its splash of colour
at this time of year is wise

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November 21, 2020

Julie’s plate

by Jem Croucher

Julie’s plate makes for a picture
with oranges waiting there
in the middle of our table
for a feast we’ve yet to share
and as the light was perfect
and the depth of field just right
I thought I’d take a picture
as they made a lovely sight

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November 20, 2020

HAIKU: AUTUMN’S CONFETTI

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The colorful leaves

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November 20, 2020

HAIKU: AUTUMN’S SHOW

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The leaves all rustle

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November 20, 2020

HAIKU: SHIPWRECKS OF AUTUMN

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sail leaves down streams

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November 20, 2020

THE WIND WAGED WAR

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

the wind waged war

with it’s ally the rain

 

the battlefields

were littered with

the leaves of autumn

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November 20, 2020

AUTUMN

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm


the change is so obvious, so dramatic
leaves changing color
bird’s flying south
the chill in the air 

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November 20, 2020

Autumn’s glory II

by Jem Croucher

There’s a golden yellow blanket
covering the grass
as leaves fall from forsythia
now autumn comes to pass

November sees a bluster
and they fall down to the ground
the foliage from the summer
now for a winter found

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November 19, 2020

Wet paws

by Jem Croucher

It was quite damp in Obi’s field
near Ashurst, Sunday last
the rain came down like stair rods
and the sky was overcast
the ground was rather sodden
more marshland than a field
the penalty for being
in the flat of Sussex Weald

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November 18, 2020

A Wear A Mask Limerick 1.1

by Joel Kravitz

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Every government around the world is pounding out this message loud and clear non-stop. We have a world health crisis. Science and data says this is a best practice to contain it and diminish its deadly effects.

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November 18, 2020

Stopham Bridge III

by Jem Croucher

In Sussex there’s a bridge
Built in fourteen twenty-two
now closing on six hundred years
since its fine stones were new
It spans the river Arun
near Stopham Village where
it’s provided here a crossing
for local folk to share

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November 17, 2020

The November cast

by Jem Croucher

The November cast belittles
with sunshine seldom seen
so when it makes appearance
I’m the best I’ve ever been
For I have never been a fan
of rain or winter cold
It brings a sag of shoulders
with a promise seldom sold

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November 16, 2020

The Thrum

by Jem Croucher

The surf beat the shingle
loud as a drum
with rising crescendo
for rhythm and thrum
and the wind and the sea
gave their voice to the choir
for a symphony there
to absorb and admire

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November 15, 2020

Atmospheric IV

by Jem Croucher

Atmospheric I think you might say
of the beach at Shoreham this evening
with the white of the surf from the waves on the shore
and the taste of salt they were leaving
The wind caught our breath and took it away
as we leant to sou’westerly facing
and a laugh shouted loud at the thrill of it all
was lost in the ambiance bracing

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November 14, 2020

A Pardon Me Limerick 1.1

by Joel Kravitz

Will Trump try to pardon himself on the way out of the White House?

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