Posts tagged ‘poet’s corner’

February 21, 2017

The flower tree

by Jem Croucher

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Overlooking Falmer
we found a flower tree
High on top of Sussex Hill
quite unexpectedly

February 20, 2017

Shadow Play

by Jem Croucher

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It followed me from Brighton
up to the South Downs Way
staying well behind me
but close enough, I’d say
I know that it was with me
though when e’er I turned around
it always made itself quite scarce
as no trace of it I found

February 19, 2017

A long walk to the pub

by Jem Croucher

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We went on a long walk to Lewes
Along the old Drovers way
Following the ancient Trail of Juggs
on a wonderful sunny day

February 17, 2017

Afternoon delight

by Jem Croucher

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Stained glass caught it streaming through
Late afternoon delight
The warmth, the sudden comfort
of this winter pale sunlight

February 16, 2017

The Winter Word

by Jem Croucher

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If I were a penguin
I’m sure I’d think it nice
when all was cold around me
and the ground was thick with ice

February 15, 2017

Brighton for Brunch

by Jem Croucher

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To Brighton for brunch on a Sunday
egg muffins and hot cups of tea
Meeting some Crouchers who now live close by
Holly, Grace, Sally and Lee

February 14, 2017

Soulmates

by Jem Croucher

Poetry Challenge: Valentine Poem

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Cupid’s arrow may for most
be secret on this day
when anonymity prevails
in messages we say
But for me the message is the same
with thirty-eight cards done
‘I love you more and more each year
For me there’s only one’

February 13, 2017

Seen and found

by Jem Croucher

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Sand as far as eye can see
with Brighton to the East
this vista at this time of year
a perfect visual feast

February 12, 2017

Widewater Teazles

by Jem Croucher

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Widewater teazles
on a cold winter’s day
the air was quite frigid
and the water was grey

There was no-one around
when we got there at three
Just Obi and Basil, our dogs
Sal and me

February 11, 2017

Home in the warm

by Jem Croucher

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The air was so brittle
it brought a chill to the bone
So I wasn’t out long
before heading for home
Much better instead to
curl up with a book
with just the occasional
glance up for a look

February 10, 2017

The song of every ocean

by Jem Croucher

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I know you’ve probably heard this
many times before
And the last thing that I want
is for it to be a bore

But the song I hear each morning
at the beginning of a day
Is something I must shout about
in each and every way

February 9, 2017

The Sun

by Jem Croucher

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The sun had its hat on today
as it woke with a smile on its face
and made the decision that today was the day
to make itself known ’round the place

February 8, 2017

Driving home

by Jem Croucher

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The nicest thing when driving home
when the traffic is quite slow
is the view we have of beach and sea
(It’s comforting, you know)

February 7, 2017

Down to the sea

by Jem Croucher

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Finished my work
wandered down to the sea
the freshening breeze
appealing to me
Watched the waves crash
there on the beach
above the tideline
and just out of reach

February 6, 2017

Rummaging

by Jem Croucher

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Something that I love to do
whenever I get the chance
is go rummaging in a charity shop
by design or happenstance
Some days I’ll just have a browse
as it’s a good way to unwind
but most times I’ll make a purchase
when a treasure I will find

February 5, 2017

i-360

by Jem Croucher

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I walked this way so many times
the route I made my own
Knew everything about it
from where I worked to home
Yet, walking there this morning
there’ve been changes over time
Not least of which the view I see
on the Brighton city line

February 4, 2017

Balcombe Viaduct II

by Jem Croucher

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Passing over Balcombe Viaduct
with winter fields down there
The memory of a leafy green
is distant now the trees are bare
Skeletal they stand forlorn
Winter has them in its grip
And it will still be quite a while
‘Til from that vice we’ll see a slip

February 3, 2017

Delays

by Jem Croucher

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Stuck on a train at East Croydon
We’re moving at one mile an hour
Looks like I’m going to be rather late
for my seminar in Euston Tower

February 2, 2017

London Buzz

by Jem Croucher

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Heading to London
it’s been quite a while
Yet, always a visit
elicits a smile
It still brings a buzz
every time I come here
with so much to see
and bring me some cheer

February 1, 2017

Writing

by Jem Croucher

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A problem that we poets face
with discomfort and malaise
Is to not feel much like writing
for days and days and days
But then all of a sudden
something will inspire
And then not much can stop us
as we really are on fire

January 31, 2017

Colour will our palettes fill

by Jem Croucher

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As it’s sometimes quite disheartening
in short days of winter chill
A thing that will encourage
is that it isn’t long until
the warmer days that come with Spring
It’ll bring more light and mean
that we can turn away from grey
and see instead the green

January 30, 2017

Pea soup days

by Jem Croucher

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It really was a pea soup day
with freezing fog all ’round
reducing visibility
with ice upon the ground
Everywhere was coated white
not from snow but frost
and in the thick and murky fog
it was easy to get lost

January 29, 2017

Weekends

by Jem Croucher

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I’ve come to the conclusion
that weekends are too short
So there’s a simple message there
and lawmakers really ought
to consider very seriously
turning two days into more
As adding just a couple
would be well worth waiting for

January 28, 2017

Pub

by Jem Croucher

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Sitting in Hobgoblin
with an IPA
Watching raindrops falling down
here I think I’ll stay

January 27, 2017

Last Sunrise

by Jem Croucher

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If I didn’t know better (and maybe I don’t)
it was almost as if the sun
had something of a point to prove
with another day begun

January 26, 2017

Last Sunset

by Jem Croucher

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And so the final sunset
the best was saved ’til last
It really was a gorgeous one
as I walked slowly past
It cast wide golden washes
upon the silken sea
as the tide crept in a final time
from the estuary

January 25, 2017

Twilight

by Jem Croucher

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A walk on the beach with sand at my feet
under a yellowing sky
The sun has set over there in the West
as a seagull flies slowly by

January 24, 2017

Big Sun

by Jem Croucher

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The biggest sun I ever saw
greeted me today
A golden ball of wonder
which took my breath away