Posts tagged ‘poets corner’

September 13, 2019

Korcula (aka ‘Korcula revisited’)

by Jem Croucher

10 of 12 in “the bucket list” series from Jemverse

To Korcula by tender
Inside the city wall
I climbed the tower of St Marks
some thirty metres tall

The view across the rooftops
full of terracotta red
took my breath away, although
the drop filled me with dread

But I made it back down safely
to walk streets of ancient stone
on this island in Croatia
Marco Polo once called home

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August 25, 2019

unending pain

by Colly

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August 25, 2019

Snazzy Calico Cavies

by Colly

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cute brown cavy

 

 

 

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Shimmy and Fimmy 

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August 24, 2019

I eat colorful fruit!

by Colly

 

 

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PURPLE

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July 19, 2019

Early Earl Grey – July 2019

by Colly

 

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Curled and dry, large leaves glide effortlessly in a breeze as if to be at sea.

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July 15, 2019

Zazzy the Cavy – learning my colors

by Colly

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I have a cavy.

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May 30, 2019

With Gold

by Jem Croucher

7 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

Got up early
Went for a wander
as the sun rose on Frogmore Lane
Retraced my steps
to the path on the hill
on my own and peaceful again

There were sheep in the field
looking at me
with a quizzical look on their face
Wondered I guess
what I was about
so early in this lovely place

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May 29, 2019

East Meon

by Jem Croucher

6 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

We climbed back up old Butser Hill
East Meon in the valley
Went west along the hill line
and we didn’t dilly-dally

Walked along the South Downs Way
past ‘Dead Woman’s Gate’
I slowed down a little then
but Dave, he didn’t wait

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May 28, 2019

The Long House

by Jem Croucher

5 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

In the garden out back of the Long House
sitting out here in the sun
The fragrance of jasmine strong in the air
now the early evening has come

It’s peaceful here and idyllic
and I’m so pleased we could return
Here in the East Meon valley
contentment swift to discern

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May 27, 2019

Guinea Pig nail clip – oh, no!

by Colly

 

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Marvin and Mauve need to clip their toes.

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May 27, 2019

An Alphabet Day

by Colly

clip-art photo

 

childs great

 

 

 

A IS FOR APPLE.
AND ANIMALS.
AND AN ASTRONAUT.

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May 26, 2019

Whimsy Spring

by Colly

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THE BUTTERFLY MET THE BEE.

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April 27, 2019

Colorful Calico Cavies

by Colly

personal photo

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Pg. 1 – 2

 

It’s breakfast Puffy and Fluffy.

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April 18, 2019

a token of love – haiku 

by Colly

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Grow flower – live.

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April 8, 2019

Our Allotment

by Jem Croucher

On our allotment
In the sun
Shadows caught
Whilst having fun
Strimming grass
We laugh and smile
Whilst planting stuff
For quite a while
For this is ours
This little plot
Where we will plant
And grow a lot

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April 6, 2019

What Comes Before Silence

by HemmingPlay

Death is not bitter
death is a silence
But dying is bitter.
Dying is hard.
With you,
it was the sound.

It was like drowning,
no detail spared,
in slow motion…

with metastases of cancer
that filled the lungs
and grew, sending out
ghastly spawn to live in bone

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April 4, 2019

Memories Over A Glass of Wine

by HemmingPlay

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You weren’t my first summer girl—
But were the first one to take me over
Body and soul (and OK, I admit, it wasn’t all that hard to do)
But you are the one from the early days I remember

With only a few sharp regrets, since softened by time.

But also rises in me a wistful toast
To our being so young and eager, so serious, so clumsy,
So lost in hormones and music on the radio
Sitting on the lawn under a black sky sprinkled with stars,
Fumbling, clutching, giddy with freedom, while
Bullfrogs’ song charged the humid darkness with need.

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March 27, 2019

Form poetry – spring

by Colly

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The sun is out.

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March 27, 2019

Splatter – Splash, Rain

by Colly

clip-art photo

kids in the rain

 

 

Pg. 1-2

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March 20, 2019

Coo of Night

by Colly

personal photo

 

cropped bank of river

 

 

 

In cathedrals of green.  The stately tall pillar stems.

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February 27, 2019

It Was the Sound

by HemmingPlay

Note: Don’t be alarmed. I am OK. This poem deals with something that happened nearly a year ago, but I’m just able to work my way into it objectively. It will be in a collection soon to be published, but as I prepare the pieces, I find there are still loose ends that need to be tied up by remembering. This was one.

Death is not bitter…
death is a silence
But, the dying is bitter.
Dying is full of the noise
of the going out.
It was the sound, I think,
that still haunts me,
the sound of your
struggle, the
death rattle.
(Such a bland phrase,
nothing like the
horror of the real thing.)

It was a drowning,
slowly,
inevitably,
the lungs full of fluids produced by
the metastases of cancer
the ravisher of lungs,
scatterer of foul seeds,
ghastly, evil children to stick in bone
and brain.

The relentless
sounds of drowning, your
poor, battered breastbone lifting,
tough heart refusing to stop
long after it should have.
Morphine hid the pain
but took your mind,
filled it full of phantasms
but it at least lay a
warm blanket over the pain

But the lungs were full
and drowned you deep
in dreamy waters, hours
after your spirit had
abandoned the failing husk.
An old friend said you visited her
in a dream hours before.

You had a spirit body,
alive and vigorous and young, happy, she said,
dressed in spring clothes
and driving a sky-blue convertible.
While I tried to give the body
some peace, and listened to
the rising dreamy waters, rattling,
It was a comfort to learn
you had escaped, and
driven away on your
great adventure.

In bright sunshine,
free, in a blue convertible, like the
one you had when we met
50 years before.

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February 24, 2019

The passing of days

by Jem Croucher


To the week that was
That has now passed
It’s had its ups and downs
Some high times
And some lower ones
Some smiles and yes, some frowns

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February 15, 2019

My Colorful World

by Colly

 Clipart Photo

 

too cute clipart

 

 

Fluffy white flakes

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February 14, 2019

A Valentine’s Day Giggle Poem

by Joel Kravitz

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.

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February 14, 2019

Four Colorful Seasons

by Colly

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school bus children

 

 

 

 

Yellow bus.  Yellow bus.

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February 6, 2019

The I Am

by Colly

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February 6, 2019

Vows, on Valentine’s

by Colly

 

romance poetry

 

When God made husband and wife…

He was hoping that we would…

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February 2, 2019

Bleak Winter – haiku

by Colly

 

personal photo: crows in winter

crow in winter

 

In winter,

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