Posts tagged ‘Rhyme’

April 25, 2019

Elegant Green revisited

by Jem Croucher

No 9 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Photo & words – ©Jempics/Jemverse

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April 24, 2019

Sitting in the sea revisited

by Jem Croucher

No 8 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Think I’ll go sit in the sea
Let the waves wash over me
One of the best places to be
When I am feeling like this

Think I’ll go play in the sand
Build something with my own hand
A castle that’s splendid and grand
Where I will then live in bliss

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April 23, 2019

Revisiting the ever there

by Jem Croucher

No 7 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

Hidden in your moving green and grey
I see your missing smile
But, braced against the salt-sting blast,
Calm will return a while

You change. but with eyes closed
That sweet, familiar taste
Reminds me of sultry summer days
Beneath this winter waste

Loosing myself in your expression, I see change
But it matters not to me
Fickle it may be, yet your promise there
Reminds me of what you are, the sea

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April 22, 2019

Watching revisited

by Jem Croucher

No 6 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea, it did me proud
I smiled at it and laughed out loud
The waves they roared, I roared right back
As I wasn’t having any of that
Alone on the stone with sun and spray
On a fine and perfect Springtime day
On the shoreline with the crashing sounds
That filled the air and shook the ground

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April 20, 2019

Revisiting a friend

by Jem Croucher

No.4 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

There is no other sound quite like it
It is unique, it is sublime
Like a constant whisper out there
When it’s calm and weather’s fine

Or then when wind decides to blow
And storms come from the North
It is like a constant thunder
As the waves slam back and forth

It is a mystery to me
But it’s also like a friend
An ever-changing story
With no beginning and no end

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April 19, 2019

Dogs

by Nick Anthony

The neighborhood is lined with houses
Whose yards are filled with mongrel hordes,
Kept safe behind white picket fences,
Unaware of the world beyond the wooden boards.

Peaceful nights are wrenched away
From hardworking neighbors needing sleep
When the howling hounds come out to play
And bark their prejudice across the street
To other hounds behind picket fences,
Also unable to see beyond their defenses.

Night after night the uncouth mutts stay woke,
Yipping and yapping their ode to democracy.
Until yapping becomes yipping in a cloud of smoke
And they are lost in a haze of their hypocrisy.

All while the suffering, sleepless majority
Are kept awake by the woke minority.
They wonder if the PACs of dogs on either side
Will ever look inward and get wise
To the folly of their two-tone protest
Across the streets of the midwest,
Against enemies decried as ignorant
Who–in fact–are not so different.

 

April 19, 2019

Lapping revisited

by Jem Croucher

No.3 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

With a calming serenity, the lapping sea
Silently approaches the shore
And, with the faintest of whispers, turns on itself
Before slipping back for more

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April 18, 2019

I watched the sea revisited

by Jem Croucher

No.2 of 12 in the Jemverse series ‘Back to the sea’

I watched the sea
It did me proud
I smiled at it
Then laughed out loud
The warming sun
Bright in my face
On Shoreham beach
My special place

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April 16, 2019

Rising tide

by Jem Croucher

Watching water
slowly fill
Waves get bigger
bigger still
Beach gets smaller
Sea get wide
Standing here
with rising tide

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April 14, 2019

For a flower passing

by Jem Croucher

On April seven a flower bloomed
as another faded still
falling silently asleep
Gently passing til
with spreading wide of petals
and yellow for the Spring
The one that bloomed to passing
stood with angels there to sing

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April 13, 2019

At one with the sea

by Jem Croucher

Came to the sea
at its beckon and call
Embraced by its welcoming arms
Knew solace and comfort
The promise it gave
that here I would come to no harm

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April 11, 2019

Little Yellow

by Jem Croucher

Little yellow dandelions
growing wildly there
And yes, I know that they are weeds
but I don’t really care

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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

Mother’s Day II

by Jem Croucher

Four came back for Mother’s Day
last of March for sun
Late afternoon roast dinner
enjoyed by everyone

Conversation snippets
I listen with a grin
These times with all our children
and the pleasure that they bring

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April 5, 2019

Newcastle-on-Tyne

by Jem Croucher

I’m back up in Newcastle
but am posting a view
from when up here last
As nothing’s here new

Being back in this city
is so pleasing for me
As it’s differs from Sussex
and there’s so much to see

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April 4, 2019

In the sun

by Jem Croucher

Sat out in the garden
for the first time this year
Ate my lunch in the sun. It was warm.
Spent a short while
with that sun on my head
thinking this will soon be the norm

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April 3, 2019

Bedroom Constellations

by Nick Anthony

Loose a bright and strong ray of sunlight,
Wrap it twice, nice and tight around my neck,
And string me up to hang from the plastic stars
That glow in the dark above your bed each night.

I promise not to make a sound as I wiggle around

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April 3, 2019

For Otis

by Jem Croucher

As Otis and Steve Cropper
wrote so eloquently they
Of sea when they were sitting
on the dock of that fine bay
So whimsically I
here in Sussex by the sea
Hum that tune quite often
when I’m sitting peacefully

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April 2, 2019

Curtain Call

by Nick Anthony

Once more, the roar of applause thaws his heart and makes him wish he didn’t have to depart this stage. Where had the years gone? He wonders. How did each day, so long, become faint flashes of memory? An ambling trajectory of wasteful debauchery, his life has passed him by like a distant plane in the sky. And now, as he clocks out of consciousness and stares across an endless necropolis, the clapping masses have gone silent. His heart is no longer raging and defiant. Overhead, the black curtain is falling and the blissful escape of the void is calling.

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April 2, 2019

Springtime came back

by Jem Croucher

In the sunshine today
with freshly mown grass
I caught the fragrance of Spring
And something within
came awake with a grin
as abandon gave reason to sing

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April 1, 2019

April

by Jem Croucher

No.8 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

Diamond daisy April skies
Showers, maybe, cuckoo cries
Warmer days as winter dies
Spring is clearly here

Days are longer from sunrise
Fewer lows and many highs
Things are growing, no surprise
Summertime is near

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March 31, 2019

Small yellow

by Jem Croucher

And then there’s small yellow
the voice of the Spring
which always each year
brings reason to sing
For this yellow, resplendent
like a slap in the face
tells winter still lurking
to be gone from this place
As now are the times
for the warming of knees
and the walking on sand
beside summer seas

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March 30, 2019

Spirea Arguta

by Jem Croucher

As if I couldn’t tell, the Spring
was evident today
As with flowers white and delicate
Spirea had a say

Arguta genus, Meadowsweets
It’s always first to flower
for shade within my garden
from its small yet fragrant bower

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March 29, 2019

About a book from Venice

by Jem Croucher

Started last September
Eight months of poetry
My little book from Venice
has served me faithfully

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March 28, 2019

Friendship

by Jem Croucher

I met a friend
he wasn’t well
we chatted for a while
And when I left
he said he felt
quite better with a smile

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March 27, 2019

About a journey

by Jem Croucher

I wrote about a journey
I started way back when
the words that found their way
to the pages from my pen
were from an adolescent
who hadn’t yet found life
yet wrote as though he knew it all
through torment, angst and strife

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March 26, 2019

Comforter

by Jem Croucher

Music as comforter
enters my soul
Enlightens my mind
keeping me whole

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March 23, 2019

The coffee lover

by Jem Croucher

I am a coffee lover
am quite partial to the bean
But have to say I’m spoilt
by that which comes from my machine
So absolutely gorgeous
is the flavour every day
that instant granules fade
To insignificance I’d say

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