Beautiful words

The beauty of words
Ones so full of meaning
To capture the essence
Of life so endearing
The palette of poets
To paint and to capture
And bring to the reader
The joy to enrapture

Never Contrite

The problem with writing
So far in advance
Is the tine to catch up
Or not with a chance

And the capture of moments
Which by the time that they see
The cold light of day
Is a vague memory

But it’s a very small problem
To have so I’ll cope
And keep publishing them here
Knowing well that you’ll cope

Bussokuseki week III (Tuesday)

3 of 7

So Tuesday is here
and my week is well started
and now in full swing
But first of a morning here
some time to spend with my words
for they are friends to cherish

©Jemverse

As a tree

1 of 3 in the ‘Tree’ series  from Jemverse

Though I am a poem
I am often as a tree
spreading wide my branches
to the winds and fancy free
Sometimes I am majestic
growing strong and very tall
and other times I’m minuscule
insignificantly small

The middle of the book

I’ve reached the middle of my book
these little friends of mine
carried with me whence I go
and with me for a time

Scribblings out and jottings too
the scratching of my pen
there to capture all the words
at happenstance and when

Lost to time passing

In a small corner I curl
turning pages, I am lost to imagination
oblivious to time passing
minutes meld to hours
And this time is mine
Absorbing words from far away minds
Caught in that beautiful moment
when words caress my soul
with a comfort wholly realised

Seven days revisited #7 (Sunday)

Sleeping
Underneath a
Nice
Duvet
Awaken early?
You wouldn’t, would you?

Seven days revisited #6 (Saturday)

Saturday
Arrives and
Tiredness fades
Until
Refreshingly
Diminished
Another week of
Yesterdays pass

Seven days revisited #5 (Friday)

Finally with
Relief
I
Descend into
Another weekend with a welcoming
Yell!

Seven days revisited #4 (Thursday)

Thankful for this
Hour
Unusually given
Resplendent
Sunshine
Deepens my resolve
And I
Yearn no more

Seven days revisited #3 (Wednesday)

Whimsically
Erudite, I’ve
Decided
Now that
Everything
Simply
Depends
As always on
Yellow

Seven days revisited #2 (Tuesday)

Totally
Undecided in
Early morning
Sunshine
Dawns
And I’m still
Yawning

Seven days revisited #1 (Monday)

Meanwhile here another week
Onward takes me
New
Despite
Another weekend passed
Yesterday somehow

Lassait Faire

Now with December in full fling
the year draws to a close
a decade ending in two weeks
swiftly the time it goes
Twenty twenty vision clear
I wonder, will that be
when in a fortnight New Year comes
I guess we soon will see

My little book

I’m down to the last few pages
in this little book of mine
It’s done me proud since April
which is really quite a long time

And over two hundred poems
written and drafted in here
some over several pages
when their syntax wasn’t that clear

Miles Melting

And as I travel metal sings
cocooned here in the warmth
night passes swift outside
where winter chill escapes me

Slumber beckons but I resist
taking pen to paper instead
I while away time passing
as the miles melt away

How many words?

How many words written
goodness only knows
It must be in the millions
with the poems and the prose
that all these years I’ve written
ever since I was a lad
Some words to cover sadness
but most to cover ‘glad’

The small hours II

Here in this silence
With the quiet patter of gentle rain
the small hours while
and my pen scratches

Slumber beckons but temporarily eludes
So I with quiet resolve
capture the mood with words
flowing as the night deepens

The Poet’s Pen

Never still the poet’s pen
always a verse to find
be it one that comes from life
or like this one, from the mind

Never still the poet’s pen
creativity abounds
cathartic is the rhythm
those pen to paper sounds

Never still the poet’s pen
for there’s so much to say
captured in a few short lines
and posted by the day

Something I do

It’s been said before
but my pen can’t keep still
as I write every day
on a whim and a will
Words about life
I see around me
and the things that I do
and the world that I see

The echo of life II

If a story speaks
and brings a tear
spilled out without reserve
from an eye that knows pleasure
If a landscape catches
and a breath is held long
whilst a moment is safisfied
Then I am the echo of life
Relecting beauty
I bring contentment

Foot prints of mind

All the memories I gathered
Leave some imprints in mind

The deeds I did, the love I got
All stored up in mind

The hate I felt, the pain I hid
Stored up in mind

Revisiting Life in Words

No.7 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I like writing poems
I write one every day
‘Cos there’s lots in life to write about
and it’s nice to have a say
I’ll write about the sunshine
and I’ll write about the sea
I’ll write about ‘most anything
and sometimes simply me

Revisiting wordsmith

No.6 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

Deep in the silence
of a warm summer night
I encountered a thought
and held on to it tight

With lucidity
born of an erudite mind
It was something quite special
for me to find

Revisiting quiet and unassuming

No.5 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

As a poet I find pleasure
in writing every day
Capturing a moment
about life in such a way
that when I read my words
back quietly on reflection
they take on board a meaning
to inspire with recollection

Revisiting a journey begun

No.4 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I try to write a poem every single day
Sparing time for words about working or just play
About eating stuff or sleeping or drinking cups of tea
Or listening to music or walking by the sea

Revisiting Painting with words

No.3 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

When painting with words
the writing room floor
is splattered with cast-offs
from poems and more

Yet none of them wasted
as words always find
their place in creation
from a poet’s mind

Revisiting I am your words

No.2 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I am your words
there for the taking
Sometimes accepted
other times not
Yet always captured
For I am yours
and always will be
To use as you will
and leave as you choose