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I wrote a poem with five verses one for every day which I could publish on my blog whilst I was away The first one introduced the theme (you read that yesterday) but now you will be wondering if substance I'll display...
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I wrote a poem with five verses one for every day which I could publish on my blog whilst I was away The first one introduced the theme (you read that yesterday) but now you will be wondering if substance I'll display...
Gracious! March has been and gone and summer time has started the clocks now changed to BST now winter has departed And as a child of summer, me I'm jolly chuffed with that as I can now look forward to some warmer days in fact
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 I shouted loud, could not be heard Save by a high fly seagull bird Green and blue the waters came Crashed and turned and crashed again Alone I stood and marvelled still At those impressive seascape hills
When you write something of which you are proud and brings you a smile and makes you shout loud 'Cos you know that the words which have come from your heart are worthy to share and to others impart?
Darkened the tunnel beckoned as sunlight filtered through so gingerly I ventured to the sylvan place I knew The sound of trickled water from the river down below brought comfort to my quickened step with beauty there on show
Caught a glimpse of yellow through the kitchen door whipped the iPhone quickly out to capture what I saw First forsythia growing heralding the Spring make me feel quite happy caused my heart to sing
We walked from Berwick Station hardy throng against the wind forging through the countryside no need here for chagrin For this was long awaited a walk for birthday treat in a February Sussex with the snowdrops looking sweet A few miles along the Pilgrim Path to Charleston House near Firle with smiles of cheer on all our minds and on our lips a curl
Brighton pier was glowing blue as the waves fell to the shore as we all six up on the prom watched it and asked for more And that we got in spades as we always do right here in Brighton on the Sussex coast beside its famous pier Even precipitation didn't much get in the way as the beauty was so evident at the evening of this day
Little short poems here by the day doing their bit to keep blues away from the mind of a poet with something to say as he has done of these years A pen that rarely stays still despite all of the circumstances that will daily befall and come to the fore with a hark and a a call as they have done all of these years
It's been said that the darkness with the moon in the sky speaks of the night time though morning is nigh Not that you'd know for there's no light in sight not even an inkling in the blackness of night Yet what is that glow in the east very feint? Yes, that is the the day though at present it ain't!
Today it is the sixtieth that we have seen so far in twenty twenty-three now March is here on par Equal that is to Springtime in meteorological term the first day that it happens you will be pleased to learn For we are done with winter warmth is now what we all need to brush away the cobwebs and bring new life with speed
Yes I know it's a bit shorter but the slip-sliding away this year is quite amazing as it's February's last day Now March is nigh upon us and the winter's almost done so I suspect in thirty more we'll know the spring has come So though another month has left us now this year I'm not that disappointed as the warmer days are near
Don't get the wrong impression my colleagues, reading this as I'm not one for fudgel as for me my work is bliss But on occasion there are times especially of late when a fudgel is more common in attempts to graciate As with retirement looming ever closer now these days I find myself succumbing to a new relaxing phase
Took myself for a walk around and about my gait having purpose as it's nice to get out Down to the beach the broad walk for me breathing in deep salt air from the sea
Still cold so breath escapes in tiny clouds and though mostly warm in my cocoon an involuntary shiver shrugs away the frigid iron Yet, as each day passes and grow steadily longer, hope prevails and prospers and grows confident in the promise of the soon to be Spring
Sun streamed through a window as a stranger waved a hand asked if he could take a seat (anywhere was grand) Brought a light not seen for long through winter's shadow days coupled with a curl of lips to smiles from this malaise Welcome it was evident that it should stay right here sitting anywhere it liked to bring us all some cheer
Glistening the water bathed in light served as erudite reminder of Spring emerging from the vice of winter iron clad accedes to warmth and with breath deep drawn lungs were filled with fragrance new a shining example of Spring's exuberance
Sometimes a little whimsy hankers after mixtape years when a cassette tape and a pencil and some tunes for joy and tears were all I sometimes needed to drive the blues away ninety minutes of recording on a dull and rainy day
I remember the day, the falling from grace with a knock at the door and a slap in the face as the vicar stood there with chagrin and poise whilst the words hit me hard with the loudest of noise My father was gone, no more to return forlorn, devastated, my fifteen years spurned But I rose from that moment and grew with a strength that lessened the pain at last and at length
Wandered round in Brighton brought a brand new hat Blue to match my sunglasses Sylish (that’s a fact) Felt much like a rock star walking round the place with lovely Brighton people and a smile upon my face It only cost a tenner but it’s not about the price For Jem’s new hat is perfect and it’s really rather nice
The viaduct on London Raod Brighton, late at night lit up blue with vibrancy is a lovely sight High above the city streets with Victorian pride to carry trains up there on which so many people ride But down here close to midnight just a passing car and me with phone to capture this spectacular
Once many years ago a girl and a boy in the pottery room with some clay had a play fight, threw some and laughed fell in love with each other that day Grew into soulmates, kindred spirits to last got married in the summer and then saw many years together as one and best and inseparable friends So here in the year of the water rabbit and forty-five valentines later the boy to the girl in their sixty-fourth year knows their love is now only the greater