Five verses five days (2)

2 of 5

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...

Last day #3

3 of 12 in the ‘Last day 23’ series

 

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

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Watching (revisited again)

3 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

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

My very best

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?

Sylvan

No.9 in the Colloquy series

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

First Forsythia

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

Berwick to Charleston

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

Blue Brighton

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

Sunset coming

There's a sunset coming though a ways off yet
I can see the glow to the West
as the evening time approaches now
a bid at my behest

It's yellow, pink and pastel
and full of warming glow
foretelling of a different time
that all too soon I'll know

All of these years

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

Morning?

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!

Start VIII

7 of 12 in the ’12 months VI’ series

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

Last day #2

2 of 12 in the ‘Last day 23’ series

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

40th

In days of heady youth, future just a dream
the wisdom of a caring mother prompted application
to an embryonic beginning

Fudgel

No. 8 in the ‘Colloquy’ series

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

Wellbeing wanders

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

Big Yellow Jumper

I've been watching the talent
and biding my time
but now the big jumper
is finally mine
And it's lovely and yellow
and comfortably massive
so I'll wear it with pride
with positive passive
And the knitter has done
a wonderful thing
for it's jumpers like this
that make the heart sing

The soon to be Spring

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

The Stranger II

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

Exuberance II

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

The getupgo

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

49 Years

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

Back to the old and new (haiku)

Concluding the ‘About Brighton’ series (12 of 12)

Through the grandiose
a glimpse of today’s Brighton
History merges

Back to Jem’s new hat

Penultimate (11 of 12) in the ‘About Brighton’ series

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

Back to Oasis

Antepenultimate (10 of 12) in the ‘About Brighton’ series

Sat in St Nicholas’ churchyard
high up on the hill
overlooking Brighton
with all around me still

Sipped a bold, strong coffee
the sunshine breaking through
with history around me
which from my past I knew

Back to the Viaduct

9 of 12 in the ‘About Brighton’ series

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

Forty-five valentines

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

Back to Pavilion Gardens

8 of 12 in the ‘About Brighton’ series

In Brighton there’s a cafe
in a garden with a view
Overlooking the Pavilion
(to some, the palace new)

It’s famous for its rock buns
(though today we did decline)
as we are on a diet
with an eye on our waistline