Posts tagged ‘wordsmithing’

March 30, 2023

Unconditional (reprise)

by Jem Croucher

Concluding the ‘My very best’ series (12 of 12)

I don’t ask for much in life
I settle for the least
A bed to sleep in, warm at night
And now and then a feast
A little exercise most days
In the garden, out the back
Some water there to quench my thirst
And perhaps. sometimes. a snack

March 29, 2023

(more) C’est la vie

by Jem Croucher

11 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

I got to thinking
Life’s too short
for anything else
save that I ought
to do and think
and be about
and nothing else
there is no doubt

March 28, 2023

Stepped on a crack

by Jem Croucher

10 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Stepped on a crack in the pavement of life
And heard something chasing me
Turned and saw the bears of the night
Bricked it, suddenly

Ran so hard I thought I would die
But the bears were still hot on my trail
Panicked, I thought of a way to be free
But thought it would probably fail

March 27, 2023

Percy Penguin (again)

by Jem Croucher

9 of 12 in the ‘My Very Best’ series

I once knew a penguin called Percy
He was a good friend of mine
He lived in a hole in the garden
And came out when it was fine

When the sun shone bright in the sky overhead
He came out of his hole in the ground
And we’d chase each other in the garden
Around and around and around

March 26, 2023

Never (ever) whatever

by Jem Croucher

8 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Whatever you do, Whatever you take
Whatever you see, Whatever you make
Whatever you carry, Whatever you use
Whatever you give, Whatever you lose
Whatever you love, Whatever you cherish
Whatever you hold, Whatever you perish
Whatever you tarnish, Whatever you clean
Whatever you muster, Whatever you glean
Whatever you think, Whatever you feel
Whatever you break, Whatever you heal
You are, as am I, not simply whatever
But really quite special, so never say never

March 25, 2023

(more) Music

by Jem Croucher

7 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Lurking fog and drizzle falling
the sea a greyish green
Waves like monstrous ogres rising 
tossed by winds unseen

Alone on dampened shingle
taste of salt upon my lips
Braced to ocean’s vigour
gazing out to windward ships

I am the only audience
for this winter serenade
A symphony composed for one
perfect and uniquely made

March 24, 2023

(a return to) Lancing Beach

by Jem Croucher

6 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Lightest of breeze, Sea in the air
Sounds of children playing down there
Green on the shingle, Cabbage White
Occasional bird in lazy flight
Blue of the sky, blue of the sea
White wispy clouds, soft buzzing bee
Shimmering distantly Worthing pier
Sometimes hazy, sometimes clear
Moored on horizon, fishing boats
Whilst nearer in shore swimmers float
Out to the east is Brighton’s sprawl
High in the air a seagull’s call
Perfect now the weather’s fine
Lancing Beach in summertime

March 23, 2023

(a return to) Something interesting

by Jem Croucher

5 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Show me a colour, one that describes me
Look at my face – the colour behind my eyes
It cries for the sun and pines away on these rainy days
Curled in a ball and shivering,
It longs for a blue that paints the skies

I have a paintbox here somewhere; it has a bright palette
One I have used many times, mixing over and over
as old and dusty colours
lend their way to young ones bright and new
Blending easily with the marks I have made

March 21, 2023


by Jem Croucher

3 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

In the sand we saw footprints that led to the sun
and we followed them true for a while
but then a distraction called from one side
so we scurried away with a smile

But the smile of distraction soon turned to a frown
and could never hold us for long
as we realised its shallow deception
and grew tired of its welcoming song

March 20, 2023

She breathes

by Jem Croucher

2 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Two springtime trees, unfettered
she moves there with the breeze
through branches stretched, awakening
with budded fresh green leaves

She embraces for a sweet caress
touching all she sees
her warming breath of soft sunshine
from winter's pale white knees

She rises to that warm embrace
as tears are swiftly freed
replaced with Springtime's cheery smile
as with new life she breathes

March 19, 2023

Summer’s child (revisited)

by Jem Croucher

1 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

The winter’s shadowy clouds have past
And Summer’s child is here
To warm the cockles of our hearts
And fill our eyes with cheer
Summer’s child is pure and free
Her breath is fresh and new
Her hands give life to grass and tree
Beginning summer true

March 17, 2023

Et Voila!

by Jem Croucher
Dog walkers walking with plenty of dogs
some running free some on leads
the river meandering down to the sea
with ducks hiding there in the reeds

A grey sky above but the chill is now gone
and there's no wind at all here today
There's even a hint of blue through the cloud
out there in the spread of the bay

March 14, 2023

All was well

by Jem Croucher
At the cusp of a day
an arm wrapped around shoulders
and squeezed

Calm descended
as clouds parted to a brightness unseen
and all was well

March 13, 2023

The Most Magical

by Jem Croucher
I am the first thought
flowing to paper as the
poet sees the yellow
of a morning sky outside

I am the first breath
as a night of slumber ends
and rejuvenation leaps
to inspiration for the new

March 11, 2023

Sunshine Smiles

by Jem Croucher
Wrapping arms tightly around
the grey cloud in the sky
the sunshine warmly smiled
saying 'no more need to cry'
'You're done today, your tears have fed
the world down there below
but now it's time to rest
and let my smiles now gently glow'

March 9, 2023

In the past (aka ‘wherewithal’)

by Jem Croucher
If you're reading this now
on the day it appears
on line on the web
you will be in arrears
For most of the work
that I publish each day
comes from the past
in a meaningful way

March 8, 2023

Under the weather II

by Jem Croucher
When you're under the weather and feeling quite ill
and you're not at all sure if you're quite yourself still
and everything aches and all energy's gone
and you can't string two words together for long
You know that it's time to stay warm in bed
and let sleep the good healer do its stuff instead
as though at present it's naff and you're not feeling clever
you know you'll get better and this won't last forever

March 7, 2023

Snowdrop smiles

by Jem Croucher
Found a field of snowdrops
along the Pilgrim Trail
it was a wonder to hehold
and latterly regale
So much so that we all paused
to take pictures for a while
as this little slice of heaven
was a thing to bring a smile

July 16, 2022

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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October 31, 2017

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