Posts tagged ‘writing poetry’

January 20, 2018

Brilliant

by Jem Croucher

The glare was quite brilliant
from the bridge with the blue
and the sunshine so bright
that it looked almost new
The river was brimming
the tide really high
with soft wavelets lapping
as I wandered by

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January 19, 2018

Poetic Procreation

by Harry

Submitted by Pasithea AnimaLibera

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Emotions unsorted are ovum aborted.
Words unrecorded are sperms wasted.
Pieces of writing unshared left crumpled
are pieces of us neglected or distorted.

The mind releases its emotional ovum
to meet words’ sperms on ink.
A Fallopian hand etches them
unto a papyrus uterus.
There they grow and divide
into stanza or couplet cells.
They latch and feed
from imagination’s placenta.

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January 19, 2018

Shades of Emotions

by Harry

Submitted by cmapillay

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You are the one who coloured my world, as I made this turn and entered your life,
You are the one who gives life to my breath, while I try to make this life worthwhile.
When you’ll be far I’ll hear you close, when you’ll be close I’ll hear you within,
When I’ll be far you’ll feel me close, when you close your eyes, a dream will begin.

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January 19, 2018

Of lions and gulls

by Jem Croucher

In Portsmouth the lions
outside the Guild Hall
sit patiently waiting
and watch over all

They can never of course
leave their posts as that would
disciplinary matters
be as they should

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January 18, 2018

Nesting

by Jem Croucher

In the barren forsythia a house has appeared
built by an industrious sparrow
with twigs, grass and straw a nest has been made
between the branches narrow

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January 17, 2018

Walkies

by Jem Croucher

I think my favourite time of day
is evening, as that’s when
the tall one comes and takes me out
for walkies now and then

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January 16, 2018

Words about Seagulls

by Jem Croucher

I have written of seagulls
(Well, I would, wouldn’t I?)
As, living in Sussex
you’ll oft hear their cry

They’re as much of a part
of a life by the coast
as the people who live here
The sea playing host

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January 15, 2018

Far away

by Harry

Submitted by Katherine McKnight Shipp

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I know sorrow.

The best servant

and dearest relative,

It is never far away.

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January 15, 2018

The Seagull Serenade (reprise)

by Jem Croucher

6 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagull’ series

Alone on dampened shingle
The taste of salt around my mouth
I stand braced against a rising wind
And gaze out to the south

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January 14, 2018

Seagulls, the sea and a song (reprise)

by Jem Croucher

5 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

Alone on the shingle
Salt in my mouth
Braced against wind
Looking to South
Out there in the green
Waves rise and fall
As I listen again
To familiar call
A song just for me
The swoop and the cry
The sea and its music
As seagulls fly by

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January 13, 2018

Riding with Seagulls (reprise)

by Jem Croucher

4 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

I’m riding with seagulls
down here on the beach
as they fly alongside me
just out of reach
It’s like swimming with dolphins
just as wonderful and
the only change is that
I’m still on the land

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January 12, 2018

The Seagull’s Cry (reprise)

by Jem Croucher

3 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

The seagulls’ cry
synonymous
of living by the sea

A thing of which
I’ll never tire
for it is a part of me

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January 11, 2018

Seagulls Passing (reprise)

by Jem Croucher

2 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

Sitting in the sunshine
by the river at high tide
A seagull came and perched
on the railings by my side
We had a little chat
as it seemed the thing to do
Passing a few pleasantries
before away he flew

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January 10, 2018

Bob Marley Seagull (reprise)

by Jem Croucher

1 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

It was raining in Brighton
and, strolling back to the car
parked there in Ann Street
from the centre, not far
We paused to admire
on the wall, ‘cross the way
some graffiti scrawled quickly
but with something to say

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January 9, 2018

Broken Breakwater

by Jem Croucher

Progress and safety and
longshore drift
have taken their toll
with budget and thrift
So, rare the breakwater
today you will find
Most hidden away
to low water confined

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January 8, 2018

Pleasure to bring

by Jem Croucher

Went for a walk
in the town where I live
It’s still got attraction
and plenty to give

And I sill get a buzz
when I’m walking down here
It brings a warm feeling
and plenty of cheer

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January 7, 2018

It’s a gull’s life

by Jem Croucher

“So, this wall in the sun
makes a great place to view
this town where we live
don’t you think, just us two?”

“You’re not wrong my friend
it’s a great place to be
down here by the river
not far from the sea”

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January 6, 2018

“Interlewd”

by Harry

Submitted by zaoffpoetry

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Secrets steeped
in krait secretions
& sencha leaves
brewed grume
i poured myself
a cup of illusion ~
… your shaitan
loomed in the steam
an amorphous penumbra
rising to
seduction in your lips,
licking across
the bleeding seam …
i spill into
the stained tablecloth,
liquesce into the creases
all calligraphic arches
of invitation

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January 6, 2018

Pride

by Harry

 

 

Chest thumping your way
to the eternal damnation
living in the land of giants
and self-loathing with your
mortal existence
you are swelled with pride
bloated with the mortal sin

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January 6, 2018

Pixelated Smile

by Jem Croucher

On Rose Hill Close in Brighton
on the corner by the wall
A pixelated smiley face
colourful but small
we spied as we were waiting
for the traffic lights to change
Not something you see every day
it really was quite strange

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January 5, 2018

Broken Reflections

by Harry

Submitted by Pasithea AnimaLibera

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Reflections are actions
shown in light or thought.

Sometimes serene like
reflections off a lake.

Sometimes broken like
refractions off broken glass.

Between light and thought
is a dream reflected or refracted.

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January 5, 2018

At Twilight…

by Jem Croucher

Two figures on a darkened shore
down by the glistening sand
Out there in the distance
walking hand in hand

This is a time for lovers
with a new moon in the sky
As, on a turning tide, the waves
whisper with a sigh

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January 4, 2018

Someone said it’s Thursday

by Jem Croucher

Someone said it’s Thursday
Well that’s just fine by me
‘Cos it means I’ve still got several days
in actuality
And Christmas is notorious
for loosing track of time
I’ve no idea what hour it is
But really, that’s just fine

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January 3, 2018

To grin or not to grin

by Jem Croucher

And there out to the distant West
Gold fades across the sea
As twilight swiftly passes
and the night time comes to me

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January 2, 2018

Silhouette

by Jem Croucher

At twilight down on Shoreham Beach
When the light is fading fast
And the whisper of the turning tide
Is dark as we walk past

The rising moon out to the East
Glistens on wet sand
Bright just like the sunshine
In the shadows where we stand

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January 1, 2018

When

by Harry

Submitted by Pasithea AnimaLibera

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When thoughts dance
to beauty in semblance
life regains balance.

When words give reference
to beauty making a difference
expression creates reverence.

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January 1, 2018

Nivedita

by Harry

Submitted by Pratik Nandan Bose

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How close have you seen Ireland,
O maiden?
How much remote was America?

Had you ever seen the Indus,the Unicorns,the advancements in Mohen-jo-daro
In your dreams?
Had you ever drunk the drops of nectar
From the smoky utterances Prevalent in Tapobans..

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January 1, 2018

Twelve months one

by Jem Croucher

No. 6 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘Twelve Months’ series


Delicate, I bow my head
To the first day of the year
And give to it my blessing
For happiness and cheer

Twenty eighteen, here at last
January one
I bring a snowdrop promise
To the year that’s just begun

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