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Child beneath

Inanimate object, dark dusty hall

Drops from the gutter, damp on the wall

Cracks in the ceiling, sagging floor

Peeling off wallpaper, tatty and torn

Paint a bleak picture, colour it in

Pictures of grey or anything dim

Just make it dismal, capture a frown

Sometimes I think we enjoy being down

Thinking the worst, worry and strife

Instead of just simply enjoying our life

The truth of its clear, I would rather smile

Even if tinged with a tear once a while

Banish that feeling, banish that grief

As I want to be like the child that’s beneath.

 

©Jemverse

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Steve the seagull

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Steve the seagull ventured from

His nest one summer’s morn

High up on the rooftop

Where with his siblings he’d been born

Thought he’d had enough of

being up there in the sun

Wondered at the down below

Where it looked a lot more fun

Flapped his fledgling wings a bit

and hopped out into space

Plummeted immediately with

a lack of seagull grace

Found himself in a small garden

with strange smells and grass of green

such a totally different world

From the one ’til then he’d seen

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Hopped around bewildered

looking for a snack

but when he couldn’t find one

thought he’d best be getting back

Flapped his wings, ran a bit

and jumped up pretty high

Then rapidly discovered that

He couldn’t actually fly

Time passed by, the sun went down

the day turned into night

But Steve wasn’t all that bothered

about his unexpected plight

Water in a bowl appeared

So he could quench his thirst

And he’d found a few small worms to eat

although they tasted strange at first

Thirty-six hours later though

and Steve was feeling pretty glum

Mum and Dad had made it clear

‘You’re on your own now, son’

He’d watched, forlorn as they had swooped

Up there in the blue

So close yet now so far away

From the world he thought he knew

And then to make things worse

He was grabbed, stuffed in a crate

Taken from the garden

Wondered what should be his fate

Steve the seagull found himself

on a beach with sand and sea

with lots of other seagulls

full of life and flying free

And with another run and spread of wings

He found that he could too

Rise up in the air and fly

with the others in the blue

Steve the seagull swooped and soared

Found his voice and cried aloud

A fledgling chick no more he was

A Sussex gull and proud

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Inspiration

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Seriously? Cancellation?

Problems on the track

I will have to walk now from West Worthing

Heavy rucksack on my back

Still, it’s only two short miles

It won’t take me very long

And as the sunshine is just marvellous

In my head I’ll write a song

Poems daily. Inspiration?

Always something there

The trick is spotting where it is

So I am constantly aware.

 

©Jemverse

And no, the picture has nothing to do with my unexpected walk – I just like seagulls!

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