Ducks

The sun shone brightly this morning

A fine, fresh new summer day

And Grace and I stopped on the way to school

To watch the ducks at play

Glinting on the water

Like a mirror to the sky

The sunshine bathed the surface

As they swam slowly by

 

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Obscurity

Fading now into his

dark-cornered obscurity

A shadow of a man

sits down and vainly waits

Holding out a dirty hand

to a world that passes by

Convenience is to ignore

his stark and empty plate

 

©Jemverse

Summer grin

Summertime in sunglasses

The sun comes from within

‘Cos, deep behind the darkness

Is my special summer grin

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Writing 101, day 20 – “The things we treasure”

I have many special treasures

I’ve collected through the years

Most of which have brought me joy

But some have brought me tears

I keep them in a special box

But get them out once in a while

For each of them bring pleasure

Memories with a smile

Too many to mention every one

So here are just a few

A sharing of some memories

Especially for you.

My Yogi Bear spoon free with Cornflakes

When I was a lad

A Batman card from bubblegum

Many sticks of which I’ve had

A ticket from a discotheque

From nineteen seventy-seven

One from an unpronounceable place

I went in Wales when eleven

A William Wordsworth poems book

Page thirty-five my favourite still

“I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vale and hill”

A Nineteen Fifties ration book

A great aunt left for me

Complete with unused coupons

For eggs and cheese and tea

A ticket to see Van Gogh’s museum

Amsterdam in seventy-eight

An art college trip I almost missed

When I overslept and was very late

And finally a drawing

By my daughter, all of three

A very treasured picture of

Her Daddy in a tree

©Jemverse (June 2014)

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Writing 101: day 19 – “Rhyme”

So here goes nothing for the challenge today

It’s going be fun, if not messy

For I’ve to ‘free-write’ at least 400 plus words

That’s a a tall order and really quite stressy

Particularly when I am told that I must

Keep on typing once I have begun

And not pause for a breath or an edit, or even

Second-guess what I’ve done

I’m not at all sure what ‘trash talking’ is

But that’s something else I can’t do

I’ve just got to write and hope the result

Works well as a poem for you

The one thing I can do, which seems a bit daft

Is write about something that’s silly

A subject I haven’t thought to tackle before

(What rhymes there? I know – piccalilli).

Actually whilst we’re there on that theme

I can tell you that I’ve never much liked

Pickled onions, or anything else that is dipped

In vinegar that I despise.

But pickles and vinegar is not what I want

To waste time on the words that would take

Instead I’d rather just talk about rhyme

(What rhymes with that? Oh, I know – mistake)

But don’t get me wrong, that’s not what I’m saying

It’s no error to talk about rhyme

One just needs some patience, a thesaurus perhaps

That, and a good deal of time

For rhyme is a pedantic beast I have found

Sometimes it works for you well

But somedays, when it’s sulking or in a bad mood

It can make your writing like hell

There are some words that rhyme and some that don’t

Look for antepenultimate stress

Or if you’re really clever and know your words well

There’s always pre-antepenultimate stress

You see what I did there? I cheated a bit

Used the same word to fit in a rhyme

But I don’t like to do that as it’s not the done thing

Well not least most of the time.

For to me all my words, the ones that I know

And the new ones I learn on the way

Are like colours on a palette that I use to paint

Life in words that I see every day

There are beautiful words and ones that are horrid

There are those that make you feel sad

There are those that bring a smile to your eyes

And there are those which make you quite mad

And most of the time, the words that I write

Have like a rhythm to flow

With a timbre and cadence that follows with ryhme

(What rhymes with that? Oh…come on – you know!)

… … … … …

©Jemverse

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Writing 101: Day 19 – Don’t stop the rocking.  Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

And that’s honestly what I’ve done here – Non-stop typing, no self-editing, no ‘trash talking’ (whatever that is) and no second guessing. I just went and here it is – all 400+ words of it.

What do you think? Comments below…

 

 

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Writing 101: day 18 – “Robber lady”

The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, has come to evict Mrs Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years. Write this story in the first person, told by the 12-year old sitting on the stoop across the street

Not really sure what’s going on

At the house across the street

But the law’s on Mrs Pauley

Who’ve I’ve always thought was sweet

That big fat bloke is with them

The one who upset Mum

I don’t like him much because of that

As it made her sad and glum

Just like Mrs Pauley looks

As the cops lead her away

I’d really love to know what she has done

On this lovely summer’s day

Maybe she’s a robber

Who’s robbed a grocery store

And hidden all the loot

Beneath her shabby kitchen floor

Or maybe the way she acts quite sweet

Is really just a lie

And she’s really rather horrible

And, like the fat man, makes you cry

Mrs Pauley, robber lady

I’m pleased you have been caught

‘Cos it’s not nice for you to do that

Instead of paying as you ought

She’s in the cop car now and is

Looking rather sad

Quite unlike the fat man

Who’s looking really glad

I hope nice people move in next

Someone my age would be great

‘Cos when you’re twelve, it’s not the best of things

To hang with sisters who are eight.

©Jemverse (25 June 2014)

This was quite a difficult challenge to put into verse. However, I reasoned that a 12-year old (we don’t know whether it’s a girl or a boy) wouldn’t care about Mrs Pauley’s history; they probably wouldn’t even know. All they’d see is the perspective from their viewpoint. Excitement, police and a little old lady being led away. Imagination runs wild and turns supposition into fact.

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Writing 101: day 17 – “Wasps”

I’ve always wondered what’s the point

Of wasps, the horrid things

With their intrusive little buzzing ways

And their nasty little stings

I’ve got used to Bumbles and even bees

(except when in a swarm)

But I do so hate those waspy things

When it’s nice outside and warm

Why can’t they all just go away

And leave me well alone

‘Cos when they’re out there buzzing round

I’ll just stay at home

©Jemverse

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Writing 101, day 17 – “Your personality on the page” – What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears. If you’re up for a twist, write this post in a style that’s different from your own.

Addressing my worst fear – wasps – is enough for me I think; forget the twist.

Wish I could say the same of wasps!

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