Writing 101: Day 16 – “Found”

I’ve found it at last

It was lost but now found

And that’s good – it’s quite a relief

For despite all the hunting

In the obvious places

It was gone, such was my belief

Perhaps I had binned it

Or filed it away

To be found many years down the line

And puzzled over

By some other person

As to misdemeanour or crime

I thought I had slipped it

Inside a newspaper

Or a magazine in my bag

But having been through them

All several times

I’d not found it such was the drag

Given up then I had

A mystery to me

No clues had I where it lay

Until quite by chance

I happened on it

Right at the end of the day

So I’ve found it at last

I’m at peace once again

The niggling worry is gone

I’ll be off now to home

No more work for me

Now all the searching is done






Summer solstice seagull

Summer solstice seagull passed by me overhead

And as I looked up and smiled, I believe I must have said

That this particular majesty was a privilege to see

Summer solstice seagull there especially for me

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Elegant Green

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Writing 101: Day 15 “Beach Dreams”

Beach Dreams festival cancelled? Surely that can’t be right?

We were only sent the running order just the other night.

And we’ve been preparing for it now for weeks, we’re pretty nearly there

The instruments are ready and we’re sorted what we’ll wear.

Who’s to blame for that decision at this eleventh hour?

Who’s got the right to cancel, who’s even got that power?

Oh them! That bunch of charlatans, you’re serious I think

That really is disastrous and it’s going to cause a stink.

All the people who were coming will be very, very sad

And  the bands who’ve been rehearsing will be livid, if not mad

So, do you know what we’re going to do, despite what has been said?

We’re going to boycott that decision – Beach Dreams is going ahead!

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JUNE 20, 2014
Writing 101, Day Fifteen: Your Voice Will Find You
You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!

The Beach Dreams community festival in Shoreham-By-Sea, West Sussex (UK) is now in its 15th year. Originally a one-off family event to showcase a community samba band formed specifically for the occasion and the brainchild of a very special vicar, Father Marcus Ronchetti, the festival has gone from strength to strength and, even though Father Marcus has moved on, the true spirit of what Beach Dreams set out to do lives on. It’s a lot different to those early days but retains its family feel. Held annually over a weekend in June, the festival now attracts thousands of people from all over Sussex and provides a showcase for unsigned local bands. Beach Dreams – run by the community for the community.

Fortunately, what the poem suggests is fictitious; this hasn’t happened and hopefully never will.



Writing 101: day 14 – “Page 29”

First word that I came to

On page twenty-nine

Was one that is quite tricky

To weave into any line

For the book that I had nearest to hand

Was the Oxford Dictionary

Rather wished I had instead

Picked up on ‘airy-fairy’!

But no, I’ll stick with what I’ve got

And find a way somehow

Of getting the word ‘ajuga’ in

To what I’m writing now

It is a plant quite like the bugle

In shape I think, not sound

And so ‘ajuga’ is now within these lines

The first and last one that I found.

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Today’s ‘Writing 101’ challenge is headed “To whom it may concern”:

Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.

And I get the word ‘ajuga’! Brilliant!


Writing 101: Day 13 – “Flower”

Found a freedom in the day that the flower opened its fragrance to me

Saw at once the depths of its pleasure confirmed unequivocally

Spent a while with the breezes of seldom, paused at the bridge of relief

Smiled as the waters released their freedom absolutely to me

Wondered at the dream that had led me to them, refused to submit to the day

But knew for certain the moment was ending as movement began where I lay

Sleep, its dove-cote doors of slumber relinquished its hold once again

And I found myself back in the land of the living as the sun hastened in a new day.

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Writing 101: day 12 “Having a chat”

Father God I’m sitting here and it’s twenty-five to eight

We have time to kill this morning and not much fear of being late

The children have had their breakfast and, as seems to be the rule

Are watching something naff on tele before off they go to school

And I’m thinking in this moment I should spend some time and pray

Give you all the things that fill my each and every day

But I don’t know how to start it, sounds dreadful, yes, I know

What to say to you my Father before on my way I go

So I guess I’ll sit here for a while and talk about my life

My home, my work, my family, my leisure time, my wife

For I know that when my children tell me about their day

Some little thing that’s happened in their own and special way

I am inclined to listen, dropping anything I do

And it really must, I reckon be just the same with you

So here I am, your child, telling you about my day

Just asking you to listen in my own and special way

It would be so easy just to mention all the naff things in this world

Because we’re really spoilt for choice as the daily news unfurls

But those would just be empty words filling up a space

They wouldn’t really mean much with no compassion, care or grace

And really, if I’m honest, sometimes it’s hard I find

To talk about these distant things with worries on my mind

So I think it’s more important to bring these things to you

As they’ll have a bigger impact on what I say and do

I want to thank you God for listening, for being there a while

For that feeling of contentment, for that endearing smile

It’s all I need to keep me, safe throughout this day

Knowing that you’re always there in all I do and say

You’re there in every single thought, there in every whim

Protecting and upholding me, keeping me from sin

And yes I mess it up sometimes, I’m fallible I know

But I know that you have saved me by this warming inner glow

It’s good to have these little chats, thanks for listening again

It’s good to know you’re there for me and that you’re always just the same

Time to go now, catch the train, take Holly off to school

Face the day that’s up ahead, the norm it seems, the rule

But this morning there is something else deep down there inside

Something to keep me smiling instead of trying to hide.

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©Jemverse (October 2001)



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