31 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in photo, Poetry, sun, Sussex
Tags: Bodiam, Castle, England, history, poem, Poetry, splendour, sunshine, Sussex
Bodiam beckoned
as the sunshine was sent
and I took in the view
from the high battlement
This castle in Sussex
with its moat all around
quintessentially English
never fails to astound
And though I have visited
these walls in the past
its picturesque splendour
is hard to surpass
©Jemverse
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30 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in Beach, Poetry, Rain, Sea, sun
Tags: beach, being, coast, hills, ocean, poem, Poetry, sea, smile
Sun shines, enticing me
up on hills or down by sea
Inspiring with the warm and free
down here at the coast
Winds blow, surrounding me
up on hills or down to sea
This is the place I love to be
down here at the coast
Rain falls, refreshing me
up on hills or down to sea
Though to the sun I’ll always flee
down here at the coast
©Jemverse
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29 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in Poetry, Sussex
Tags: Brighton, i-360, panorama, poem, Poetry, Sussex, tall, view
Towering like a monolith
up into the sky
Brighton’s i-360
is really, really high
Dwarfing the remains
of the ruinous West Pier
it stands alone just waiting
for the summer to appear
Then the doors will open
and its pod all bright and new
will carry people skyward
to take in the marvellous view
Sussex seen from high above
for over twenty miles around
from Brighton’s i-360
Four hundred feet above the ground
©Jemverse
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28 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in Beach, Poetry, Sea
Tags: beach, blue, home, poem, Poetry, sea, shingle, tide, waves
As above, so here below
blue sky and deep blue sea
The gently turning silent waves
creep up to welcome me
In this place, that sweetest voice
sings out the quiet refrain
as on this shingle here I stand
upon my beach again
©Jemverse
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27 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in Beach, Breakwater, home, Poetry, Sea
Tags: beach, breakwater, home, me, poem, Poetry, sea, water, waves
Tidal waters splashing
at the waters’ edge
on the old breakwater
such a privilege
Buried deep in shingle
but still within my reach
as the tide turns one more time
down here at the beach
©Jemverse
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26 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in beauty, Life, Poetry
Tags: beauty, change, flower, life, poem, Poetry, progress
Blocked in passageways
where once there were streets
and sticky faced children
on corners with sweets
watched elderly ladies
resting on seats
All gone in the blink of an eye
Housing estates grow
where once there were fields
graffiti covered walls
shopfronts with shields
with derelict blemishes
for developers’ yield
Covered up in the blink of an eye
Yet there in a crack
is a small yellow flower
rising up with a smile
as paving slabs cower
and the filthy, ragged
concrete glowers
Life’s back in the blink of an eye
©Jemverse
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25 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in God, poem, Poetry
Tags: Easter, hope, life, light, poem, Poetry, promise, reflection
Shadow of a crown of thorns
high up on the wall
held there in a flickering light
sweetest thing I saw
Around me people quietly prayed
the Spirit, moving, felt
a whispered word, a silent prayer
shared as people knelt
Akin there to a healing light
flickering on the wall
held silent by a shadow
beckoning a call
The shadow of a crown of thorns
up there in plain sight
here on this Good Friday
reflecting what is right
©Jemverse
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24 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in Creative Writing, dreams, Life, Poetry
Tags: life, memory, mystery, poem, Poetry, words
Contemplative quiet and still
now seems as good a time
to sit back here, reflective
whilst I’m feeling fine
Can’t quite put my finger on
though I’m trying hard to share
Intangible, perched on the edge
it’s not exactly there
A memory, a ‘je ne sais quoi’
I’m not quite sure you see
It’s really most frustrating
and remains a mystery
©Jemverse
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23 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in Beach, photo, Poetry
Tags: beach, home, pebbles, poem, Poetry, precious, sculpture, treasure
Of all the pebbles on the beach
with virtues to extol
the ones which I love most of all
are those that have a hole
I try to find one every time
as it’s something that I do
And as I’ve lived here many years
I now have quite a few
I’ve worked some into sculptures
in my garden on the ground
Whilst I treasure most of all
are as ornaments around
They have a special quality
so when to the beach I come
I’ll not leave empty-handed
until I’ve found another one
©Jemverse
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22 Mar 2016
by Jem Croucher
in Poetry, Spring, sun
Tags: breathe, poem, Poetry, promise, spring, sunshine, warmth
Sitting in a pocket of springtime
Warmed by a welcome embrace
Breathing deeply the fragrance
Feeling the sun on my face
Knowing the winter’s behind me
Forgetting the six months of chill
Looking forward to summer
Promising warmer days still
©Jemverse
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