Most times on these cold winter days
you’ll find me snug inside
as chilliness and cold are things
I really can’t abide

Give me a pen and paper and
some music and you’ll see
that I’m content to stay indoors
and let the winter be

For both these things together
with the pleasure that they bring
Resolve here quite a plenty not
to venture out ’til Spring



Homeward Bound

As stations go, the Lime Street one
here in Liverpool
is rather nice and will I’m sure
make some people drool
Architects and engineers and
railway history buffs
Will, weak of knee, pontificate
about minutiae stuff

But for most its hallowed arches
and Victorian splendour will
be lost within the purpose
that its innards do fulfil
As, like me on this cold morning
a train inside is found
with the sole and special purpose
to take me homeward bound



Winter Days

These cold weekends of winter
keep us warm indoors most days
For it is frigid out there
devoid of warming rays
So we’d rather stay here snug and warm
with music, books and cheer
in our jumpers and our slippers
instead of winter gear

And the daylight hour are shorter
which just weakens our resolve
with all of the shenanigans
going out there does involve
So here’s to classic movies
hot tea and warming fires
Books, and music listened to
‘Til wintertime expires



New Words

5 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

It’s always nice to wet the page
when starting a new book
But rare (I think) the privilege
that others get a look
Not that here there’s much to see
My scribbled writing’s muse
drafted in rough format
with the the method that I use

Words which from the poet’s mind
meld and form to shape
Juxtaposing with each other
new poetry to make
Yet these pages will be with me
for several months to come
Capturing the words I use
‘Til every poem’s done


5 in a series of 5 poems written about poetry for poets. 

Word resting

4 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

The minutes tick by
the words keep on flowing
How long they’ll continue
there’s no way of knowing

So erring to caution
the pen’s laid to rest
to return on the morrow
when poet’s are best


4 in a series of 5 poems written about poetry for poets.


3 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

Persuasive and fluid
expression related
the words of the poet
orally sated

Spoken with pride
besotted and smitten
the words which by craft
and by hand have been written


3 in a series of 5 poems written about poetry for poets.

When we write

2 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

In the small hours I sat
with my pen and I wrote
for the words were just flowing
and worthy of note
And they weren’t telling stories
at least, not ones of fiction
yet their eloquence still
came alive with their diction

And gave me a mission
I just had to commit
to the paper before me
with a whim and a wit
Words of a poet
with his art in the night
as such is the challenge
we have when we write


2 in a series of 5 poems written about poetry for poets.

Poetry for Poets

1 of 5 in the Jemverse ‘Poets’ series

Some words have nuance
others structure
which at point
or other juncture
appear to us through
combining then
in aggregation
onto paper
onto page
for we are seers
we are sage
Life through words
here we reveal
in poetry
we daren’t conceal


1 in a series of 5 poems written about poetry for poets. 

Pining for summer

So, winter has me in its grip
and won’t let go right now
Her cold and icy fingers
spider-like across my brow
Shivering, I try to smile
and brave the worst of it
But winter’s not what I’m about
and never seems to fit

For I’m a child of summer
something that’s been said before
I clamour for the warmer months
when cold knocks at the door
I come alive with warming sun
I laugh within its glare
And always, always miss it
whenever it’s not there



Coming Home II

It’s been twelve months
since last we were
a full contingent
of ‘Croucher’
For one of six
who’s been away
from Oz is coming
home today
Christmas this year
life is sweet
as once again
we are complete




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