31 Jul 2019 3 Comments
in Beach, poem, Poet, Poetry, Sea, wordsmith Tags: beach, Jemverse, laughter, poem, poet, poetic, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, sea, verse, waves, wordsmith, writing poetry
The breeze was a stiff one
but the sunshine was warm
down on the beach yesterday
And the sea was like turquoise
reflecting the sky
Quite lovely in every way
We walked on the shingle
and looked out to sea
counting the waves one by one
Laughs were caught by the wind
as each of us grinned
when the seventh big ones were done
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
30 Jul 2019 8 Comments
in Life, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: clarity, Jemverse, poem, poet, poetic, Poetry, poetry blog, wordsmith, writing poetry
In a moment of serenity
the moon over water
Clarity revealed
Rippled, the light shines
moving to magnificence
Clarity defined
Carried to ecstasy
I am caught in the moment
This clarity mine
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
29 Jul 2019 1 Comment
in Life, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: Jemverse, life, mystery, philosophy, poem, poet, poetic, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
Life is like a flower of blue
with fragrance of the sun
Mysterious yet loveable
for me and everyone
Life is like a sky of blue
with clouds all fleecy white
Overwhelming yet with comfort
soothing everything in sight
Life is like a sea of blue
with waves of movement there
Boundless and yet welcoming
with love and care to share
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
28 Jul 2019 1 Comment
in family, Life, Love, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: celebration, eulogy, Jemverse, life, mother, passing, poem, poet, poetic, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
Ruth Eunice Shrimpton
Was Croucher, Nee Dainton
is having a whale of a time
So I thought I would capture a bit of her life
for you in some syntax and rhyme
Seven and eighty years is a
good innings to have for a start
And whilst we don’t have the time
for all of that here
These words have come from my heart
So bear with me a while
close your eyes if you like
Travel back in these lines for a bit
As I’ve tried here to capture a life lived in full
and share a little of it
I’ll take you back to the thirties
Ruth’s childhood days
and regale a few of those times
Then on through the years like a film in your heads
all woven into these lines
So let’s make a start
eighty years ago when
life was quite different from now
And though most of you here are younger than that
Cast your mind there with me somehow
Ruth earliest love was a
mongrel called Ted
A white dog with gingery ears
And at five Repton Road another called Gyp
the family dog for some years
Ruth’s Dad was a baker
and in the loft twixt the sacks
Snowdrop the little cat lived
keeping the rodent populace down
until the flour was sieved
And during the war
as the Bristol bombs fell
Tinker the tortoise-shell was
a comfort indeed to a girl in her teens
in the air-raid shelters because
Onto the fifties
and Ruth fell in love
with a graduate of Pharmacy
John Alan Croucher the graduate’s name
Dad to my siblings and me
A move up to Surrey
after two years or so
whilst retaining the West Country twang
And though the years passed Ruth never outgrew
her birth-born Bristolian slang
A couple of examples
to give you a taste
‘PEE-ANO’ for piano for one
Mispronunciation her forte it seemed
as Ruth was never quite done
Charles flew to Miami
a short while ago
and in conversation one day
Pronounced it ‘MEE-ARMY’, made us all laugh
in her own inimitable way
Ruth was a mother
and the fifties and sixties
had seen us four siblings all come
Her love it exuded, kept us all safe
Til our formative years were all done
Dad left in the seventies
His time had arrived
Went to heaven in seventy-four
And then there were five but love it endured
as there was a promise in store
The eighties arrived
and three of us left
But then from Ruth’s distant past
a widower called Tom arrived on the scene
Cupid’s arrow was once again cast
In eighty-five I gave her away
Unusual for a son then to do
But the pleasure was mine
as two hearts entwined
and true love she once again knew
Tom got his doctorate
Grandchildren came
Life knew its joys and its tears
But faith and its wisdom continued to live as it
had in her life through the years
Ruth as a grandma
A match made in heaven
Warm, soft, gentle and kind
are just some of the words they’ve given to me
of the Grandma they have in mind
Ruth was a selfless
woman of peace
with never a thought for herself
Faith to move mountains steadfast in love
in life and in failing health
She was wisdom and patience
and comfort and strength
with a smile that always saw fun
Finding the best in all that she saw
until her last days were done
A wife and a mother
A grandma and friend
A sister, an auntie and more
Ruth Eunice Shrimpton, we all here agree
was a person we call adored
And yes she’ll be missed
there’s no doubt of that
But think of her now if you will
Jumping and dancing and running about
ageless and no longer ill
When she left us
an angel I met at the door
took me aside with a smile
Left me picture to treasure and hold
in my mind’s eye and keep for a while
A rounders match waiting
on a warm summer’s day
And all of the loved ones she’d known
Waiting for Mum as she ran to them now
forever in her Father’s home
My father was there
Tom of course too
and her Mum and her Dad and her brothers
A celebratory game to welcome her home
with the angels and thousands of others
These words then are done
I’ll retake my seat
But leave a request if I may
Please don’t be sad but with Ruth be glad
on this celebratory day
©Jemverse
Photo – Jem of ‘Jemverse’ with his Mum, Winter 2017 – Sally Croucher
I hadn’t thought to publish this tribute to my Mother, who passed on 20 May this year; but know now that I must. Ruth would have wanted me too as it captures the heart of who I am and what I do.
27 Jul 2019 2 Comments
in Friends, poem, Poet, Poetry, Smile, wordsmith Tags: flowers, friends, Jemverse, lovely, poem, poet, poetic, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, surprise, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
The postman brought us yesterday
a box from two good friends
who’d very kindly, lovely flowers
to us, they’d thought to send
It really was a nice surprise
Gave us a warming glow
‘Cos it’s nice to get a present
by surprise from friends you know
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
26 Jul 2019 1 Comment
in Beach, Life, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Sussex, tanka, wordsmith Tags: 5lnes, beach, Jemverse, Lancing, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, relaxation, sea, Sussex, tanka, wordsmith, writing poetry
Once again relaxed
Lancing Beach does that for me
Every single time
The sound of the moving sea
The sight of the ocean waves
And I’m in my element
Completely relaxed
Listening to the ocean
I sit here for hours
Reading for a little while
Writing for a while longer
Here outside Hut 101
Relaxation here
This is my perfect haven
Little home from home
Where I can quite simply be
Where I can quite simply feel
The simplicity of life
©Jemverse
Photo – Lancing Beach, West Sussex, looking East – Jempics
A tanka is a 31 syllable 5 line Japanese poem with a syllabic sequence of 5-7-5-7-7
25 Jul 2019 2 Comments
in beauty, garden, home, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: colour, garden, Jemverse, lovely, nasturtium, poem, poet, poetic, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
The variegated colour of
our Nasturtiums in full bloom
return year after year
when they first appear in June
They really are quite lovely
and I’m glad they reappear
as their colour in the garden
brings us pleasure, yes and cheer
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
24 Jul 2019 1 Comment
in Creative Writing, poem, Poet, Poetry, words, wordsmith Tags: bussokuseki, Japanese poetry, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, wordsmith, writing, writing poetry
Bussokuseki
This poetic triplicate
ends today with this
Now it’s found there will be more
Art is never satisfied
Never still the poet’s pen
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
The Bussokuseki-kahi (仏足石歌碑) is a well-known monument in the Yakushi Temple in Nara, inscribed with twenty-one poems
The poems are written in Man’yōgana, a precursor to kana where Chinese characters are used for their phonetic value, and in Bussokuseki-style. Named after the poems, Bussokuseki-style is an archaic poetic device in which lines are written in a 5-7-5-7-7-7 mora pattern. It is an early form of waka.
23 Jul 2019 4 Comments
in poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: Jemverse, lavender, lovely, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
I’m going to need a bigger basket
this year I think as I
harvest all my lavender
which has grown tall and high
For this year all my bushes
a bumper crop have grown
and I have much more lavender
than I have ever known
It’s fragrance it will permeate
as it does from room to room
before a day spent bagging
which will come again quite soon
July each year arrives to see
that lavender time again
repeated as the years go by
with pleasure from the grain
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
22 Jul 2019 2 Comments
in Creative Writing, poem, Poet, Poetry, words, wordsmith Tags: 6 lines, bussokuseki, Japanese poetry, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, wordsmith, writing poetry
Finding words to form
to syllabic sequencing
always a pleasure
Challenging but daily done
Satisfaction guaranteed
with bussokuseki found
©Jemverse
The Bussokuseki-kahi (仏足石歌碑) is a well-known monument in the Yakushi Temple in Nara, inscribed with twenty-one poems
The poems are written in Man’yōgana, a precursor to kana where Chinese characters are used for their phonetic value, and in Bussokuseki-style. Named after the poems, Bussokuseki-style is an archaic poetic device in which lines are written in a 5-7-5-7-7-7 mora pattern. It is an early form of waka.
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