If I said…

If I said that I loved you
would you take it as that
Would you just take my word
and accept it as fact
Or would a small smear
of clay on your hand
confirm my intentions
like a seal or a brand

If I said that I loved you
still all these years
that we’ve been together
through joys and tears
Would you smile in that
most inimitable way
which though words sometimes falter
a smile will convey


Photo – Jempics

[A poem for Valentines Day 2018 – our 39th]


Graduation II

We’re on a train to London
all the girls and me
for another graduation
this time for Emily

We’ve goodies in a goody bag
and flat whites – good to go
that, and conversation
which we’ll always have you know

We’re heading up to Regents Park
North London, near the zoo
most of us together
for more fun times, woo hoo!


Photo – Jempics (Me (just), my soulmate – Sal and three daughters. Emily (peace sign) graduated as a Nutritional Therapist – her first degree was in Fine Arts).

You can never have too much yellow (revisited)

6 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Yellow’ series

You can never have too much yellow
for it’s the colour of the sun
And I’d challenge you to disagree
it’s not loved by everyone

For me that’s going to be the case
for as long as I can see
For it’s synonymous with summer
Where I so love to be


Photo – Jempics

You can never have too much yellow was originally published on Jemverse on 15 September 2017

Pleasure to bring

Went for a walk
in the town where I live
It’s still got attraction
and plenty to give

And I sill get a buzz
when I’m walking down here
It brings a warm feeling
and plenty of cheer

The eye of my camera
sees what I do
to keep and to cherish
and share here with you

Just a little of what
Shoreham does for my soul
as it tends my well-being
and helps keep me whole

And I know I am biased
but that’s just the thing
As a home to be proud of
has pleasure to bring


Photo – St Mary de Haura churchyard, Shoreham-by-Sea, West Sussex – Jempics

Twelve months one

No. 6 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘Twelve Months’ series

Delicate, I bow my head
To the first day of the year
And give to it my blessing
For happiness and cheer

Twenty eighteen, here at last
January one
I bring a snowdrop promise
To the year that’s just begun

For I have heart and I have hope
This year throughout will bring
Things that bring a smile
And give you cause to sing


Photo – Jempics 

[The Snowdrop is one of the January birth flowers – the alternative is the Carnation]

This is 6 in a series of 12 poems written for and published on the 1st of every month for a year. See also Twelve Months Eight, Twelve Months Nine, Twelve Months Ten, Twelve Months Eleven and Twelve Months Twelve.

Adventure Planning

Around about this time of year
my brother Dave and me
Take maps and pens and paper
to our local hostelry
And there we’ll plan adventures
whilst sharing a fine ale
Recalling all we’ve had before
with memories to regale

It’s something to look forward to
now winter’s come to stay
A plan for when the springtime comes
and April’s turned to May
For then with backpacks we will go
for several happy days
Along the paths we’ve trod before
on splendid Sussex ways


Photo – Jem & Dave Croucher, South Downs Way, Sussex, May 2017 – Jempics

Down by the seaside

Spent two hours on the water
beyond the outer buoy
Half a mile or so from shore
moments of pure joy
A gentle swell from rising tides
bobbed me around a bit
Watching sailors from the club
out there enjoying it

Then later when the sea lay still
to the beach I then repaired
And soaked the sunshine up a while
as many others shared
Bank holidays are made for this
for times of idle pleasure
Made perfect by a gleaming sun
for all our seaside leisure


Photo – my kayak and converse, Lancing beach, August bank holiday 2017 – Jempics

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