It's the morning after the mourning
the official period done
and though not forgetting Majesty
she's now radiant in the sun
Her long reign now is over
and with Phillip and the rest
she's Queen now where in heaven
everything is just the best
Long live now King Charles the third
a new era for our land
our only wish, continuance of
his Mother's loving hand
[Queen Elizabeth II was queen of the UK and other Commonwealth realms from 6 February 1952 until her passing on 8 September 2022. Her reign of 70 years and 214 days is the longest of any British Monarch and the longest recorded of any female head of state in history. At the moment of her passing the throne accessioned immediately and without ceremony to her eldest son Charles, former Prince of Wales. At 73, he’s the oldest person ever to assume the British throne, a record previously held since 1830 when William IV acceded at age 64].
It doesn't look like much I know
but the satisfaction wrought
from half an hour of crafting
inspired by a simple thought
is pleasing and in fact replete
a sense of job well done
working with just what you find
whilst having lots of fun
And that in fact's the essence
of what this allotment brings
to each of us as time we spend
down here whilst growing things
Sat down at the allotment
in late summer sun
with a welcome can of ale
the weeding here all done
The no dog plots are looking good
and our labour is well spent
as everything is looking great
almost as if with intent
Sal is down there painting
watercolours as she does
in a shady spot, but me
in full sunshine here because
that's what I like to do
we each have different ways
celebrating our enjoyment
of just being in this place
I danced on a quay at Emsworth
playing a really big drum
The crowds from the town all following us
and everyone having fun
I danced with Pride in Brighton
‘neath a rainbow coloured flag
The crowds of people partying
in the sun made me feel glad
I danced on the Portsmouth waterfront
as five tall ships furled sail
The rhythm of the music thrummed
and helped tell a happy tale
I danced then and I’m dancing now
because the music never dies
It’s always in my heart and mind
for that’s where my rhythm lies
Music knows no boundaries
It cares not how I feel
It has but one sole purpose
To cure all and to heal.
It will lift me and console me
It will always be a friend
It will surprise me and amaze me
For its wisdom knows no end.
They say familiarity
Sometimes breeds contempt
Not quite true but this is where
I’m all too often sent
For music knows my every mood
And unequivocally provides
The lift that nuance might suggest
From somewhere deep inside.
Music is my constant solace
And has been through the years
Always there when e’er I need
In smiles and joys and tears.
Like a strong hand to lift my soul
Music comes again
And as my rock begins to roll
Sunshine comes to play
Like a fishing net to catch my blues
Music drains away
All the cobwebs which have gathered
In the corridors of grey
Like a drum which beats a rhythmic sound
drowning my dismay
Music cleanses, music cleans
more than I can say
Like a sunbeam piercing stormy clouds
Cutting through the rain
Music is my heart and soul
My perfect summer’s day
In my solace and respite
with the sun streaming in
I'm at home in my room
as you'll see from my grin
for all that is in here
is here to bring joy
with things I've collected
since I was a boy
It's here that I write
and here that I play
be it music or games
sitting here day by day
It brings 'joie de vivre'
my raison d'être
for all inspiration
in life that I share
In my garden at nightfall
when the sun has just set
and the heat of the day still remains
I find solace and respite
as on my bench with repose
I appreciate all of life's gains
For here is a moment
which is all of my own
precious like treasure, replete
and as the light of the day
is enveloped by night
congenital here, I'm complete
I might feel a mountain
or a feather floating by
I might spill a thousand tears
as their beauty makes me cry
I might hear some music
that sends a shiver down my spine
or smell the scent of lavender
or some other fragrance fine
I might see and hear and taste
Senses in overdrive
All just daily facets of what
it means to be alive
In the cold frame go the seeds
which I have today just sown
the frame that was just two weeks gone
with brambles overgrown
Elsewhere as day by day we toil
and clear a a little more
the plots are getting ready
for a winter crop in store
And yes, it's quite hard going
but we're doing it in chunks
so we don't get too knackered
and end up looking chumps
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...
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