The sunshine promise

I lived a little broken
like an old grey bag of bones
and despite the life around me
felt a long, long way from home
Abandoned to no purpose
each day was like the rest
and although the sun gave promise
it felt like second best

But then a spark ignited
and a new fire took a hold
Inspiring and uplifting it
removed me from the cold
Brought me back into the warmth
when the sun is always new
and never second rated
with each new sunbeam view

Reminded me I’m special
as we each are, every one
even though from time to time
we all have days of glum
For the sunshine is a constant
with a sparkle every day
mending all the broken thing
in every single way

So even when I’m broken
like an old grey bag of bones
the sunshine is reminder
that I’m never on my own
As it is a shining beacon
to full purpose and to zest
consistently with promise
to in each of us invest


Photo – Aptoide (via Google images)

My window to the world

Sitting here in quiet
by my window to the world
I’m high enough too watch
things down below unfurled

It’s peaceful here, cathartic
so with pen my words they flow
and occasionally I’ll take a look
outside my world window

Sometimes there will be a car
more often someone walking
single or together though
it’s hard to hear the talking

I do hear sounds of traffic
and the birdsong on the line
from the telegraph across the way
to border on sublime

All this adds to inspiration
which I get from sitting here
by my window to the world with
the world song loud and clear


Photo – Jempics

42 years and the Force

In the heat of the summer
for a special treat
as we’d both left school for good
A good friend of mine and I
thought that a film
would fit the bill fine as it should

Something called ‘Star Wars’
was all of the rave
so both of us ventured to Brighton
Queued up at the Odeon
for a good seat
unprepared for what would enlighten

And it blew our minds
for nowt of the like
had either of us seen on the screen
Quite the best movie
in seventy-seven
to which we’d agreed we had been

Now forty-two years have
passed by in between
and back at the same Odeon am I
to see Star Wars again
though nine movies on
My how the years seem to fly

And it was just as breathtaking
as it was way back then
when I was still in my youth
As though I’m now sixty
the Force is still strong
and lives on in my heart, that’s the truth


Photo – Jempics

Lost and found

We lost the baby Jesus
for several years one time
‘Til Emily found him in a vase
one Spring, so now it’s fine
The nativity is whole once more
so at Christmas time each year
It finds its home upon the shelf
to bring its festive cheer
Its history helps keep alive
with provenance that tale
of the baby Jesus lost and found
which we each year regale


Photo -Jempics

Carols at Christmas

We all went up to London
to the Royal Albert Hall
Voices ready to sing loud
proclaiming Christmas call

The Philharmonic orchestra
was wonderful to hear
five thousaand people joining in
with rousing festive cheer

And the mexican wave was something else
all adding to the thing
this unique celebration gave
with carols there to sing


Carols at the Royal Albert Hall, London -21/12/19 – Jempics

Seven days revisited #7 (Sunday)

Underneath a
Awaken early?
You wouldn’t, would you?


This is 7 of 7 in a series from Jemverse originally published in July 2014

Seven days revisited #6 (Saturday)

Arrives and
Tiredness fades
Another week of
Yesterdays pass


This is 6 of 7 in a series from Jemverse originally published in July 2014

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