The Seagulls’ Cry (reprise)

3 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

The seagulls’ cry
synonymous
of living by the sea

A thing of which
I’ll never tire
for it is a part of me

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The Seagulls’ Cry was originally published on Jemverse on 23 December 2016

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Seagulls passing (reprise)

2 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Seagulls’ series

Sitting in the sunshine
by the river at high tide
A seagull came and perched
on the railings by my side
We had a little chat
as it seemed the thing to do
Passing a few pleasantries
before away he flew

And I stayed a while and pondered
of how fortunate was I
to live in such a lovely place
with seagulls passing by

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Seagulls Passing was originally published on Jemverse on 11 May 2017

Someone said it’s Thursday…

Someone said it’s Thursday
Well that’s just fine by me
‘Cos it means I’ve still got several days
in actuality
And Christmas is notorious
for loosing track of time
I’ve no idea what hour it is
But really, that’s just fine

For I’m relaxed and chilling
on my festive holiday
Time’s lost its importance
which is just as well I’d say
Because the clock just keeps on ticking
but I’m paying no attention
‘Cos someone said it’s Thursday
And time got little mention

©Jemverse

Photo – 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

©Jemverse

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.

A soliloquy for Christmas

A soliloquy for Christmas
with a little introspection
Thinking of the year that’s been
in pensive contemplation
And looking forward to the next
anticipation growing
For all the promise that’s in store
A smile, as I’ve the knowing

This Christmas morning silence
affords a moment still
For soon there will be laughter
with gifts exchanged at will
And then there will be merriment
The epitome of joy
Christmas with the family
with promise to deploy

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Clarity III

And the light this morning
emulates a clarity anew
Captured on the coast road
as I pass with clear sea view
Pastel pinks and subtle blue
Oranges and yellow
confirming absolutely that
I am a lucky fellow

©Jemverse

Photo – December morning skies over the English channel, from the A259 coast road, Lancing, West Sussex – Jempics

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

©Jemverse

Photo – the frontage of Liverpool’s Lime Street station – Jempics

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