Fridays

Fridays come and Fridays go
and most of them are great
But today’s an extra special one
Now here, well worth the wait

For it means the start of stopping
and resting for a while
For I’m now on my holidays
Relax. Deep breath. Big smile.

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics (NB – there’s no particular relevance to the words; it’s just a nice field of daisies)

Twelve months eight

This poem starts a series
that will run through the year
A new one when the first
of every month is drawing near
And August starts it off
as it seemed the thing to do
No better place than summer
to begin a series, new

August is synonymous
with the height of summer sun
When days are at their hottest
and the holidays have come
And yes, I know that here in England
that’s sometimes not the case
As I’ve known Augusts (as have you)
when it’s chilly round the place

But I’m sure you’ll catch my meaning
as the intention is quite clear
That August brings a smile
because the holidays are here
Time to have a break from work
and maybe get away
Or simply lounge around the beach
as sunshine fills the day

©Jemverse

Photo – Mediterranean August sunrise – Jempics

Sunshine and smiles

To a far flung horizon
beneath a blue sky
Far away in the distance
where warmer climes lie

From a beach on an island
where one day to another
You can never be sure
if it’s winter or summer

I’ll soon wend my way
over twelve hundred miles
For a week of small islands
and sunshine and smiles

©Jemverse

Photo – looking south-west across the English channel where, 1,260 miles hence lies Corfu, my destination for a week in the Greek islands in a fortnight’s time – Jempics

Many happy returns II

Many happy returns
lives up to its name
With ever more roses
again and again

We’ve lost count of the blooms
it has given since May
When as a gift it was given
on a special birthday

They’re pink and they’re lovely
so we hope for a while
that they’ll stay and keep blooming
as they sure bring a smile

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[See the original Many Happy Returns from 1st June for context]

Nature’s thrash-metal show

A clue when the sun
hides away from the day
and the mugginess grows
as the sky becomes grey
Then, as evening approaches
a splatter of rain
It looks like a storm
is brewing again

A rumble of thunder
as the night-time comes round
But in the gaps and the stillness
there’s barely a sound

Then from over the sea
a bright flash in the sky
as, restless, the storm
seeks to electrify
And we count down the seconds
as the thunder moves in
The cacophony grows
and turns into a din

And then we are there
with excitement and thrills
as the rain hammers down
and the floodwater spills

And the lightning’s as bright
as a daytime light-show
and each thunderclap deafens
and excites, as you know
Our whoops of excitement
are lost in between
as the storm gathers pace
with a whoop and a scream

It’s frightening and scary
and wonderful fun
But we’re always relieved
when a thunderstorm’s done

The claps become rumbles
and are less agitated
as we smile and relax
because now we are sated
And as the storm moves away
‘Til it’s hardly in sight
We will go back to bed
and turn in for the night

©Jemverse

Photo – http://www.shorehamphotos.com

Little Lights

Surrounded by darkness
as night settles in
Little pinpricks of light
point to where I have been
As with power from the sunlight
they get by the day
they come alive in the darkness
to light up my way

And as my garden at night
brings mysterious smile
I’ll gladly partake
every once in a while

©Jemverse

Photo – a myriad of solar light sticks – Jempics

Dandelions & Daisies

Have you noticed with the dandelions
that when the sun comes out
So do their yellow flowers
as it’s what they are about
It’s just the same with daisies
(and yes, I know that both are weeds)
But both reflect the sunshine
and that’s often what I need

The sun and things that speak of it
are always good for me
So I’ll always let the dandelions
and daisies live and be

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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