The forbidden word

Yes I know it’s a word

which for me’s rarely hidden

yet as I use it so much

my wife has forbidden

But I really can’t help it

so here as a poet

I’ll resist but I’m tempted

so much, don’t you know it!

…

For example today

on my bench for a while

I sat in the sunshine

which brought on a smile

and there in an instant

is the ‘S’ word again

brought in to rhyme

in this little refrain

…

And though it’s so short

just five letters long

it conveys so much

so its usage is strong

The emotion it carries

is second to none

so here for a poet

what’s done is done

…

So I’m sorry my dear

but try hard as a I might

the use of a smile is

my poet’s birthright

and as what I do

in the words from my pen

is regale the nice things

that I see now and then…

…

…I’m afraid that its use

is inevitable here

as it always describes

the joy and the cheer

that every so often

every once in a while

captures the happiness

born of a smile

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Place to rhyme

My best words it seems flow freely

when the small hours take a hold

when everything is quiet

and my pen does what it’s told

Relays the words I want to say

about the things I’ve done

about what I am feeling

when I’m happy or I’m glum

Thankfully, I’m pleased to say

the latter’s rare these days

scarce is there the need to

remediate malaise

For as a poet ‘joie de vivre’

is a mantra I live by

as there’s so much to be thankful for

and rarely time to cry

So here in the small hours are

some more words from my pen

which find their way from what I see

around me now and then

And with pleasure that will never wane

each find their place in line

as I formulate the syntax

and find the place to rhyme

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Prolific

Prolific? Me? I hardly think
and yet I guess that’s true
as writing poems every day
is something that I do
A little snapshot of my life
Something every day
as there’s so much of it to see
and so much here to say
So I’ll just keep on writing
as I can’t stop you see
for it’s a special passion
and completely part of me

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Beginning V

5 of 12 in the Jemverse series ’12 months IV’

To the New Year a promise
here made to ones self
to remain true to form
and with all of my wealth
to capture from life
one day at a time
its essence in words
and transpose to line
Resolution here made
with every intention
to keep and to hold
and daily to mention
for these are my words
and this is my gift
from a poet to you
your spirits to lift
So with new beginning
I’ll start with intent
for here is a promise
wholeheartedly meant

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Poem found

I found a good word
which would make a good start
at the front of a poem
of which it was part

So I placed it right there
and thought of the rest
and the spaces they’d fill
where they’d look their best

And when it was done
and the order was sound
I read the words back
of the poem I’d found

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Inspiration II

What is my inspiration?
I’ve been asked this many times
where do I as poet find
the substance for these lines?

Well, there’s a simple answer
because it’s all about the things
that I see all around me
and the pleasure that all brings

For there is something lovely
to be found, I find, and said
to bring a ray of sunshine
when, if truth be told, instead

the reality is something else
and forgiven we would be
for feeling pretty miserable
about most things we see

But there’s the ‘rub’ of course as well
the gift of every poet
to sew the seeds of happiness
in words, and don’t we know it!

For here is opportunity
to paint a picture that
the reader can escape to
and keep sanity intact

So what’s my inspiration?
it is all I see and do
which I will duly craft to words
and daily bring to you.

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New Pen

New pen, the scratch on paper
just like a living thing
finding words quite quickly
to make it cry or sing

Poised, it waits with patience
then leaps to life when I
find the words here needed
upon this page to lie

And there they stay just resting
until the time is right
for them to see the light of day
and find their own limelight

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Photo – Jempics

Five in the morning

Five in the morning
September, still dark
and as usual midweek
I’m up with the lark
The world is still silent
the night not yet done
though a tinge in the East
shows the morning has come

And a whisper seems loud
like a shout as my pen
scratches the surface
with sounds now and then
As words from my mind
find the surface and lay
fresh on the paper
with something to say

And I love this still time
it is as a friend
a comfort and solace
on which to depend
It instils inspiration
unmeasured and free
to use and exploit
by the poet in me

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Stationary

I’m nearing the end of my poetry book
reason here to rejoice
for it means a new one will start really soon
leaving simply the problem of choice

For I’ve notebooks a-plenty just waiting for me
to write my poems inside
as I can’t resist when a new one I see
no matter how hard I’ve tried

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Spinning words

Sought after, captured
the words like a star
Precious like diamonds
and seen from afar
Nurtured and fashioned
committed to pen
falling to page
to ponder and then
when story is told
and deed it is done
the poet can rest
from the words he has spun

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