There once was a poem, it lived in my head
where it churned and prospered and grew
Words came and went, stanzas they changed
Syntax coaxed old from the new
And unlike the ones that I write every day
this one shunned limelight and stayed
mysteriously there in the background
not yet to be up there, displayed
But then one proud day it appeared on the page
and encouraged my pen with its form
the one it had nurtured all of this time
waiting there in the wings to adorn
My Jemverse poetry blog with the rest
that I publish each day without fail
hoping to illicit from those who read
as another one here to regale
In the quiet still of these crystal moments
when the morning whispers at sun's first call
and slumber echoes on the dove-cote doors of sleep
a world lies waiting for the day
and there you will find me, pen in hand
poised for the never failing still voice of inspiration
and when it comes, as it always will
these virgin sheets meet my words
Met an old friend at the Lion & Lobster
he retired ages ago
but at the toss of a coin fairly soon I will join
and pensioner days I will know
But I'm not there yet at the Lion & Lobster
I'm still working you see
Though I'm still a great fan and am making a plan
and a pensioner soon I will be
Truth be told this old friend at the Lion & Lobster
is several years younger than I
But though he went too soon we all call the tune
for pensioner days by and by
So I met an old friend at the Lion & Lobster
and as I had something to hear
I listened in well to the words he did tell
as a pensioner I'll be this year
I'm excogitating out a simple plan
of something complex making it
from mere thought into fruition
something big to something whit
It's been there long, a growing seed
but now at last the plan lies true
and five months hence from 1st of May
the thinking will become a do
[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some of the English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Excogitate’ (noun): to plot, plan, devise or bring out by thinking]
A new book so a new poem
as it is the thing to do
with virgin pages waiting
for some words quite fresh and new
So here are several lines
of rhyming verse to fit
the nuance of that simple plea
with nonchalance and wit
And as this book is likely
to last perhaps a year
expect to see more poems
like this in this space appear
With purpose in mind my best foot I place
metaphorically forward with zest
as with wherewithal there
with a purpose to share
I will give this plan all of my best
It's essence simplistic and outcome quite clear
it's quite simple, straightforward I'd say
so swift to fruition
with this intuition
put down in these words for today
And it's something that you can with likewise intent
apply to whatever you want
a blueprint with ease
to immediately please
from the anxious to the nonchalant
[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some of the English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Wherewithal’ (noun) is the means needed for a particular purpose]
When you write something
of which you are proud
and brings you a smile
and makes you shout loud
'Cos you know that the words
which have come from your heart
are worthy to share
and to others impart?
Well that's what this series
sets to capture with zest
'cos these are the words
which to me are the best
The ones I have written
which I'm pleased with the most
and with you I now share
with Jemverse the host
Darkened the tunnel beckoned
as sunlight filtered through
so gingerly I ventured
to the sylvan place I knew
The sound of trickled water
from the river down below
brought comfort to my quickened step
with beauty there on show
And together all this acquiesced
to hallowed moments there
the closest thing to heaven
which I dare now here to share
[In the ‘Colloquy’ series, I’m exploring some of the English language’s more obscure words. Some little used, some no longer used but all recondite. ‘Sylvan’ is an adjective and defines as living or located in the woods or forest]
I am the first thought
flowing to paper as the
poet sees the yellow
of a morning sky outside
I am the first breath
as a night of slumber ends
and rejuvenation leaps
to inspiration for the new
I am the 'je ne sais quoi'
a spark of something not quite there
hovering on the brink of
the most magical
If you're reading this now
on the day it appears
on line on the web
you will be in arrears
For most of the work
that I publish each day
comes from the past
in a meaningful way
For there's rarely a time
when I don't write a thing
so those that I do
await publishing
at a time that will suit
some days or weeks hence
quite often it seems
at times' recompense
Today's for example
which I've called 'In the past'
is now two weeks old
so the die is long cast
Twenty-third of last month
these words went to paper
so it's been a fortnight
'til I published this caper
So when in these words
you see something I've done
or something I've seen
which has brought me some fun
It probably won't have
been recent at all
but some time in the past
for that wherewithal
...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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