Brighton pier was glowing blue
as the waves fell to the shore
as we all six up on the prom
watched it and asked for more
And that we got in spades
as we always do right here
in Brighton on the Sussex coast
beside its famous pier
Even precipitation didn't
much get in the way
as the beauty was so evident
at the evening of this day
Penultimate (11 of 12) in the ‘About Brighton’ series
Wandered round in Brighton
brought a brand new hat
Blue to match my sunglasses
Sylish (that’s a fact)
Felt much like a rock star
walking round the place
with lovely Brighton people
and a smile upon my face
It only cost a tenner
but it’s not about the price
For Jem’s new hat is perfect
and it’s really rather nice
The antepenultimate (10 of 12) in the ‘About Brighton’ series
Sat in St Nicholas’ churchyard
high up on the hill
overlooking Brighton
with all around me still
Sipped a bold, strong coffee
the sunshine breaking through
with history around me
which from my past I knew
There’s change around about of course
new buildings stark and cold
yet Brighton’s essence here remains
quintessentially old
A haven with a tranquil peace
God’s hand is present here
A little bit of heaven
with the bustling city near
The viaduct on London Raod
Brighton, late at night
lit up blue with vibrancy
is a lovely sight
High above the city streets
with Victorian pride
to carry trains up there on which
so many people ride
But down here close to midnight
just a passing car
and me with phone to capture
this spectacular
In Brighton there’s a cafe
in a garden with a view
Overlooking the Pavilion
(to some, the palace new)
It’s famous for its rock buns
(though today we did decline)
as we are on a diet
with an eye on our waistline
But it was still relaxing
and quite special in the sun
Sitting drinking coffee
and watching everyone
It was raining in Brighton
and, strolling back to the car
parked there in Ann Street
from the centre, not far
We paused to admire
on the wall, ‘cross the way
some graffiti scrawled quickly
but with something to say
And in contemplative mood
we pondered the depth
penned by those words
whilst at our feet, quite perplexed
A young seagull ran by
so as not to intrude
For to spoil this fine moment
would have bordered on rude
Was there metaphor here?
Bob would have been proud
‘No woman, no cry’
is still shouting loud
Against the blue the old Town Hall
with yellow ochre walls
Declares aloud his history
from ageing hallowed halls
In Brighton now amidst the new
it stands aloof to change
Whilst all around the architects
make plans to rearrange
And yet its walls have stood the test
that time has often posed
So here it is with confidence
and will stay put, I suppose
A pleasing thought to keep in mind
as history remains
With old and new together
and memories retained
...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...