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
Seven years of Star Wars days
we've had this little chap
the dog of many, many names
so let's give him a clap
Obi Wan Kinobi is
his proper name of course
hence 'May the fourth be with you'
as he is strong with 'the force'
But he has many others
to numerous to repeat
as he is a very special friend
who makes our lives complete
Calling out to me, the voice of the sea
my friend through all of these years
A solace and comfort, understanding and wise
conquering all of my fears
Its presence a constant, knowing no bounds
with movement incessant and free
A lifetime to master the language it speaks
to understand all that’s to see
At its calling and bidding always I’ll come
for why would I ignore a friend?
To breathe in its presence, feel its embrace
Something that never will end
I went all the way to Liverpool
and sat in Derby Square
Victoria looked down on me
as I was sitting there
On my iPod rather fittingly
the Beatles played a song
about a girl called Eleanor
to which I hummed along
Appropriate to hear that
near to where the song was penned
fifty something years ago
familiar like a friend
I have a pocket full of pebbles
But some are no longer there
Weighty, they burn a hole and yet
Their tactile pleasure keeps them there. For a while.
My pebbles are selected well
I will see them and feel them and then
When I am sure that one is right
I will add it to the others where it becomes a friend.
My pebbles do not stay for good
Sometimes I discard them. They serve a purpose
For a time they are there within easy reach
And then they are gone, washed away with another tide
And in the clouds I saw yellow
knew it was the sun
and from the warmth that I felt
knew that summer had come
And from the scent in the air
of freshly mown grass
knew my friend had returned
to stay at long last
...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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