Friday the third

No other reason
than Friday the third
for writing this verse
which might seem absurd
but then inspiration
will seldom conform
and will on occasion
stray from the norm
And this is the latter
with lines droll and witty
for Friday the third
and this little ditty

©Jemverse

Inspiration III

For inspiration of a morning
looking out into the world
seen from my study window
before a new day is unfurled
there's mystery here as always
for I will never know
what will transpire from that point on
and what the day will show
but that won't stop me looking
at the start of each new day
for inspiration to the poet
and the words he has to say

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

In my room

In my room of a morning
when all around's still
and the world's waking up
and the birdsong is shrill
I can find inspiration
in the solitude here
to write words of wisdom
erudite and clear
and craft them to lines
to retain for a while
and maybe to publish
with the curl of a smile

For my room has that presence
for comfort of mind
a place I relax in
and often unwind
somewhere to play games
and to listen to sounds
from my music quite loudly
when no-one's around
And somewhere to write
crafting words as they come
til the syntax is ready
and the poem is done

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

New book, nice pen

I have a new book
to write poems in
It'll last me three months or so
as I scribble away
writing words by the day
to capture what life has to show

And I have a nice pen
which does well for me
so I ensure I have refills to spare
as although contribution
it's no substitution
to write with a pen with no care

For it's all about flow
and a passion for life
and the things that I see around me
so with each iteration
from that inspiration
my words when they're crafted set free

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

With inspiration III

I write because it’s part of me
because I want you all to see
and share this love and synergy
with inspiration here

I write because life simply is
and always has something to give
as all of us choose here to live
with inspiration here

I write because I know I should
as you would also if you could
to share that which is understood
with inspiration here

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

With inspiration II

We poets we are never short
of things to write about
for life is always talking
by a whisper or a shout

It always has a thing to say
if one has ears to listen
and capture something magical
to brighten and to glisten

We poets have this task you see
to bring that joy to you
as capturing a slice of life
is something that we do

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

With inspiration I

Poems daily, inspiration
there is always something there
the trick is spotting where it is
being constantly aware

And some days I will miss it
even though it’s in plain sight
the gift there to all poets
as they daily come to write

But mostly as you’ll see today
by some kind invitation
from a little slice of life
I’ve found my inspiration

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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.

©Jemverse

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

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

After the storm

After the storm
on the beach the tideline
has made its mark on the stones
with seaweed lines
drawn free and wild
a calming now atones

For all last night
its temper raged
a tantrum fierce and wild
yet now it smiles
calm and serene
the sea and weather mild

After the storm
I capture this
for inspiration here
as it provides
a sustenance
which I have long held dear

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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