The man in the mirror

The man in the mirror
looks back at me
he is a lot older now
He's seen a few things
but still his heart sings
despite the lines on his brow

Maybe he's wiser
and maybe he's not
it's something I'd not really know
But he'll never leave
his own joie de vivre
so he's happy to go with the flow

The man in the mirror
yes that is still me
though now in my seventh decade
but there's still a lot more
I know out there in store
so I'm glad that decision was made

For he knows in his heart
with conviction astute
some would say wisdom defines
that life is for living
and always for giving
especially now in these times

So the man in the mirror
with a curl of the lips
gives a wry smile to the world
and with a doff of his cap
for he is a wise chap
tips a wink to the plan now unfurled

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Beginning 10

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

As summers come and summers go
June comes around each year
and with it comes a joie de vivre
I've all my life held dear

For I am a child of summer
born for warmth and sun
when the golden one's high apex
means that June has finally come

These are the days of seldom
for they have one short fling
following the close of May
and the fading of the Spring

So I will fill them all and use
each one for Summer's hold
from the rising of a morning
to the setting of the gold

Bring those rays of warming
as I lift my head to breathe
and celebrate the month of June
raison d'être, joie de vivre

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

For the bringing of joy

A song which brings a tingle
Grayson Perry on TV
two little things in life
which bring joie de vivre to me

Something coloured yellow
Yaki Udon, ginger spice
A really lovely beer
Marmite crisps (they’re very nice)

My little dog called Obi
my wife and children too
Walking in the country
which I often like to do

The beach and sea in Sussex
I have know since just a boy
Our beach hut down at Lancing
all these things will bring me joy

And the bringing of that joy
is a part of life that I
could never really do without
and need it to get by

That joie de vivre, the spark of life
dare I say ‘raison d’être’?
A quintessential part of me
in French, the word ‘soumettre’

An expression of God’s goodness
deep rooted, simple, free
this peace of mind, this happiness
the joy that’s brought to me

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

What of me now?

So now I am sixty
what of me now?
Do I wither, slip slowly away
Do I hold up a hand
resolute to my lot
to let youth in its turn have a say?

Far from it I cry
for I have a voice
and it’s louder than ever before
I’ve put in the years
shed blood, sweat and tears
and still I am ready for more

There’s life in me yet
in abundance I’d say
I’ve a lot more to give and to do
So though I am ageing
I’ve get up and go
and the doldrums I’ll always eschew

So now I am sixty
What of me now?
I suspect it’s the best you’ll have seen
For I’ve years in the making
which is all now for taking
and to showcase all that has been

©Jemverse

Photo – me, aged 60 with an alpaca on Good Friday Hill, Hampshire, UK

With Grace

Mine’s the only beach hut open
yet the sun is shining bright
The beach is quite resplendent
but there’s no one else in sight

Just me, the sea and seagulls
down there on the shore
The gentle sound of gentle waves
How could I ask for more?

So I am truly grateful
for safe haven in this place
For with it comes a joie de vivre
given free with grace

©Jemverse

Photo – Hut 101, Lancing Beach, September 2018 – Jempics

Jemverse

And if I thought for a moment
that the words wouldn’t come
My pen laid to rest
and my writing days done
I would know then that life
had come to an end
and, bereft my abandon
like the loss of a friend

But thankfully there is
no sign of that day
As life keeps on showing
new things to relay
And my pen is as ever
as busy can be
For the words keep on flowing
and coming to me

For that is what Jemverse
my outlet’s about
Sometimes with a whisper
Sometimes with a shout
But always with gusto
and a joie de vivre
For that’s always something
we need I believe

©Jemverse

Like Wordsworth

I often think of Wordsworth
in the lakeland wandering free
When I am here in Sussex
as there is affinity
And whereas I would never
deign compare my work to his
We share a love poetic
Revealed in verse like this

It’s the joy of the surroundings
Inspiration guaranteed
and the art of finding words
to capture that at speed
For when I see a picture
just like William, here’s the thing
I’ll write a little poem
with some words to make me sing

©Jemverse

 

Joie de vivre II

Don’t let me sit inside
when there is sunshine to enjoy
Fill me with the wonder
that is out there to deploy
Give me the enthusiasm
to be out there on a whim
just lapping up the atmosphere
with an expectant grin

Don’t let me get complacent
whilst I have the breath to live
for the pleasure of the moment
is complete with joie de vivre

©Jemverse

 

A journey begun

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I try to write a poem every single day
Sparing time for words about working or just play
About eating stuff or sleeping or drinking cups of tea
Or listening to music or walking by the sea

Sometimes I can’t find a pen (at least one that I like)
which is a bit frustrating and unhelpful to my psych
For writing is a part of me and the journey I’ve begun
So I need to get some verses out before a day is done

I’ve said before that this can be about ‘most anything
For I have the knack it seems to make words come alive and sing
So even if the subject is one verging on the boring
The way I’ll craft the words will keep the reader there from snoring

So I’ll just keep on writing and publishing each day
And I know that folk will join me for the journey on the way
They’ll share a little, read some words, enjoy a verse or two
And mention this is passing which will bring it back to you

So the circle replicates itself on the journey we’ve begun
One that tells of life in words, of ‘joie de vivre’ and fun
Wordsmithery in crafted words from me ‘most every day
Partnered by the readers who’ve joined me on the way

©Jemverse

Joie de vivre

Lethargy keeps on creeping in
I think it is the time of year
As we’ve had too much of winter
and although the spring is near
The cold won’t seem to leave us
and though we do have days of sun
they’re not at present warm enough
to give a sense of fun

We’ve had the trudge of winter now
for months and months it seems
But it’s getting really boring
so we need that stuff of dreams
Bring back to us that spring of step
that joie de vivre and zest
and the long warm days of sunshine
which will find us at our best

©Jemverse

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