6 of 7 in the ‘Seven Haikus 22 series’ from Jemverse

Life moves ever on Moments captured and cherished Forging memories
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Photo – Jempics
12 Feb 2022 2 Comments
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Life moves ever on Moments captured and cherished Forging memories
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Photo – Jempics
21 Jan 2022 2 Comments
in Happiness, Life, painting with words, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: halcyon days, Happiness, Jemverse, life, memories, painting with words, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, wordsmith, writing poetry
Once in a while those halcyon days with an echo call out from the years and with whimsy in hand I'll visit those days of my formative smiles and my tears I'll see in mind's eye with clarity there the memories of what was once me and though I still am and proud of the fact it's nice to see my used to be
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Photo – Me & Mrs C punting at Oxford, UK – circa 1979
19 Nov 2021 Leave a comment
in history, painting with words, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Sussex, wordsmith Tags: Brighton, history, Jemverse, memories, painting with words, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, Sussex, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
In Regency Square where once stood the Pier Victorian splendour still evident here but time has moved on and the 360 high is now the feature high up in the sky Yet standing here now the future I hold is recalling the heyday ('cos yes, I'm that old) when the West Pier still stood as a visual feast besting the new one a mile to the east And none of the brash we see here today was even a thought to get in our way Slower those days I think then than now and I can't help but feel we've lost something somehow But though those days are gone mind's eyes' not prevented from memories clear and with that I'm contented For in Regency Square I still stand and can here see those halcyon days when still stood the West Pier
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Photo – Brighton’s i-360 tower from Regency Square – Jempics
18 Nov 2021 Leave a comment
in painting with words, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, treasure, wordsmith Tags: Dorset, Jemverse, memories, oet, painting with words, pebbles, poem, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, treasure, verse., wordsmith, writing poetry
On the table outside are memories we treasure rocks and pebbles from Dorset hold joy beyond measure Some fossils, all lovely some plain and some not we love every one and are pleased with the lot And they're out there for purpose to get wet in the rain for then we can see them as we found them again Fresh, wet from the sea with their lines and their form which fascinated us then and now our table adorn Our treasures from Dorset for us always to hold displayed in our garden and as precious as gold
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Photo – Jempics
24 May 2021 Leave a comment
in Life, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Sunset, treasure, wordsmith Tags: Jemverse, life, memories, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, sunset, treasure, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
This time last year the weather was mellow and in spite of restrictions a fortunate fellow was able to cycle out on the trail as sunsets of gold were made to regale And in light quickly fading a poem was written to capture the moment with which he was smitten Words duly published on Jemverse that year which now I can read to rekindle that cheer But don't get me wrong no lacklustre faced optimistic as always that time is released by new wonders daily for joy and for pleasure which with recollection I have for treasure
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Photo – Jempics
19 Feb 2021 Leave a comment
in family, healing, history, Life, Love, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: death, family, father, Happiness, Jemverse, life, memories, passing, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, remembering, rhyme, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
Look at me now Pops, I’m an older man now
I’m past sixty, the years have flown by
That slap in the face
has long turned to grace
yet still on this day I will cry
Nineteenth of February nineteen seventy-four
etched in my mind for all time
The day that you left
leaving family bereft
although all these years later we’re fine
Just four of us left now, Mum with you now
We are older and wiser and free
Yet still we recall
as the years pass and fall
with that promise that one day we’ll see
So this one’s for you Pops, this day I remember
once a year with a glass in the air
As with happiness here
with you share a beer
and the memories happily share
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In loving memory of my father – John Alan Croucher (10/5/34 to 19/2/74)
20 Oct 2020 1 Comment
in journey, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: Croatia, holiday, Jemverse, memories, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
This time last year
our bags were packed
and excitement it was growing
as we both knew
what we would do
and where we both were going
To somewhere hot
across the sea
four hours or so by plane
with nought to lose
to join a cruise
Croatia again
This time last year
the sunshine found
when autumn chill was here
First thing we did
with nothing hid
was drinking ice-cold beer
In somewhere hot
across the sea
escaping for a week
remembering
as our hearts sing
these memories to keep
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Photo – Dubrovnik old town, Croatia – Jempics
26 Jan 2020 5 Comments
in Life, poem, Poet, Poetry, wordsmith Tags: Jemverse, life, memories, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, precious, rhyme, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
I gathered all my memories
lest they faded to the past
No melancholy there
but I wanted them to last
For collectively they’ve shaped me
into what I am today
Precious to hold onto
as my tomorrow’s seize the day
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Photo – Jempics
03 Dec 2019 1 Comment
in photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Shoreham, Sussex, wordsmith Tags: childhood, Jemverse, memories, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, Shoreham, Sussex, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
Someone sent a photograph
of how it used to be
Shoreham when I was a lad
Evoked a memory
Walking home from school each day
climbing up the wall
Jumping on the old bomb there
never once to fall
The den up in the manor
on the edge of Buckingham Park
where we’d hide and read our comics
and stay ’til it got dark
The sea defences on the beach
near to the harbour’s arm
Ignored our parents’ warning
though we never came to harm
The ruined house in Kingston Lane
its air-raid shelters gave
us reason for adventures
in the dark just like a cave
So many memories I have
of times now gone before
when Shoreham was a different place
this town on Sussex shore
But something nurtured way back then
has stood the test of time
As I’m still here and call this home
This lovely town of mine
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16 Jan 2019 1 Comment
in beauty, dreams, Life, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry Tags: dreams, Jemverse, lovely, memories, nostalgia, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, sublime, verse, wordsmith, writing poetry
I went walking on a hilltop
though I wasn’t really there
And then I was beside the sea
with toes in water bare
I went climbing on a mountain
though it was I think a dream
As really I was looking back
at places I had been
Photos captured on my Mac
of memories in time
Providing for nostalgia
for moments of sublime
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Photo – Jempics