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

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What is poetry?

A collection of words with juxtaposition
Crafted into some lines
That speak of my life and the things that I see
To capture a few of those times

It’s the nuance they have and the mystery too
that capture imagination
And the joy of finding a stanza to fit
Within gift and my arbitration

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Inspired by the Go Dog Go cafe posting ‘What is Poetry?‘ on 3 August

Trespassers, delay and rhyme

Waiting for a railway train
to take me to my home
I’ll sit and write a poem
on the station on my own
It’s peaceful here, conducive
to find a little rhyme
and scribble down a verse or two
line by line by line

My train arrives, I find a seat
but at the station here we stay
The tannoy tells us trespassers
ahead are causing fray
They’re up there messing on the track
some way up ahead
So I’m not heading homeward now
Stuck right here instead

The conductor’s walking up and down
keeping us informed
But it looks as though we may be here
a while, we have been warned
Still, looking on the brighter side
As things could of course be worse
It means that I can finish off
this witty little verse

©Jemverse

Photo – a deserted Durrington-on-Sea station, Sussex, UK – Jempics

[PS – I did eventually get home – took over two hours though]

Writing at night

In the small hours when
silence is my company
And my pen scribbles words
as they flow fancy free
The verse and the rhyme
to the page come with ease
So this is the time that
the poet will seize

My craft in the making
no distraction to cast
The silence consuming
the prose firm and fast
These are moments to cherish
to have and to hold
The words captured here
more precious than gold

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Finding Rhyme

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Every once in every while
as I write I find a smile
It has a lot to do with style
and sometimes just a little guile
So as I write I find that I’ll
find words which rhyme which I’ll compile
All to combine to my profile

Some words are formal some freestyle
But all of which when read erstwhile
serve to please and reconcile
So please don’t think that I’m puerile
or even somewhat juvenile
But think instead that it’s worthwhile
to bring a grin and make you smile

©Jemverse

Pleasing words

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The simplicity
of pleasing words
crafted

into poetry
Ever written, never
mastered.

©Jemverse

The poet’s dog

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Curled up in a ball
and sleeping as I write
My faithful hound called ‘Obi’
is a lovely sight
He’s really happy snoozing
whilst I find words to say
But now and then looks up at me
to make sure I’m okay
So as a sort of accolade
with a cheer and little clap
I’ll write this poem for him
‘Cos he’s a lovely little chap

©Jemverse

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