Poetic License

And here I am again
with a pint at Ye Olde Trippe
Waxing lyrical I write
as rain goes ‘drip, drip, drip’
Poetic license there you say
well yes, I quite agree
but as it rhymes I added it
with (I’ll admit) a ‘tee tee hee’

And who’s to say that poets
in this Inn across the years
have not o’er wine and victuals
and merriment and beers
not added similar to their verse
when writing here a ditty
that brings a smile to readers
who find it rather witty?

©Jemverse

Photo – a pint in ‘The secret garden’ of Ye Olde Trippe to Jerusalem Inn, Nottingham, UK – Jempics [Ye Olde Trippe has been an Inn since 1189 and is famous for being built into the caves below Nottingham castle].

Constant rhythm shared

Prevailing sou’ westerly blows
across this grey-green sea
but the sunshine warm, encourages
so I’m content to be
Staying here throughout the day
to watch the sea out there
as white-capped waves comes into shore
with constant rhythm shared

©Jemverse

 

Long Mile Walking

Long Mile walking
Darkening sky
Sun a warm glow in the west
Toe in the water
Cool lapping sea
Smiling at nature’s behest

Smooth sand rippled
from undertow’s pull
revealing a rich treasure trove
I pick up a pebble
washed by the sea
as along the Long Mile here I rove

Driftwood abandoned
cleaned by the sea
Caressed by its loving hand
I’ll take and will treasure
as a gift from Long Mile
here on the fine Sussex land

©Jemverse

[Inspired by ‘The Long Mile‘, posted on Jemverse on 18 August 2014]

Past & Present

Small boy on the beach
throws pebbles in the air
Can you see the circles spreading
Have they caught you unaware?

Small boy on the beach
chases waves that turn and fall
Can you hear the distant murmer
of that far off echoed call?

Small boy on the beach
walks tightrope on the groyne
Here is my mind’s eye picture
as past with present joins

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[Jemverse previously published this as ‘Small boy on the beach’ in July 2014]

A walk at turning tide

Smooth the sand
‘neath rain streaked sky
Seagulls on the wing
Soft whispered
from the distant sea
the wind begins to sing

Turn the tide
the ebb once more
back across the beach
Meet again the
shingle always
well within sea reach

Whitecaps now
on falling waves
salt upon the air
Distant sunshine
ends the day with
night time waiting there

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Sheffield Park II

We wandered fields at Sheffield Park
Wolfgang, Sal and I
Finding paths where no-one trod
beneath a cloudy sky

No sign of rain and very warm
Muggy, I would say
But it seemed to have the best effect
as crowds had stayed away

So mostly all the open fields
we had just for us three
Along with cows and several sheep
up there roaming free

©Jemverse

Photo – Sheffield Park, Sussex – Jempics

For a smile

There are times such as these
when alone with my pen
and lavender scent in the air
I will, pensive of mind
sit here and unwind
and think of some verses to share

Life has that for me
Moments captured in time
which I can hold as a thought for a while
Yet as is my way
and my forte each day
I will write each one down for a smile

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Jemverse II

So I’ve been writing for a while
a poem every day
Been doing this for fifty years
so I’ve along the way
picked up (I’d say) a trick or two
over all that time
of how to craft words into verse
which flow and nicely rhyme

I’ve had a lot of practice
and that makes perfect as you know
But there again my writing
still has a ways to go
‘Cos I’m always getting better
as there’s a lot to learn
of how to craft life into words
for others to discern

So I’ll just keep on writing
as life has lots to say
with Jemverse as my outlet
for new poems by the day

©Jemverse

Back to the sun (1, 2, 3, 4)

One line here to capture the sun
Two lines now the day is all done
Three lines reflecting all of the fun
Four lines to bring us all back to the one

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The Poet’s Pen

Never still the poet’s pen
always a verse to find
be it one that comes from life
or like this one, from the mind

Never still the poet’s pen
creativity abounds
cathartic is the rhythm
those pen to paper sounds

Never still the poet’s pen
for there’s so much to say
captured in a few short lines
and posted by the day

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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