Only on turning

Only in turning
can I see the behind
and the years that have now passed me by
Shielding my eyes
I look to the past
and the distance in which they now lie

It is a good view
and I like what I find
but with short swivel forward I see
As only on turning
can I see what’s ahead
and the years that lie waiting for me

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[I started the ‘Jemverse‘ blog five years ago. Since then, I’ve published 1,750 poems which have had 3,182 trackbacks and 242,599 likes. So, with a massive thank you to my 3,521 worldwide followers, here’s to the next five years and beyond!]

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The Gift

It seems with writing
I’ve the gift
to find the words
which bring a lift

In finding rhyme
for every ditty
sometimes I’m droll
sometimes I’m witty

But always to
this syntax found
I’m to the reader
duty bound

For rhyme and rhythm
are the thing
as every line
should make you sing

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Forty-one valentines

This year, this
Valentines, this day
to you, my soulmate
here I’ll say
Though forty years
and one year longer
My love for you
is ever stronger

We grow together
you and me
A partnership
eternally
So here’s to forty
more, my dear
My friend, my soulmate
Ever here.

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Wednesday time

A midweek poem
Wednesday time
So here’s some words
to form and line
No picture with
their syntax here
Just a few words
to bring some cheer
As always when
the Wednesday’s come
you know the week
is halfway done

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Keeping me whole

Listening to sounds
when it’s raining outside
I can often get carried away
Spine tingles freely
My element comes
and contentment comes for the day

Music works wonders
delivers each time
It serves to keep me quite whole
Preference neutral
whether resting inside
or out in the rain for a stroll

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

The trip

The early start
the silent hour
the wind outside a-moan
The ticking clock
the coffee hot
the time to leave from home

The coat so warm
the wind so cold
the sleep still in my eyes
The red eye train
the comfy seat
the long trip, no surprise

The journey north
the many miles
the place far up the track
The working and
the waiting for
the train to take me back

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Particularly Sunday

Don’t have a problem
with most days
They fly by when I’m busy
though sometimes
when there isn’t time
I might get in a tizzy

Friday afternoons
are good
for I stop work at midday
Five and forty
hours are
enough, it’s fair to say

Weekend days
and Saturday
remain of course the best
Particularly
Sunday when
I get a nice long rest

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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