Valentine

Beauty lies within her face
In her heart a special space
Rays of kindness in her embrace
Friendship finds a calming place.

Patience in those sparkling eyes
Deeds of thoughtfulness surprise Carried out without a fuss
Understanding silence a plus.

Ability to cope in situations
Unwind with ease those complications
How lucky was I in life to find
A perfect partner-a caring mind.

Morning

Stay in bed the raindrops said
As I woke up from a dream
Wind’s whistling-washed willows
Keep me in my bed.

Silence suddenly-serene
A canopy of blue
Spring surprises suddenly
From a window new life-green.

Raucous Rooks invade my space
On tree tops perilously perched
While traffic in the distance
Sounds somewhat out of place.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Teachers

School bell rings-for whom it tolls
Names called-ancient scrolls
Desktops etched-graffiti art
Nervous wait-beating heart.

Teachers-commanding presence
Education’s basic essence
Sit stare somber silence
Looking for some guidance.

Nearby echoes laughter-screams
Eager faces-future dreams
Uniforms spick-span
Enjoy it while you can.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Monday morning

Mention Monday morning
Mindful weather warning
Alarm bells loudly ringing
Waking from my sleep.

Winter webs on window glass
Crystals crushing frosted grass
Sweetest sound songbird sings
Snowdrops open pearl white wings.

Raucous rooks rise restlessly
Floating on the breeze
While I stretch-take a breath
Into a new day ease.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Light a candle to the past

I don’t see hatred in their eyes
Despite their desperate inward cries
For tortured family and friends
Those constant tears that never end.

Our visions now of desperation
Ghettos born of segregation
Honour in their misery
A Holocaust for all to see.

Now that many years have passed
Here am I still stood aghast
At racial hatred in our midst
Our inability to co exist.

Time has come to take a stand
Reach out with a loving hand
Open up our eyes to see
That strength is gained from unity.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Pen to paper

Have we forgotten how to write
Pen-paper out of sight
Lines once written-writing pad
In happy times-when we’re sad.

An envelope-news within
From a friend-next of kin
A lover with a scented kiss
Silent moments-reminisce.

Some cherished others thrown
Contents may be never known
But to the writer and their friend
That pen did often problems mend.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

My centre space

Amazed at how you never aged
Always welcoming-engaged
Time for problems all around
My heart is racing-hear it pound.

A beauty that will always be
A treasure I will always see
A rock I will forever climb
Natural loveliness-sublime.

You-you are my centre space
A warmth so easy to embrace
Kindness you will always find
Ideal lady-well defined.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.ie )

Time’s past

I recall when we were young
Ice cold water harshly stung
As we washed from frozen pale
Dried our hair in an easterly Gale.

Fitted out in short trousers
Braces strapped above the waist
Socks darned in multi colours
Spic-span-no time to waste.

It was time for Sunday mass
Spit-polish-inspection pass
In the churchyard gather around
It’s bells now just a distant sound.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )