tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60872787079149332212024-03-13T09:23:40.107-07:00Poetry4UPoetry is a wonderful form of expressing one's feelings or emotions over a vast range of topics or issues. I have made a start by publishing poems on this Blog, I have written over the last six years but I am also keen to write some new material too, so watch this space.Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-75955898219296254882013-12-15T11:11:00.000-08:002013-12-15T11:11:18.295-08:00PeaceAt Christmas time we look to see, for the brightest star to bring us peace;<br />
<br />
and lets all hope we can play our part, and thank the Lord the way we are;<br />
<br />
because despair and hope are not that far, and each one of us, can play our part;<br />
<br />
so lets rejoice and sing his praise, so that peace can return for more than just one day.Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-13539019872279687582012-04-19T07:35:00.000-07:002012-04-19T07:35:42.476-07:00BroadstairsBroadstairs is a much loved historical seaside town<br />
where Charles Dickens once lived to write 'Bleak House'Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-89299924226379279912011-09-08T13:40:00.000-07:002011-09-08T13:40:49.649-07:00Shopping BagsShopping bags are people's design<br />
shows you where they shopped<br />
and clues as to what's inside?<br />
<br />
It could be clothes or household goods<br />
or maybe gold jewellery, CD's or books.<br />
<br />
They carry the bags, with their heads held high<br />
for they have bought something chic or just nice.<br />
<br />
The poor shopping bag has a journey to make<br />
before it is discharged and then re-cycled again.Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-8507616913853067002011-08-25T13:39:00.000-07:002011-08-25T13:39:17.315-07:00Going Home on the Kent LineRinging tones <br />
and endless chatting<br />
evening dear <br />
I have arrived in Chatham<br />
<br />
Will be late to Rainham too<br />
I believe leaves on the track<br />
is tonight's given excuse<br />
<br />
Mind the gap said carriage of eight<br />
we have arrived in Faversham<br />
to change this train<br />
<br />
Hold on tight not far to go<br />
pass Reculvar<br />
Birchington is home<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-88134340321885831202011-08-25T00:40:00.000-07:002011-08-25T00:40:13.122-07:00George Henry Walter BinksWe say goodbye to George Henry Walter Binks,<br />
who has sadly passed away, just when spring begins.<br />
<br />
He was loved by all for his charm and wit,<br />
and for stories he told with an added twist.<br />
<br />
Right to the end he held his head high,<br />
while fighting the pain that was hurting him inside.<br />
<br />
So George Henry Walter Binks may you now rest in peace,<br />
for we shall praise your love and courage which is now your<br />
legacy.<br />
<br />
Amen.<br />
<br />
(my father-in-law had a stroke in February 2005 and sadly passed away that year. I wrote this poem specially for him and read it out at his funeral service)Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-27647919465958915392011-08-19T07:13:00.000-07:002011-08-19T07:13:55.820-07:00The Tears of LostWhy do tears fill your eyes?<br />
your mind is lost<br />
your thoughts are dry<br />
<br />
Your body shakes<br />
your speak is weak<br />
the heart beats faster<br />
you cry in your sleep<br />
<br />
The love you felt<br />
has gone away <br />
but you are strong <br />
to live the day<br />
<br />
The tears of lost<br />
are being replaced<br />
but the joy of love<br />
you found today<br />
Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-63674077013200248892011-08-19T06:50:00.000-07:002011-08-25T00:47:20.184-07:00RedundancyNothing prepares you for the day<br />
when you are called down <br />
to hear your fate<br />
<br />
A letter awaits <br />
the managers are frown<br />
bad news to give you<br />
HR are around<br />
<br />
Your time is up <br />
after so many years<br />
no time for sentiments<br />
or even a few tears<br />
<br />
You are out of the building <br />
before you can breath<br />
farewell to the city <br />
what awaits me?<br />
<br />
(I wrote this poem soon after I was made redundant in 2005, having worked in the City of London)Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-17589212831248663472011-08-19T06:40:00.000-07:002011-08-19T06:40:18.803-07:00Climate ChangeWhen I look back from outer space<br />
the earth looks clean<br />
and a peaceful place<br />
<br />
I see the seas and mountains range<br />
and areas of green <br />
and cities set in grey<br />
or is that the carbon haze?<br />
<br />
But down on earth<br />
things have changed<br />
we talk about sustainability<br />
and still mention the nuclear age<br />
<br />
So will our carbon footprint<br />
reduce in size?<br />
or are we in for another frozen time?<br />
Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-21428723726071284002011-08-19T06:17:00.000-07:002011-08-19T06:17:06.997-07:00The Coffee HouseForthy milk and coffee beans<br />
jazzy music and nice soft seats<br />
chatty people and media reads<br />
muffins and shortbread<br />
plus cold ice cream<br />
<br />
Welcome to the coffee house<br />
springing up in each town<br />
you will hardly see a tea shop<br />
competing with that coffee aroma smell<br />
<br />
The march of the coffee house <br />
is all around to see<br />
long live the coffee bean<br />
where is that poor tea leaf?<br />
<br />
(This poem was sent in April 2005 to Starbucks Marketing Department)Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087278707914933221.post-38584662745025257572011-08-19T04:18:00.000-07:002011-08-19T04:18:19.108-07:00ReculvarIt stands there alone,<br />
two towers a loft,<br />
a beacon for sailors,<br />
and a nice picnic spot.<br />
<br />
(printed in the Birchington Forum on 08.11.2005)Michael Jarvis CVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04434422800764678788noreply@blogger.com0