Poetry Blog by Roy Chetham
Preeti Sinha on The Lych Gate (Mon, 18 May 2015 03:24 pm)
Stand amongst mountains where the wind is in song
Close to the heavens where we all belong.
Stand amongst mountains where the air’s always fine
Close to the streams that taste like wine.
Stand amongst mountains mighty and pure
Solid and firm reaching high into azure.
Stand amongst mountains where day is first to break
Close to the bastions which day is last to f...
Thursday 2nd November 2017 11:34 am
Be sure to catch and savour
The dusk after a long fine day,
When the last glow of twilight
Seems to linger forever.
After the sun has set leaving the dim embers
Of a dying day,
When the magic of twilight
Seems to last forever.
Only a few times a year
From late May to early July,
Does the magic of twilight
Seem to go on forever.
The first bats swoo...
Saturday 27th May 2017 8:24 pm
There is a forest I do not like
You may not like it either
A forest far larger than any other.
No trick of words or meaning is employed here
It’s a real forest made of real trees
It has more trees than any other single forest.
A forest that stretches beyond every horizon
Vast is its cloak, prolific in the extreme
A forest unplanned, uncultivated, growing unchecked...
Saturday 29th April 2017 10:37 pm
The Snowflake Poem
A form of infinite beauty
A creation unlike any other,
Every crystal a masterpiece
Of design never to be repeated,
Crafted in the greatest architecture
But so transiently and fleetingly seen.
One flake of individual beauty
Made to melt and be lost forever,
Every frosted fern just gone
With no trace left behind,
One of nature’s greatest ...
Tuesday 24th November 2015 1:45 pm
The heat of a British Summer
That never is
We wait through lengthening days
Wondering what happened to Spring
As the rain and wind still blows.
The height of a British Summer
Comes and goes
The longest day passes
And St Swithin’s Reign begins
As the rain and wind still blows.
The hope of a British Summer
That never comes
Nights draw in and Autumn looms...
Tuesday 18th August 2015 8:24 pm
I passed by a lych gate today
An entrance to a calm oasis in which to stay,
Beyond in shade of ancient yews
Are stones with names no longer making news.
I passed within the lych gate’s sway
A two way portal, threshold twixt heaven and life,
Shaded by the holly bough in day
And guarded by the hawthorn bush at night.
Through the lych gate lies a garden
Monday 18th May 2015 2:31 pm
There is a love that goes unimagined
Running deep within the spirit,
One that doesn’t show every thought
Nor the fleeting gestures that it might merit.
Yet it is so true and strong unimagined
Weaving strands of diamond thread,
One that isn’t always on display
But yet is saluted in the very stars instead.
It will be there in worlds unimagined
Outshining all thin...
Saturday 21st December 2013 11:11 pm
Time, from beginning to end is long
But the time in between is short.
A day, from dawn to dusk is long
But the moments in between are precious.
A walk, from beginning to end is long
But the joy in between is forever.
The distance, to the horizon is long
But the space in between is wide.
A life, full of learning is long
But the fulfilme...
Friday 7th June 2013 4:45 pm
Love is many things,
But not an extract or a selection.
Love is complete.
Love is belief and trust,
Not demanding and expecting.
Love is total.
Love is making people happy,
Not seeking happiness.
Love is consuming.
Love is compassion and forgiveness,
Not deference, submission and duty.
Love is unconditional.
Love is benevol...
Monday 27th May 2013 4:56 pm
Holly berry and mistletoe on the vine
Prompt me to render this rhyme,
Of merry greetings that come to mind
Written out line by line.
The short cold days are the sign
That once more its Christmas time,
So get ready with a toast of ale or wine
To celebrate Old Lang Syne.
Let all that’s best and good combine
As glittering stars and fairy lights shine...
Wednesday 19th December 2012 6:46 pm
Pennines, bleak and cold,
Scarps of grit stone, grim and bold,
Harbouring bog moors, remote and forlorn,
Cauldron, where grey winds are born.
See the falling rain curtain close behind the crag,
See the steaming cloud veil cover the hills in clag,
See the drifting hail column sweep across the lake,
See the swirling snow storm of the vale forsake.
Thursday 22nd November 2012 10:17 pm
If we look down at the ground,
We can see for a distance of a metre or so.
If we look out to the horizon,
We can see for a few score miles.
But if we look upwards to the sky
We can see into infinity!!
Thursday 1st November 2012 1:50 pm
He leads where all men should fear to tread
Where only cattle and sheep have gone before,
He takes us through the deepest nettlebed
Where midges, flies and wasps do soar.
The Ribble muds and mires he knows as home
He hops and sails over every tussock,
No catching him stuck in any soft deep loam
Or sinking down right over his fetlock.
He steers us by s...
Monday 8th October 2012 6:47 pm
What is it in the potent experience?
Of that strange habit country walking,
That can inspire such great a passion
And play upon the senses with so much feeling?
Whether it be bright and clear
Or dull and cold,
Rain or shine; far or near
It seems there are myriad beauties to unfold.
For those whose heart beats in time
With Mother Earth’s heaving bo...
Sunday 7th October 2012 12:16 am
Here I am again
In an empty room
Full of people,
I have met so many nice people
But they have all been wrong,
I should give up
But I won’t.
Here I go again
Feeling lonely in a crowd
So many friends,
But no lover. There have been lovers
But not the right one,
Some say I try too hard
But I don’t.
Dare I hope again?
That some ...
Thursday 30th August 2012 11:35 pm