Sheffield    1964 -    
hello to all, I am someone who plays with words, I write about many different subjects, I make a feeble attempt at humour every so often, simple poems easy to read... I sometimes like to raise awareness to difficult situations, you my not like some of my work but hopefully never an intention to offend... best wishes love to all ... JB
hello to all, I am someone who plays with words, I write about many different subjects, I make a feeble attempt at humour every so often, simple poems easy to read... I sometimes like to raise awareness to difficult situations, you my not like some of my work but hopefully never an intention to offend... best wishes love to all ... JB
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
15 hours ago

The Artist paints circles,
Life sometimes,
Revolves around circles,
Yet he paints circles of many colours,
Reds, yellows blues, and greens,
Many shades he paints,
It is truly a spectacle of colour,
So distinct is the scene,
Could this be circles of life?
Colourful, to say the least!

#poem   #life   #mind   #thought   #picture   #colours  

rehearsing...

in the mind
he rehearses
a sequence of blows
lefts and rights
uppercuts
the jabbing low
whilst dancing and skipping
on spry feet

insides...

butterflies start to flutter
around in his insides
yet knowing the opponent
must not see any nerves
he's got to be
cool  
and
assertive
the glove's punch
deliveries
being
a
bout
winner

dreaming...

it's fight night
at the Las Vegas
Grand Garden Arena
he'll slog it out
for the welter weight title
muscles
poised
his package
ready
to wear the crowning
belt buckle

NB: A poem written for an American poet friend,  who is a boxing enthusiast.
#fight   #boxing   #bout   #buckle   #welter  
  15h  JOHN BAVERSTOCK
Poetic T
Poetic T
1 day ago

Winters tide was regressing lingering
in moments of perpetual imbalance.
For the sight of seasons changing
was becoming benumbed in reflection.

Tears were woefully descending as
sentiment was clinging to branches.
An interval of passing was imminent
and one was fleeting in bleak breath.

As one was entombed in slumbering
hibernation, never quite departing.
Petals awoke to the kiss of a thousand
sunbeams, basking in seasons embrace.

JOHN BAVERSTOCK
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
2 days ago

Stars are people’s dreams,
That brighten the sky at night,
Catch a falling star.

JB xx

JOHN BAVERSTOCK
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
2 days ago

As I browse out the window,
Whilst sipping my drink
Watching the Big Issue seller,
I shudder to think
Wondering what his story is?
Who really cares!
Events in his past,
Just why is he there?
Big Issue!
Big Issue!
Is all that he yells,
In under an hour,
Barely one he sells.
Yet he is there in,
Sun, wind,
Rain and snow.
For hours on end,
Then off he will go.
Where is home?
Just how does he get by?
You can’t knock someone,
For having a try
The very next day,
He is there once again,
It is bitterly cold,
It’s starting to rain
A smile on his face,
He sells his first copy
Kind lady goes up,
Hands him a free cup of coffee
So grateful he is,
Clenching the cup close to his lips
Gently warming his hands,
As he slowly sips,
Every day he is there,
So many choose to ignore,
Big Issue!
Big Issue!
He hails once more.

#poem   #sad   #homeless   #plight  
  3d  JOHN BAVERSTOCK
Solaces
Solaces
3 days ago

I just want to hold on to you and feel you breathe...

Its all I need
#you   #breathe  
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
JOHN BAVERSTOCK
3 days ago

In life there are,
Stormy times,
Rain may fall,
Repeatedly on your doorstep,
Yet clouds will break,
For that sun to appear,
Healing Rainbows,
Will then form around your body,
Their radiant colours,
Will give strength and compassion,
The ingredients required,
To mend a shattered heart,
Angels will then,
Accompany you,
Throughout,
The rest of life's journey,
So you will no longer,
Feel alone again.

 
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