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Category: Poems of Places

Jimaal.

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On March 14, 2025

In Memories, Photos, Places To Visit, Poems of Places, Poetry

Jimaal.

The leaden sky hung above this tiny Karawan,

wherefore do they travel?

dreams are packed within these

woven camel-coverings, as

their plodding graceful sway

on this warm sultry morning

goes steadily along…

 

as sure footed these unique beasts

make their way across the desert,

joy always goes with them, love and faith joins their dusty journey,

for without these much loved beasts of burden there would be no desert, no

pungent aroma of aspirations, desires, amid milk and life, no toil and no dreams…

SusieHemingway 2025

Photo courtesy of Fadi Lydon.

Going Down

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On May 2, 2024

In Health Issues, In Death, Memories, Poems of Places, Travel

Going Down…

How fast life changed
I torpedoed to the bottom
I crashed and fell…
Legs forgot how to work
as furnace burnt into my chest
and a sea of dampness turned
my head into a torrent of water.

I shivered and shook, the severity of rigours
that could not be controlled.
I couldn’t remember my name but
two people could, they gathered me,
pulled me back, fought for me, I could hear them…
Strong words spoke for me, kind hands helped in every way.
I closed my eyes and drifted to that easier place…

Blue lights and strong hands, noise and speed,
“is the speed scary Mam” the ambulance medic asked,
I do remember saying I though it all rather exciting,
as needles went into my hands, and oxygen
covered my strangely blue lips.
Very bright overhead lights and reassuring voices
as I was whisked along at speed.
It didn’t look like any hospital I had visited before!

Hard gurney turned to soft bed,
hands and arms became medi-ports
as a team of nurses arrived and took over my body.
A respiratory specialist appeared
with a calm and smiling face and tons of knowledge.
Oxygen stayed put.
Bloods taken showed massive infection.

Thank you for getting me here so quickly.
Thank you for such great life saving attention,
I wanted to sleep but your loving faces pulled me back,
thank you both for sleeping over
when the storm appeared,
I was scared but you willed me to stay.

I am still here…
I am so grateful and humbled
I am still here…

April 2024. Dubai.

This Magic Isle-Crete Reunion.2019

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On June 30, 2019

In Memories, Photos, Places To Visit, Poems of Places, Poetry, Reunion, Reunion-Poems, Travel

This Magic Isle – Crete Reunion 2019.

This magic Isle of new memories that nurtured
the souls of those that loved…
the hot golden days of our desert time,
where friends were made to last and stay
in OUR Oasis town of palms and sand.

For some, more than half a life ago
remember a different time, of roaming camels
soaring temperatures, dusty lives where
bonds were made to last and stay..
See you again one day we said.

So for us the stalwarts of this time,
staunch, committed, fun and steadfast
we meet again, still vigorous and redoubtable,
to reminisce of years gone by.
Unhesitatingly enjoying all of our memories…

We shared again on this lovely Island of Crete
We shared again…

Susie Hemingway Moursi – 4th Reunion Crete 2019.

“Manchester”

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On May 23, 2017

In Current Affairs, In Death, Music, Poems of Places

A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness… It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer.

Manchester – 22 May 2017

Dark these recent stormy skies
battleship grey, gloom filled evening
entangled with tears…
Blood spills in joyous places from
young music revellers,
it flows warmly away
on their recent faces of smiles…

It is not the teaching of Islam
for there is no religion
that would condone this act
your souls are damaged
by promises of a utopian heaven
for this is NOT the teaching of Islam…

Your minds are radicalised,
soaked from poison dripped evil,
do you not understand what is happening?
Listen and STOP!

This corruption of your spoilt minds,
brain-washed by evil despots
who are themselves the infidels…

This is NOT religion, it is NOT the teachings of Islam.

Those Desert Days – Reunion Al Ain – April 2017

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On May 12, 2017

In Memories, Places To Visit, Poems of Places, Travel, Uncategorized

Desert Days.

To walk on desert sands, to feel the warmth of the rust coloured grains between your toes,
the magic of this gentle land will steal your heart to return once more…

this land will embrace you, it will fill your eyes with wondrous visions, this torpid heat, indolent, inert and lazy will slow your pace

the vivid clarity of light, the cobalt sky will relentlessly cover you, it will embrace you, it will open tired eyes to see much further than the desert sands…

the silence of the desert will calm you, it will intrigue and bring serenity but it could also fatally teach you respect!

surreal the colours of sunset, vibrant, bathed in reds, enhancing the beauty
as does the ‘call to prayer’ like a knell at parting day…

this diorama just a spectacular painting, where artist’s brush chooses to change hourly, as the desert changes its colours as if a chameleon

this rhythm and flow…this energy of life proves as natural as breathing,
the colours mock and tease us, pumpkin, magenta, vermillion, amber, all colours of the palette are here,

it is haunting, a delightful sanctuary, a restful utterance of joy which speaks to me,

it is meditative, it is a powerful authority, so often the face of courage,

it is the desert, for It is the desert…

The Box Of Secrets – Poems of Love.

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On November 24, 2016

In Books, Health Issues, In Death, Love poems, Memories, Multiple myeloma, Photos, Poems of Places, Poetry, The Box of Secrets

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“The Box Of Secrets” Poems and Photos available in soft-back and hardback styles, all to be found on www.blurb.co.uk. Under poetry. Or http://www.blurb.com/b/7455812-the-box-of-secrets  This book is sold via Blurb and not from this page.

The Box Of Secrets.

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On November 21, 2016

In Books, In Death, Love poems, Poems of Places, Poetry, The Box of Secrets

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The Box Of Secrets

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On November 20, 2016

In Books, Health Issues, In Death, Lincolnshire, Love poems, Memories, Multiple myeloma, Photos, Poems of Places, Poetry, The Box of Secrets

Introducing my new glossy coffee-table book full of ”Poems of Love” and gorgeous photos. You can find it over at www.blurb.com in the bookshop under poetry. In larger print for ‘tired’ eyes.img_3177

Tuk Tuk

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On August 18, 2016

In Memories, Poems of Places, Travel

Tuk Tuk

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Blues skies into long sultry nights
draws us back once more
music plays “this guys in love with you”,
cascades the water and pours its charms
through and down under tiny coin filled bridge.

Tan men, beautiful ladies, the smell of sun,
cologne and the odd cigar
mixes and blends with Asian ‘fusion’ delights,
the aromas reaching our noses before we
step over the glinting water…

We settled on smart sofa’s as the handsome
‘chef de rang’ brought cocktails to delight,
refreshing Long Island tea, vivid pink Daiquiris,
the green mint from the sweet Mojito’s shining
in catching candle light, the clinking ice…

It was a delight, it made another memory,
It served us well,
And when I can no longer travel
It will remain, Tuk Tuk and those
warm balmy nights.

It made another memory…

 

 

Dedicated to my son Jo.

Copyright@susiehemingway2016

The World is Crying.

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On July 16, 2016

In In Death, Memories, Poems of Places, Poetry

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The World is Crying.

Sadness fills our streets our beautiful places
it invades our innermost thoughts
it soaks through our clothes
it permeates our skin
it floods our eyes with salty tears

the warm balmy air carried that special aroma
of sun-kissed bodies and laughter
of garlicky rich delicious food
from smart hotels and cafes along
the Promenade des Anglais

such evilness invaded
marred and tried to spoil
occupying and seizing us
when lost so many souls
too much sadness in that evening air

memories now spoilt
imbued with different visions
they must be redeemed
yes they must be redeemed
or ‘you’ have won with your evilness

the world is crying…

Sweet Scent Of Summer – The Cotswold’s.

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On June 2, 2016

In Gardens and Gardening, Memories, Places To Visit, Poems of Places, Poetry, Travel

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Hedgerows sweet and heavily pungent,
drooping their white may-flower blossoms
falling like drifting snow, as on the gentle breeze
scented air, carries to eager senses.

Minute petals form the flowers of
Gods perfect creations.
Such are the delights of
these sweet scents of Summer.

Light tawny bricked cottages,
row on cobbled row,
the dark gothic mullioned windows,
their secret beauties contained within.

As hanging adorned, heavily
decked the lavender blues
of stringy wisteria, its dripping faded beauty
a Summer feast for weary eyes.

Curling petals, shedding blooms surround
old doors, sills, abundant heavy and wayward
‘Shakespeare’ roses weighty in beauty, itself
the sweetest scent of summer…
Awaits you here…

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Susie Hemingway @copyright 2016

 

The Poet by Susie Hemingway.

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On March 26, 2016

In Poems of Places, Poetry, Travel, Uncategorized

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As tumbled snow does softly lay
where safe in warm this cosy realm
a tableau forms of quiet moments
this rhymester peers at hamlet small,
still, as the day does dawn this sonneteer
sees trees of silvery sparkles
light the view with crystal shards,
the easy set of spire shows
a clustered centre of gentle ‘bards’.

As scene unfolds another day
in pictured calmness.

The verse makes eyes
that steal the view…

The Yorkshire Moors – at Darnholme

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On September 29, 2014

In Memories, Places To Visit, Poems of Places, Travel

High way above all mortal things
I touch the white scudding vaporous clouds of heaven,
In views that capture gold’s and ambers, burnt and used
in shades of burnished Autumn.
I breathed the air of peaty leaves dry and trodden,
across damp moss and rustic trampled ferns beneath my feet a story tells…
 
High in England’s lush green land,
the last of wayward Summer reaches my nose,
crunchy cinders beneath my feet call this beauty to me.
The bending track lays silently beneath the ancient stones of tiny handmade bridges,
as round the bend comes chugging “Nunney Castle” it’s white plumage of steam and tooting calls.
Faces press closely the panes of vision, recalling the many journeys made across these pastures, vales and leas of changing hues.
 
This beloved land softly speaks to me, this right, this heritage, this beauty.
This much loved England…
 
 
Photo: Courtesy and Copyrighted with thanks  to Peter Foster.

“Watchful Eyes – St Margarets Hemingby”

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On August 15, 2013

In Poems of Places, Uncategorized

Grey and ancient I think we’d say
but standing proudly every day,
your bricks are crumbly your fabric grim
the hanging lamps are often dim
but you have the smell that brings much peace
of wooden pews a polished feat
humbly knelt by those that seek…
 
Our old clock that ticks and loudly tocks
though silent prayers it grunts and knocks,
watchful eyes that see it all, as shafting
sunlight bless shadowed walls.
Thin ancient mauve lit-leaded panes
breathe smoky rays of God’s dawning names
on brass plaques that honour those that fell
in 1914-18 – this war of hell!
 
But now,
still and quiet on Sunday faces, those that dream
of Heaven’s places-yet unseen…
The heart that beats in this ancient place of sometimes
sorrow or better still of wedding grace.
Of joy and love.
 
Your watchful eyes with secrets safe of bonny babes
in christening robes and pretty bones that kneel in rows
for those who ardently pray within these walls.
And love, yes love!
For is it not love that will echo through eternity?
For those we pray, those in mind most every day.
 
The sadness seen, the secrets kept
as those we love, join sleeping rest.
Within these walls St Margaret’s sees it all
with watchful eyes…
 
 

~Competition piece to raise funds for St Margaret’s~

 

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