Ernestine Northover

Ernestine Northover Poems

Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
...

With this heart I'll meet you,
With this heart I'll greet you,
Anywhere you choose.
...

Speak not, to me, of mundane things,
The daily chores, which dull the mind,
But converse with a gentle voice that sings,
As if all the golden thoughts you find,
...

How advanced they are, these children of the future,
Like small adults, within their tiny frames,
They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture,
Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
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A distant view
Can beckon you
To dream of unknown destinations
Where life has no more regulations
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Kiss me and make it seem better,
Kiss me and quiet my heart,
I never once asked for a letter,
Stating you wanted to part.
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I wake up in the morning and pull back the curtains, wide,
And look out through the window to view the world outside,
To see if the sky is blue or grey, sunny or with rain,
And see if the postman's on his way with letters that contain,
...

I had a thought, that if I got to Heaven
And knocked on the 'pearly gates' at seven,
St Peter would say ' Hold it there'
We haven't got a place to spare,
...

There he is, crossing the road,
very slowly, walking away from me.

I recognise his back, the way he walks,
...

He was a perfect gent,
Who having thus been lent,
This, Oh such precious key,
With which to view a property,
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Can you not see the sorrow, in someone's tearful eyes,
Or see the dread, in someone's weary frown.
Can you not see the fear, when someone's telling lies,
Or feel the sadness, in the laughter of a clown.
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Thick the mist at early morning's dawn,
Cold the chill that enters by the door,
White the frost, that lies, across the lawn,
Each one piercing, striking to the core
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The wind whistles eerily, as the storm approaches,
it gradually encroaches, taking over
like some unscrupulous military machine,
giving way to no one,
...

Sitting in front of the fire, Auntie Flo's reciting a story,
it's one about her first Christmas as a newly wed,
the same one she broadcasts every year,
but no one is listening.
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My universe, that's what you are,
My morning sun and my evening star,
The reason for every step I take,
And help with every move I make,
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With branches coated topside white with snow.
And blue the shadows stretched along the ground.
Trees adding sharpness, a wintry view on show,
With dazzling, flickering sunshine, such can astound
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A golden sphere is lifting up so slowly in the east,
The eye is looking towards it, and seeing such a feast,
Blazing with bands of colour, and giving a wondrous heat,
A view that to each observer, is something so complete.
...

After years of caring;

Comes the day, when the children depart,
for pastures new, for them a new start,
...

19.

I wish the sun would shine all day,
So I could just relax away,
And on to a recliner climb,
Compose a rhyme
...

I was happy this morning, as I woke up in bed,
Then realized it was Monday and I faced the day with dread,
For somehow, whatever comes my way, my temper is displayed,
Just mentioning 'it's Monday', my nerves, they become frayed.
...

Ernestine Northover Biography

In my working life I was a Floral Artist, creating floral arrangements for births, weddings and funerals. A demanding but very satisfying career. I have had two commissions to create floral bouquets for Queen Elizabeth II, which was a great honour. I have two children a boy and a girl, and two grandchildren, a girl and a boy -13 yrs and 11 yrs. I paint in oils, watercolours and pastels and also sketching/drawing. Have studied the Japanese language, created tapestries. I love books mostly historical - fact or fiction. Music, (Classical, Traditional Jazz, Musicals and anything relaxing. I love photography, as my daughter is a portrait photographer, and she has sparked my interest. I love communicating with people and tend to see the funny side of life, as you may see by my poems. It is a wonderful way of expelling stress, releasing emotions from loss and sadness, and also sharing happiness. A great way to express oneself and see nature and life in all its beauty. I don't class myself as an expert with poetry, I just enjoy creating it, and hope people will like and take pleasure in reading what I have written.)

The Best Poem Of Ernestine Northover

Hold You In My Smile

Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
I wish to cradle this feeling,
that has only just been found,
A feeling that has unexpectedly
turned my world around.
Do not depart, Oh please remain
within my heart awhile,
So that I can savour you once more,
and hold you in my smile.

Ernestine Northover Comments

Andrew Blakemore 02 September 2008

I was introduced to the poems of Ernestine by Duncan Wyllie who told me that she was a very fine poet who wrote in a similar style to myself. I cannot thank him enough for that message. As I read through her work I was amazed by their quality. It is said that all great poets possess a very beautiful mind and Ernestine certainly falls into that category. Best wishes, Andrew x

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Tirtho Banerjee 01 April 2016

congrats, Ernestine. It's a masterpiece

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Scarlett Treat 06 November 2006

The clear, perfect beauty of nature, whether in calm or storm, at sea or on land - that is what Ernestine is all about! Her love for this earth and all its joys and beauties and sorrows are here....and it is a real treat to read her work. Sit back with a cup of tea or coffee, and enjoy!

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Dr. Gerry Leonard 28 December 2013

Concerning the poem about the empty box: I was captivated by its meaning. I am writting a book entitled, Looking Into the Windows of the Soul - Kitty's words are so meaningful in that it is Psychology in a Box. Through the eyes of one who beholds what is real and holds what will last; carries the thought that any imagination that is fulfilled with love beyond measure will always adventure to worlds where wounds of turmoil will always heal. Kitty has a marvelous heart that keeps her mind anchored to her soul. I trust that she will continue to write as her compassion reaches out to the mind, heart and soul of others. I would also like to use her poem in my book. The empty box nails the thought of what I am writing about in the fifth chapter.

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Gayatri Phukan 06 August 2020

Nice word.beautiful poem.thank you poet

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mckenzie holmes.d 23 September 2019

the person that made the poem is the best

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A B Faniki 18 September 2019

A thoughtful piece. Thanks for sharing such vivid images

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Gertrude Osei Tutu 19 February 2019

Ernestine Northover, I love you! I can totally relate every work of yours. It's like you're me, but born earlier

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Ernestine Northover 29 December 2018

Anne, Amy is all grown up now with children of her own and I don't think she writes poetry at the moment but she may go back to it as she gets older. I know she enjoyed composing the ones I put on my Poemhunter site for her. She was so proud of them. I'm so pleased that your pupils enjoyed them.. A very Happy New Year and may poetry find a place in your pupils hearts. Thank you for comments I will pass them onto her when I next meet her.. Regards Ernestine Northover..

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