Month: August 2023

I’m feeling tired,
and drowsiness takes over,
and closing of eyes.

Time has slept away,
a minute, or more, yes more,
but i am not sure.

The sound of rain fall,
in the summer time, is best;
raining cats and dogs.

Thunder clouds above,
and the sound of it rolls out,
and grumbles in rain.

Tidying things up,
taking them out, putting them back,
that is good for now.

I’m craving a break,
something away from the norm,
and I hope it’s far.

The day rumbles on,
and meetings, fleeting meetings,
and those hurried notes.

I am trying hard,
to do all i want to do,
and do get some done.

The is falling now,
it’s sounding lovely, peaceful,
and its cool outside.

I am an eagle,
and soar in poetic flight,
hunting down my prey.

From the heights I’ll swoop,
silently but fast, I’ll grab,
the helpless last rhyme.

I am a mountain,
standing tall with rocky words,
that can tumble down.

Down the mountain side,
poems fall in broken verse,
rhymes lost in the wind.

I am a taylor,
I sow words into poems,
and some nice word webs.

I am a spider,
and my web is spread out wide,
to catch puns and rhymes.

The days discussions,
seem so pointless at sometimes,
now they’re really blunt.

Do I make it up,
of course i do, all the time,
here’s one i did now.

The troubles I’ve seen,
I will get a rocking chair,
rock away from here.

I sat on my throne,
directing some of my words,
into a pooem.