January, 2019 - Haiku Book

Saturday 26/01/19 Bum Hole Bump

Thirty-five days out,
Bump gives in without his wall,
And vows to return.

Stone is arrested,
Bump still denies involvement,
What a carry-on!

I have got a cold,
A cough, sneezing, sniffing cold.
A sore throat also.

So tired last night,
It is hard to work and think.
To do what i love.

I don’t write a lot.
Just a Haiku everyday.
A force against will.

I love to write songs,
Poems and maybe some books.
If time will permit.

They are all written,
It’s the time to dig them out.
One by one, a gem!

So again, it is!
The bad actions of a few,
Impact all the rest.

Take the early train,
Early Friday morning crowds,
The journey’s the same.

The morning is dark,
No sleepy sun rising yet
To pull nights sheets back.

The journey goes on
Familiar sounds around
Soon coming to stop.

Brexit Rubbish Stuff,
No deal blunders useless crew,
So when will they learn?

The damage is done,
But it is not finished yet.
I want to leave here.

I see it failing,
And part of a global scene,
A great depression.

Have you ever heard?
Of famous Haiku poets.
Not this one i bet!

Billy Holiday
I wished on the moon, so good.
I love her great voice.

I wished on a star,
To throw me a beam or two.
What is it I love?

Dyson is running
A Typical Brexiteer
None want to step up.

They appear to have,
All self serving interests,
Not the UKs good.

Train diverted
Stratford today, so take tube,
And miss my long walk.

Such a busy week
So much to do and complete,
One bite at a time.

The Brexit crisis
No no no Irish border
The stupid EU.

Noone understands
The mess this Brexit’s doing
Just crazy people.

Tiredness overwhelms,
Calls me to my bed early.
But i need to eat.