The rain in the pond,
Falls in many small circles,
Rhytmic splatter sounds.
Sun on the water,
Its bright glare, I close my eyes.
I feel the lights warmth.
The sky is so blue,
Just cloudless in its blueness,
The sun rides it hard.
Month: March 2019
Tuesday 05/03/19 Brexit Blaah!
Greasy Gray will pay,
Starting with 2 billion,
Bribing poor places.
From bad to the worst,
This Brexit mis-planning stinks,
The impacts pile up.
And what of Labour?
Anti-Semitic at heart.
Ineffective group.
Monday 04/03/19
It is just for fun
One a day Haiku, that’s it!
My daily challenge.
Three things I must do,
Read three chapters, write my book,
And upload my blog.
Monday 04/03/19
There’s much to be done,
And that’s all within its time.
The door closes shut!
Man with a guitar,
Tidy dressed in black and cap.
Whose this character?
Bank balance demands,
That I work to top it up.
It takes interest.
Look out at the light,
Of the moon on a clear night,
Posing unblinking.
Sunday 03-03-19 Football
The football today,
Liverpool v Everton
No score what a shame.
And Man United
Continue their winning streak,
Third place is not bad.
03-03-19 Tired
The spinning penny,
Spins and then falters, falling,
Just one side is up.
Do you feel lucky,
Do you like a game of chance,
Do you want to try?
Tiredness catches up,
And silently sends out sleep,
That caught me just now………………
Sunday 03-03-19 Poem Thoughts
The things on my mind,
Get rich, write a book, and more,
I have got to try.
For now, I’m writing,
A Haiku poem blog site,
A fly flying past.
The ripples flow out,
In ever growing circles,
And reach for the edge.
Sunday 03-03-19
‘Is Failing’ stays low,
Will he resign? Yes, it’s time!
Goodbye Chris Grayling.
End Brexit Bunglings
Stop the mess, the waste, the lies,
Let’s work together.
Archaic farming!
The US push GM beef,
In Brexit fall out.
Changes are coming,
Not all good, that is for sure.
Like, eat their chickens.
Can we stop it now,
Avoid US rotten cow!
May’s Brexit Burgers.
Saturday 02-03-19
Grey clouds fill the skies,
Wind charged and heavy with rain,
Each drop picks its spot.
Greasy Grey’s delay,
Brexit madness lingers on,
Now spin again Ma’am!
The kettle’s boiling,
The tea bag fears the scolding,
Blackness fills the space.
Saturday 02/03/19 Saturday Morning Thoughts
“Wade in the water”,
Eva Cassidy sang it,
Such a good version.
Lost my phone charger,
On laptop now, so clunky,
But it does the job!
My tea’s always black,
A little sugar maybe,
Taste those great flavours.
Neat Haiku patterns,
These need to be messed up more,
Some long and short lines.
It’s for the challenge,
To be doing it daily,
The pages pile up.