Month: August 2019

A pot of tea brews,
As I browse the morning news.
Easy now, easy!

Just letting it grow,
Going back,
into the flow.
Doing first things, first.

I’m writing today,
Conversations tumbling out,
And jumbling about.

Weeding the garden,
Tom Sharp stories in my head,
And making me laugh.

Took life by the throat,
Ran the red lights of my life,
But life took my hand.

I don’t know what’s what!
New twitter or old twotter,
It’s just what it is!

Meow said kitty,
Sitting, licking his right paw,
Wiping twice his ear.

Green frame and brown seat,
This bike dreams of speeding on.
Now it is chained up.

I took random pics,
And tried to find a story,
I found this bike there.

It is still left there, There by the roadside longing. Longing to be free.

I feel it tugging,
Something unseen and nagging,
Something left undone.

I love to KISS all!
That’s, ‘Keep It Simple Stupid!’
Don’t get your hopes up!

Where’s that bell tower,
Where that lonely bell’s ringing,
Where the wind’s singing.

The wind howls around, the rushing clouds hide the moon. Or try to hide it.

Waiting for the bell,
To sound in the old tower,
Then it will begin.

The bell didn’t sound, The long tired hours crept around. Until the doorbell rang.

Five things that I like,
Travel, health, friends, family,
And my alone time.

The midnight hour comes,
Still, they make preparations,
Fearing for what’s next.

This story was true. They wait long into the night, and got such a fright.

Qui’tly eight legs crept,
Across the floor to shadows.
The heel came down fast.

She’s an enigma,
She speaks in riddles and rhymes,
Moving the shadows.

The rain falls gently,
On wet empty, London streets,
So take it easy!

‘Eight legs’ was my friend,
He caught bugs, flies and thingies,
In his silky web.