It is 9,9,9!
Almost,
That’s in todays date.
Enjoy it to the nines.
Do I write rubbish?
I am trying
And some is.
Some getting better.
As complex as simple is.
It is 9,9,9!
Almost,
That’s in todays date.
Enjoy it to the nines.
Do I write rubbish?
I am trying
And some is.
Some getting better.
Sunny Sunday morn,
A cup of tea and me time.
Things stirring upstars.
Sunday’s almost done,
Will this week be good,
Or fun?
I really hope so.
I am catching up,
I’m challenged at the moment,
With so many things.
That is life, I guess,
And it has its ups and downs.
What’s best, up or down?
What’s your big challenge?
Mine’s the time to write my book,
And pay all my bills.
Borish Bon Bon found,
Dead in a ditch,
A Brexit,
Didn’t see it come.
The rain,
In drops fell,
And in the pond,
Made ripples,
Reaching the edges.
This is a revamp,
It is good to re-visit.
Update and amend.
I found it hidden,
Buried deep,
not deep enough,
But the lock is big!
One word at a time,
Let it flow before you know,
You’re finishing up.
Trying to find time,
To write my book,
Complete it!
A work of fiction.
Here’s the evening sky,
Marbled blue and pink, I think.
It just appeared there.
Writing a book’s hard,
A lot of grind, and focus,
One page at a time.
The train heading out,
Trundles through burbs but who cares?
It is just that train.
Oops, left my notebook,
On my work desk,
what’s it say?
Depends who reads it!
Chocolate retreat,
Pretzels with nice salty tang
I rustle the bag.
Do good and do right.
And You’ll find,
more is wanted.
That is the challenge!
I am now cooking,
Keeping it real,
Simple fare,
And ample to share!
Left my phone at home,
Now to check all my missed calls.
That was quick!
There’s none!
It was by the door,
And fully charged and ready,
And going nowhere.
Things are so hectic,
I bumped into a lady,
And she dropped her phone.
Things are so busy,
I missed meeting a good friend,
I must rearrange.
They happened Friday,
Had to sleep, restore my mind,
Get to a good place.