Month: April 2020

The work place call by,
Several times it seemed to call,
Like heavy raindrops.

The raindrops falling,
Land with such explosive force,
They demand a view.

Cobblestone raindrops,
Litter the pathway back home,
And then disappear.

The setting sun sees,
The place where they hide away,
And lights their parting.

Sun stood warmly,
Smiling as it does for days,
Caught in the springtime.

The leaves green and fresh,
Rejoiced at the suns’ warmness,
And that cooling breeze.

The walk down the path,
Was interrupted often,
With its warm wonder.

And like all such tales,
It ends with a memory,
A special feeling.

So, my pen today,
Made a big mess on the page.
An inky poo poo!

I do like a pen,
Biro, or a fountain pen,
Whatever’s at hand.

I want to do art,
Draw cartoons and paint something,
If I had the time.

It’s a funny time,
It’s not ha, ha, more oh no!,
And there’s more humour.

Time slips down the clock,
Ticking as it slides away,
And then disappears.

Watch it slip away,
Sometimes, hours, day, month or years,
Gone, not forgotten.

Haiku Book that’s the book, Is for sale please buy it now, You’ll find it’s a laugh.

Just twenty-five sales, That is what we need do it, And then move this on.

It’s a good time now,
Finished the day job and home,
Ready for the rest.

Would you buy my book?
Haiku and haiku and more,
Come on, are you sure?

The lines are flowing,
Like wordy rivers steaming,
Over the rapids.

The list grows longer,
Of the things I have to do,
Some of which get done.

A new computer,
Supa-dupa computa,
It’s but but still small.

I have over slept,
It must be 10 minutes late,
Never mind that though.

The sun is so warm,
I have opened the window,
Daring as I am!