Month: November 2020

The rain didn’t come.
Though the clouds waited for it,
Then went somewhere else.

The sun lights strange light,
Orange hues across the sky,
The clouds love these scenes.

I’m a gambling man,
Though I’ve won, I risk little,
Just enough to try.

I’m dragged out of bed,
The morning sun insists I raise,
And start the new day.

My morning coffee,
Helps alot, with some me time,
Before the day starts.

It is so quiet,
Emails are few, meetings too,
Maybe I can work.

It is raining now,
The wet ground reflects the lights,
Of the passing cars.

It was overcast.
And somewhere there was the sun,
All we go were clouds.

Biden won the day,
But Bumhole Bump is speechless,
With nothing to say.

Monday comes quickly,
Another week of five days.
Of work and more work.

Well, what did I do?
I did watch a film or two,
And went shopping too.

I made a wager,
And I’m in the lottery,
Only to win, mind!

I’m in my office,
A mug of tea beside me,
That’s good company.

I’m writing Haiku,
A poem I think they’re called,
And they’re fun to write.

I hope I have won,
Yes, the Euro millions,
I can but hope it.

If not, I’ll get by.
One more day, week, month or year,
As I get older.

I’m stratching my head,
And raking my brains for it,
Some kind of answer.

Remember do you,
The 5th day of November,
Penny for the guy?

I stood in the cold,
Watching the fireworks explore,
High up in the air.

Stars shining brightly,
In the night sky are planets,
Like mars and venus.

Here we go again,
Another day of meetings
That create more work.

The time ticks away,
And impossible to count,
Not even just one.

I didn’t buy it,
That small bright red Porsche car,
The doors were too low.

I am tired now,
My eyes are heavy and sore,
And my mind’s sleeping.

Another work day,
I’m tired before I start,
And shattered after.

The days fall away,
Over times cliff edge swiftly,
Into the dark sea.

The mists rolling in,
Move like ghosts across the land,
Haunting through the trees.

Things that go bumpy,
Bumpity, bumipity, bump,
Just step after step.

My mind is spinning,
I wonder what day it is,
And that it’s Sunday.