Month: December 2020

A night of wee moves,
Up and down right on the hour,
Until the morning.

Twas’ dissappointing,
I struggled with all the songs,
And yes he knows me!

The guitar sang out,
Into the darkness like light,
Filling the spaces.

A lot happening,
But a quiet start for now,
Geeting things closed out.

Coffee is ready,
Filling the house with it’s smell.
A real wakeup call.

Rain drop on the pane,
Holding the light of the sun,
Hidden in the clouds.

I stopped the spammers, with their rubbish long writings, just some honey-pot traps.

End of a hard week,
That I had to claw-pull through,
So glad it’s over.

Still some odd issues,
To resolve and run them out,
To adjust and fix.

This Friday evening,
I’m comotose, out of it,
And signing out now.

I needed to sleep, and so glad I slept all night, and woke up refreshed.

All new settings here,
With the blue tooth connections,
And Viking symbols.

I have got it fixed,
With just a little patience,
Now the music plays.

Feeling so tired,
If I close my eyes, I’m gone,
And I’m fast asleep.

What is on my mind,
I do not remember it,
Only the aching.

The rivers run dry,
As long as there is no rain,
It should rain sometimes.

The pathways are wet,
So what, let’s enjoy the mud,
And all the puddles.

I miss the seaside,
Not the beaches but the rocks,
Cliffs and mighty waves.

To feel their power,
To feel the wind blowing strong,
To just feel alive.

Our pasts do haunt us,
Of places and people there,
We used to know once.

At Maracas Bay,
Or the Florida beach head,
But give me Piha.

Expanses of black sand,
Hot to my feet, the waves tug,
Calling me out there.

Yes, the surf is up,
Those mighty beasts running tall,
Won’t take me under.

The days counting down,
People feel their tension free,
And hope builds again.

The day was misty,
For a while and then cloudy,
With a hint of sun.

The trap door opened,
WIth a creak and heavy thud,
And the air smelt old.

The old wooden steps,
Led down into thick darkness,
Their torches peering.

The light hit brickwork,
Down the sides and kept going,
Into this abyss.

So would they follow,
And explore the below ground,
Where there was no sound?

That photo was nice,
It brought back great memories,
Of walks in the park.

A toothache woke me,
Early in the cold morning,
Of today, and stayed.

A dentist saw me,
Through visored face and bright lights,
With an x-ray gun.

The mists settled in,
From night to night it lingers.
Blocking out the sun.

I just want to sleep,
And turn those yawns to sleeping,
And wrapped up warmly.

First a cup of tea,
Warms me a little, just enough,
To write these poems.

Christmas is coming,
And the shops full of goodies,
Looking for our cash.

Making plan to see,
Some old friends and family,
And keep it social.

The book is on hold,
It needs some direction now,
To make readable.

It’s been a hard day,
I need the time to relax,
But there’s things to do.

Shopping, unpacking.
And wipe it down carefully,
And pack it away.

Those avocadoes,
Are real awkward to wipe down,
Maybe a quick wash.

My twitter account,
Is going well, and thank you,
Over 4k now.

The challenge remains,
With a haiku everyday,
Maybe a few more.