Month: April 2021

The days get longer,
through April and June and then,
they reach their longest.

Arthur King new post,
did not make the front page,
page six on the left.

The photo’s not clear,
it just looks like some lightning,
and lots of black clouds.

Several were hurt,
two died, but none can recall,
what really happened.

But the children do,
they saw the dragons up front,
and in their glory.

It started to rain.
just random heavy drops like dough,
making large patches.

The rain soon followed,
and dough drops turned to downpour,
and torrential rain.

It sent folks running,
to find cover and shelter,
trees aren’t any good.

What made them to come,
and where are the dragons now?
wondered Arthur King.

He polished his sword,
an old mighty fountain pen,
that writes like a dream.

And started a book,
a book of dragon and such,
and drew some pictures.

We must start somewhere,
a line, a scribble or sketch,
and then build from them.

Stop press – Urgent News.
‘Dragons sighted in Cornwall’,
Arthur King reports.

‘The day was quiet,
when loud dark clouds filled the sky,
and the dragons came.,

‘Flying through the clouds,
fire shooting from their nostrils,
a most fearsome sight.’

‘It was hard to see,
through the smoke and the panic,
as people just ran,’

The clocks have all stopped,
and the sun hardly shines now,
through the smoke and grief.

They left as they came,
fast and furious they went,
leaving the wounded.

The stream flowed down hill,
it’s chuckling waters so fresh,
through the new spring growth.

Time’s a great healer,
so they say, but do they know?
Maybe it is though.

Arthur paused to think,
then he continued writing,
should this go to print?

He closed his laptop,
finished his drink and got up,
then left and went home.

Dragons are not news,
they are the stuff of old tales,
and long scaly ones.

The times are all safe,
except for man’s brutalness,
and stupidity.

But somewhere long gone,
and far away like the wind,
the clouds were forming.

It was a dull day,
the phones rang and people talked,
about inane things.

But soon the clouds came,
bright red like the setting sun,
and pierced with fire.

It was a wonder,
and people photgraphed it,
sharing the great pics.

They phones were melting,
as they pressed send and looked up,
to see the horror.

For just a moment,
they caught a glimpse of the beasts,
bearing down on them.

The day was over,
almost before it begun,
and now night drew in.

The tales that were told,
for many years the tales grew,
told on winter nights.

The day the beast came,
and disappeared, and just gone,
never seen again.

What had they seen then,
they didn’t know what scared them,
just the peace it brought.

I sit and wonder,
where’d they go, did they survive,
I want to see them.

I sat by the fire,
watching the embers glowing,
deep in the fire’s midst,

And in that cavern,
I could see their tale moving,
the their wings flapping.

The dragons flew down,
like great green burning reptiles,
soaring through the sky.

The trees were a light,
and buriing like a furnace,
so noone came near.

The trouble had come,
and the riders rode out fast,
to intercept them.

But they were no match,
and one by one they fell down,
spinning to the ground.

Then came the gragons,
fierce like the hot desert sands,
stripping skin from flesh.

They stopped at the church,
as if they had seen something,
and then flew away.

The people just watched,
from hideways like scared rats,
and slowly appeared.

My headache is gone,
the heavy mind clouds are gone,
and the sky is clear.

The problem with time,
it’s like water through your hands,
here, yet flowing free.

The painting is naff,
watercolour startup attempts,
with no character.

I’m two cofffees up,
plus one tea and orange juice,
or just orange squash.

I’ve started a blog,
of some photgraphs I take,
just to make a start.

Where will it lead us,
all these little starts and things,
will it change the soap.

The office is small,
one point eigth by three point two,
office and man cave.

Yes there’s a window,
I watch cars and people pass.
out walking their dogs.

I’ve just got too much,
too much this and too much that,
and that’s the problem.

Tomorrow is work,
back to grind stone of a job,
that is too busy.

For now I’ll relax,
do the things I want to do,
and what I need to.

Little steps I take,
recording my own music,
just guitar for now.

It was a great day,
the sky was blue, the sun shone,
and it felt so right.

Maybe that is Spring,
hope that seems to fill all things,
with a new fresh life.

The flowers in bud,
the insects in the air more,
like the buzz of bees.

Chicken for dinner,
with a hot and spicy rice,
that was hard to take.

I am more rested,
and I’m feeling better too,
that is good to hear.

The rest is helping,
though it’s busy still it’s good,
to think of not much.

The sun shines brightly,
invitiing, like an old friend,
to walk in their warmth.

Clock says eight past six,
but at least it is consistent,
I will move it on.

My silver cheetah,
stares out at me from the shelf,
looking so hungry.

Soon, the paintings come,
and showing my watercolours,
as they do appear.

Tiredness catches me,
and for a while I linger,
in a dozey state.

my tea’s getting cold,
and the day’s getting older,
it’s now fifty-five.

What a crazy day,
really makes me want to go,
somewhere far away.

I’m not made for this,
the ups and downs and around,
and all that talking.

Complexity rieigns,
in the simplist things these days,
and just go around.

The moon is the place,
for a little piece of peace,
and maybe the trip.

The wreck was not found,
with it’s treasure oh so rich,
laid on the sea floor.

I’ll find it one day,
scuba diving down below,
that is where I’ll go.

What is on my mind,
nothing that I can think off,
I guess that is it.

Here’s some nothingness,
some useless Haiku poems,
then again they’re not.

This day is just rest,
I can’t move, though I got up,
I can’t stay in bed.

When I was younger,
sleeping late was easy then,
to midday and more.

What was that about,
I do not know or care now,
time is more precious.


I’m putting wieght on,
around the middle again,
little tubby me.

I will work it off,
sit ups, running, keeping fit,
soon I will be trim.

Happy Easter all,
enjoy family and the eggs,
and save one for me.