Month: July 2021

I have writers block,
and it came as quite a shock,
but the works knock, knock.

I must let them in,
and though they feel so scrambled,
I just write them down.

And in a strange way,
they told a revelation.
that struck at my heart.

Is that religion?
Is there peace in the valley
for me, yes, I pray.

The day’s a scorcher,
the heat is everywhere now,
with no cooling air.

Just had Deja Vu,
so strange, writing the last piece,
and has shaken me.

Now the page is black,
and it stares, glaring at me,
saying, “Write something!”

I pick up my pen,
and it’s poised above the page,
not daring to start.

Covid restrictions,
were lifted they say today,
but what does that mean?

I’m slipping away,
they say it’s the hot weather,
that’s bringing me down.

A bird came today,
and sat on a bush outside,
and chatted away.

I went for a walk,
and felt a sweet breeze, like air,
feeling up my lungs.

Each step that I took,
was like I was walking free,
and across the moon.

Time’s slipping away,
I wish it would, longer stay,
and think be less rushed.

A hole in the ground,
could go anywhere I know,
look down there and go.

The rain ran away,
through spring it played everyday,
and I did like that.

It was refreshing,
cool and wet and everywhere,
like a good old friend.

The heat has drained me,
and I am not coping well,
I just want to sleep.

The moon’s looking good,
an half moon clear in the sky,
and bright in the night.

Was it the hottest?
The sun glared hotly at me,
wilting my flowers.

Things around the world,
floods in Europe are so bad,
and other things too.

Is it the climate,
the changes that will soon come,
impacting up all?

The hot, hot weather,
makes me want to sleep a lot,
but not at bedtime.

Making some new friends,
and I like that, that is good;
I need a few more.

It is too darn hot,
and that is how the song goes.
the missus is not.

I am tuckered out,
and sleep comes far too easy,
I just close my eyes.

The music’s playing,
as I am writing here now,
it does help me here.

Opa Tsupa music,
it’s a lot of crazy fun,
and I do like it.

Mostly quiet now,
back at home and working hard,
and without the stress.

I’m feeling tired,
I over did it yesterday,
and I can feel it.

I am yawning large,
the kind that lock your jaw up,
with big gulps of air.

What a life it is,
all the things I find to do,
and some I shouldn’t.

It’s already here,
Wednesday, and the middle,
of a tiring week.

Many things to do,
but will I get them all done,
will I do just one?

I am being chased,
for this and that or something,
but I duck and dive.

I took some time out,
and walked across London twice,
and I walked eight miles.

I am only here,
writing this until someone,
likes my tweet today.

It could be awhile,
as they never get noticed,
or even liked much.

My coffee gets cold,
the tension is intense here,
waiting for a like.

I sip my coffee,
it’s just right and the taste’s good,
I think I’ll have more.

Not a dickie bird,
not a comment, nor a like,
well, I am bigger.

Jonah ate a whale,
one spoon at a time they say,
but it sounds fishy.

I’m up with the lark,
though he didn’t show today,
but I’m feeling good.

I did some study,
I did some music writing,
and I did a lot.

A mug of coffee,
is there beside me waiting,
like a faithful pet.

Time is so funny,
without it, it’s bad, with it,
it’s hard to control.

Cars rumble past me,
unseen and dulled, they gone by,
random but often.

I’m counting the days,
to finish just one thing now,
a song or a book.