Month: July 2021

No one likes haiku,
they’re short and lack real substance,
and quick to the point.

I hold on to dreams,
and don’t let them sail away,
over the horizon.

I have travelled far,
but not far enough for some,
and nether myself.

Someone is calling,
I hear my name repeated,
but I don’t reply.

I’m telling no lies,
so I need no alibies
just a little truth.

The days are merging,
lurching fat and clumsily,
but fast through the week.

The rain came today,
off and on and loudly,
beating on the panes.

I got far behind,
the one a day, gone astray,
and leaves me standing.

Time’s running away,
stealing seconds without care,
and eats them quickly.

The water runs fast,
in the gutters like a stream,
and catching itself.

The clouds roll on past,
without a care, they drift by,
but do sometimes cry.

The trouble with bins,
they all need care once a week,
just a little walk.

The days run away,
too scared to stay for too long,
just in case time stops.

I’m doing research,
the family tree or shrub,
it has loads of twigs.

What’s a guitar chord?
I call a guitar, guitar!
three notes short of fun.

first, third and fifth notes,
makes a chord, go on try it,
and what’s a minor?

The minor is best,
flatten the third note and see,
the difference there.

The rain came today,
and it feels, just like summer,
but just in England.

The brain is frozen,
and like an old computer,
it seems to flicker.

The story is old,
it is simple it’s not bold,
it is what it is.

Pork pies and jam tarts,
all the things that make one fart,
or so I am told.

I am free to choose,
the bog roll that I prefer,
and won’t tear easy.