Month: October 2021

There is much to do,
it is piling up so high,
and stuffed in corners.

The morning alarm,
likes to ring early these days,
and it screams, ‘get up’.

A hot shower helps,
to refresh and wake me up,
under its hot streams.

Breakfast can be fast,
and coffee helps it a long,
and kicks off the day.

Music is playing,
I hear the notes drifting by,
of familiar tunes.

There are some with beats,
melodic rhythms that sing,
better than the words.

The strings vibration,
sings out a clear and lone note,
that rings for a while.

All the strummed strings sing,
those chords and a progressing,
form each bar to bar.

The autumn leaves fall,
more each day like a shower,
of these golden leaves.

I’m watching the scene,
as the trees turn their colours,
and standout so well.

It is time for fires,
warm and cosy and outside,
to watch the sparks fly.

The days are shorter,
morning or evening move on,
as the days shorten,.

It comes back again,
Monday and who can stop it,
maybe change its name.

Time is running fast,
I can not catch it at times,
and find i am.late.

The music’s playing,
but I can not dance at all,
I have two left feet.

I’m taking photos,
enjoying the scenery,
and the sunset now.

I can see clearly,
the road ahead and behind,
and where I am now.

I got cuddly toys,
a cheeky multi-coloured,
and long armed monkey.

Wind in the willows,
that makes a great rustling sound,
and a place to hide.

A fly has flown in,
what is that all about then,
i thought is was cold.

I’m straching an itch,
and it’s really terrrible,
but all over now.

I found some nice stones,
when walking along the beach,
and collected them.

Was it wrong to do,
removing things from there,
and where they should be.

They are all differnt,
some white, some red and some black,
they all look so good.

I have a delight,
the moon clear like the noon sun,
so cool and pure bright.

I have another,
the dark wood of my guitar,
that just resonates.

The water is cold,
and flowing without stopping,
clear with a blue hint.

I cannot say much,
of the three cats that patrol,
that keep watch out side.

Please do not read this,
gloss over it and move on,
don’t give it a thought.

There’ll be a full moon,
at the end of the month soon,
in time for monsters.

It may be cruel,
but we must fight these monsters,
with lots of sweeties.

I don’t have a word,
for something unknown to me,
except to say ‘that’!

A tasty Club gold,
it’s that sweet white chocolate,
and crunchy biscuit.

It’s a dangerous place,
to have a munchies attack,
with goodies to hand.

They will disappear,
quicker than the munchies will,
and all will ne gone.

There’s no excuses,
it ‘s just unpardonable,
in a piggy way.