Month: June 2022

I sit in cafes,
watching the people pass by;
each a character.

A song came today,
and the words just fell in place;
now to find a tune.

My goals are set high,
and I am learning each day,
how I might reach them.

How it all begun,
the story of the rabbit ,
born to fly a jet.

When you get lemons,
do not see a bitter end,
But make lemonade.

The sky is lowering
grey and heavy, rain ready,
for this summers day.

I need to shape up,
and get a sense of humour,
or cut off my nose.

The coffee is cold,
has it really been that long,
since I didn’t move.

It is dangerous,
to not look before crossing
without clean pants on.

It’s work tomorrow,
travelling into London,
then across it too.

The rain came beating,
on the windows, let us in,
knocked and then ran off.

Summer’s a great time,
with diverse flowers and bugs,
and great butterflies.

I’m shopping again,
a careful balance of time,
where I don’t get much.

Two similar films,
whacky ones with super stuff,
and riding on bikes.

There’s severe delays,
on the Central Line today,
but it came on time.

The rain came beating,
on the windows, let us in,
knocked and then ran off.

Sunday again now,
and there’s a peace about it,
that is so precious.

Driving them back home,
the drive was easy this time,
and we made good time.

But I can’t go on,
is just how I feel sometimes,
then pull myself up.

Monday is looming,
early morning and shower,
and out the door quick.

My mind is a blank,
there is only left a buzz,
like a bumble bee.

They like the flowers,
purple ones so pollen rich,
that they run around.

A fun carousel,
with horses and their riders
going up and down.

So down it all came,
and deflated the children,
that clung on to it.

What a long Friday,
shopping was one thing I did,
and collecting chairs.

I’ll do as I say,
and yes say what I will do,
for I must improve.

The week has ended,
but the trouble’s just started,
with so much to do.

I will stay on top,
and do what I need to do,
to make a success.

Time’s slipping away,
minutes say they will but slide,
and take hours too.

I’m watching the sea,
with its tidal ebb and flow,
restful and unrushed.

The face of thunder,
billows from darkening clouds,
that gather so near.

My music is sound,
it’s simple and learns to talk,
and loves to mix it.

Sitting in darkness,
listening to the static,
and distant TV.

It is so thrilling,
to open a new notebook,
and let my thoughts run.

Cryptic Messages,
left in a poetic trail,
that lures them to look.

Say what you intend,
make it a priority,
and do what you say.

What’s the difference,
between the days spent at home,
it gets hard to tell.

The bees didn’t come,
the flowers bloom and still none,
they came here before.

Football memories,
of wet and muddy pitches,
where we got so cold.

I did use to play,
and could kick the ball so hard,
very straight and low,