Month: June 2022

Like heavy writing,
that began to stop a freedom,
and keep down the small.

The hawk hoovering,
eyeing the slightest movement,
to swoop and catch it.

To Peppa Pig World,
for Friday and the weekend.
and too much bacon.

In this piggy world,
I was busy shooting pigs.
with my camera.

It feels like Thursday,
an overcast and heavy day,
followed by Friday.

The writing was so tight,
that the words began to choke;
gasping to a stop.

Write with a freedom,
and keep those doggies rolling,
up hills and down dales.

He hunter waits poised,
for the slightest small movement,
that would draw his gaze.

The major sevenths, and the 6th and 9ths beauty, coupled with minors.

Walks in the forest,
with a gentle rain falling,
makes me feel a live.

If you have a message,
don’t write books or compose songs,
just send them a text.

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

I had déjà vu,
I saw it before, I believe,
but it’s a feeling.

Long grasses swaying,
and I love their graceful moves,
in the lightest breeze.

The second coffee,
always seems to taste better,
and it’s more relaxed.

The joy of effort,
that crazily beautiful,
act of defiance.

It is fantasy,
to think we are only ones,
bored and distracted.

A dead man walking,
and can not see the writing,
plastered on the wall.

Life is far too short,
but rich, juicy and funny,
if you allow it.

Summer’s really here,
it’s not about the weather,
just ask the flowers.

The work day is done,
and the evening’s calling,
to do better things.

My family tree,
indicates I’m from London,
North, East, West and South.

The grey evening sky,
hides the rain that soon will fall,
silent in the night.

Drifting now away,
like a long and tiring day,
that you sleep away.

Walking back uphill,
I relaxed down the last slope,
and slug up the next.

I stopped for a sip,
of the cool stream beside me,
and see some fairies.

Maybe they were stars,
for I soon past out and slept,
maybe twenty years.

I’m stretching my legs.
they’re daggling with weights on each,
I think they’re children.

Jubilee day two,
and Her Majesty’s resting,
and watching it all.

I appreciate,
the time off and chance to write,
more of what I like.

But the time goes quick,
and do not finish all I want,
and that is not good.

Lunch time is calling,
soup again and what is wrong,
with Heinz chicken soup.

Celebration time,
seventy year is awesome,
thanks for being there.

I asked for seven,
and they arrived so quickly,
and that’s very good.

Lunch time very soon,
and what will I have today,
cheese on toast or soup.

The sky’s a delight,
with the changing cloud patterns,
and the warm sunshine.

Waiting til they bite,
that doesn’t make very right,
but I will catch them.

The summer is here,
and the clock is ticking fast,
let’s hope it will last.

The sky closing in,
so dark and overbearing,
and the moon so crazy.

I said, ‘I agree’,
and such an easy email,
with positive words.

The smell of woodland,
in the rain is wonderful,
and enjoyable.