Month: November 2022

The blackbird wonders,
how the moon can seem so close,
and oak trees just are.

I’ve been here awhile,
and many tweets make me smile,
and others helpful.

Here is what is good,
we all pursue happiness,
it’s what we all crave.

The rain’s wet the ground,
and has left a peacefulness,
on the trees around.

A difficult day.
in so many diverse ways,
and remains to stay.

A mournful Monday,
the mists rolled around to play,
at setting the scene.

Can we feel our thoughts,
and can we think our feelings,
or is it the rain.

Sat on writers rock,
that’s awash with wavy words,
and those seagull songs.

Her letter ended,
and with nothing more to say,
she drew a black heart.

It’s been a long climb,
and with times when I’d despair,
but the view’s worth it.

There no easy wins,
just care and preparation,
makes a real good start.

A single lamplight,
lit the corner of the street,
where they’d often meet.

The morning came late,
creeping slowly to its place,
with glorious light.

It’s been a long climb,
and with times when I’d despair,
but the view’s worth it.

The book lay open,
and in the margin written,
her mobile number.

Days tumble like streams,
down a hill, through rocky paths,
and sometimes unseen.

I climbed to the top,
and looked down from piles of drafts,
to see one complete.

The rain’s wet the ground,
and has left a peacefulness,
on the trees around.

A moment of peace,
green fields, blue skies and white clouds,
from a busy world.

Win, loose or draw,
it is all about the game,
it’s time for kick off.

Rain, rain, go away,
come again another day,
rain, rain, go away.

The grass is greener,
always on the other side,
but distance hides faults.

Be bold, be yourself,
pigeons will flock together,
eagles fly alone.

The places I’ve been,
and worked on, do return,
there reminding me.

I have hurt my foot,
and it’s the metatasal,
when I just stood up.

My foot is better,
and some kind of miracle,
and I’ll stand on that.

I’m learning lessons,
for everyday of my life;
some I must retake.

I’m drinking coffee,
and sitting in the sunlight,
and just anywhere.

Sad lads, broken blokes,
unhappy chappies, geezers,
who need a breather.

Two fish in a bowl,
one says, ‘ I’ll see you around’,
‘I’ll see you around’.