Month: March 2023

Five, four, three, two, one,
it’s blast off in my armchair,
but there’s no lift off.

My coffee tastes nice,
and I drunk it more than twice,
but it’s empty now.

The midnight’s coming,
and I can feel its pulling,
calling me to bed.

What is on my mind,
I wonder sometimes I do,
and bet you do too.

Furry fun bunny,
laid a egg outside today,
on some straw and leaves.

Go carts do go,
I drove a few to crashes,
and often limped home.

It is rising up,
the passion surrounding me,
to write something soon.

I am loving it,
the tension in the writing,
makes me turn over.

Turn the music up,
and feel the beat and rhythm,
and dance through the night.

It is so tempting,
a piece here and a piece there,
but never to share.

The season is good,
the weather’s as it should be,
for long woodland walks,

I’m watching the sky,
the clouds and how the sun looks,
but feeling the breeze.

Well the tide has turned,
and the waters ebb closer,
like thoughts realised.

The wind blows coldly,
and brings a shivering word,
that scarcely can rhyme.

It is done, he thinks,
and he rests his pen at last,
but the pen’s hungry.

Foraging for words,
to match my mushroom thinking,
on my forest floor.

Seedlings are growing,
with proper poetic poise;
couplets in Springtime.

I followed the path,
around the wizened oak tree,
and found fallen leaves.

No snow now today,
it flew around, settled down,
then it disappeared.

The sun’s going down,
and one’s showing its going,
and drinking coffee.

Swimming out again,
to feel the rip tide pull me,
and wonder can I.

Snowflakes are blowing,
now over the lakes surface,
as the duck take wing.

I waited for hours,
to see this sight and take off
but it came too soon.

It is getting dark,
the light is fading quickly,
and it is peaceful.

Cooking up a treat,
good to eat and simple fare,
with ample to share.

The rhymes are coming,
I like the bounce and feel too,
in a short poem.

I’m getting closer,
to this weekend goal of mine.;
soon will tick it off.