Month: April 2023

I do like the rain,
mostly summer rain showers,
but even down pours.

I love those storm burst,
that soak you through and drench you,
but I guess that’s me.

Just after the rain,
and stepping over puddles,
and smelling the air.

Got something to sell,
advertise it they will said,
and it will sell well.

Rabbits running wild,
I have seen them too, you know,
then they run away.

The days are lighter,
both mornings and evenings.
and getting warmer.

I feel my eyes close,
as tiredness overwhelms,
and I do struggle.

Sleep’s pursuing me,
I only need to sit down,
and it can get me.

Waking from a dream,
that seemed real, it carries on,
until I shower.

Time just keeps ticking,
it’s so regular and punctual,
and never comes back.

Clocks cover the walls,
each telling different times,
some need batteries.

The hands of a clock,
never tire of their pointing,
of this hour or that.

All the plans I had,
burnt on that fire of despair:
found without a base.

A plan’s a good thing,
and I make one every day,
and the fire will burn.

Is success the plan,
many think it is, not I,
it’s the end result.

Enthusiasm,
a powerful word indeed,
but not always wise.

Bulls in china shops,
are those keen erratic fools,
that think they do know.

The bullish blunder,
the sloping shoulders, not me,
best to deny it.

Where are they all now,
those pranksters, and those jokers,
for pinch and a punch.

It’s a Saturday,
and the last tennis session,
before the Spring break.

The joke was on me,
but it is not clear to me,
so was it a joke?

The planets aligned,
what a sight, I didn’t see,
and the moon was shot.

I took a photo,
of a dreary not full moon,
on a cold, cold night.

The sun is rising,
earlier these days I find,
and setting later.

What about the news,
the things that people will say,
and often what they do.

The papers are good,
for sudoku and crosswords,
and wrapping up waste.

The truth’s hard to say,
but fiction needs to tell it,
but not how it should.

What are old friends for,
to be there to remind you,
of things best forgot.

My friends come and go,
or better said, have all gone,
not that I do mind.

I’m seeking new friends,
people with similar hobbies,
but not good at them.