Pontvert - Haiku Book

Tuesday 18/06/19 Friends?

All in their own space,
Lost from their realities,
Travelling on home!

Friendships not found,
The opportunities fade,
As stations approach.

Give me a high five,
One with a really good smack!
Just like we mean it!

Do photos grow old?
The image in black and white,
Looks so fresh today.

The moon shines brightly,
Through the dark cloud scattered sky.
A wonder at times.

It’s an high tech world,
We can connect, most places!
Broadband or mobile.

Home or on the go,
Wi-Fi connections are King.
Are you connected?

This simple update,
Needs it in Aces each day.
I am mobile now.

Ramat Tramp or Trump,
I prefer the ‘a’ sound more.
It reads better too.

Stab city update?
A real shame for London, true!
But what’s it to Bump?

Bumhole Hole’s twitting,
Smells like a rancid sewer!
“Will only get worse!”

Israel’s Bump Heights.
A place to take pot shots from!
To people below?

Sunday Afternoon,
The rain is gone the sun shines,
But clouds fill the skies.

Each step we’re taking,
Brings us closer to and end,
A projects close out.

Just sitting here now,
Letting the world pass me by,
Content to just stop.

Lazing here really,
The guitar hangs silently
The mobile quiet

There is a rhythm,
Of passing cars along the road,
And the ticking clock.

Here’s the moon tonight,
I caught it in the sunlight,
Such a lovely sight.

Twill soon be bedtime,
The starry night over head,
And dreams floating by.

A little blue sky,
Breaking through the fleeing clouds.
Fresh and bright today.

Keep your powder dry,
Keep a watch along the walls,
Be prepared today.