Pontvert - Haiku Book

03-03-19 Tired

The spinning penny,
Spins and then falters, falling,
Just one side is up.

Do you feel lucky,
Do you like a game of chance,
Do you want to try?

Tiredness catches up,
And silently sends out sleep,
That caught me just now………………

The things on my mind,
Get rich, write a book, and more,
I have got to try.

For now, I’m writing,
A Haiku poem blog site,
A fly flying past.

The ripples flow out,
In ever growing circles,
And reach for the edge.

‘Is Failing’ stays low,
Will he resign? Yes, it’s time!
Goodbye Chris Grayling.

End Brexit Bunglings
Stop the mess, the waste, the lies,
Let’s work together.

Archaic farming!
The US push GM beef,
In Brexit fall out.

Changes are coming,
Not all good, that is for sure.
Like, eat their chickens.

Can we stop it now,
Avoid US rotten cow!
May’s Brexit Burgers.

Grey clouds fill the skies,
Wind charged and heavy with rain,
Each drop picks its spot.

Greasy Grey’s delay,
Brexit madness lingers on,
Now spin again Ma’am!

The kettle’s boiling,
The tea bag fears the scolding,
Blackness fills the space.

“Wade in the water”,
Eva Cassidy sang it,
Such a good version.

Lost my phone charger,
On laptop now, so clunky,
But it does the job!

My tea’s always black,
A little sugar maybe,
Taste those great flavours.

Neat Haiku patterns,
These need to be messed up more,
Some long and short lines.

It’s for the challenge,
To be doing it daily,
The pages pile up.

I hope you do know,
Cycle Mauve is Michael Gove,
The squeaking wheels turn.

Bumhole Bump is Trump,
A pain in the butt for sure,
Some kind of mob link.

Greasy Grey yes her,
Yes PM, Teresa May,
Number 10, for now!

Fiends this Friday eve,
Shocking pathetic horrors,
A sad inditement.

Bumhole Bump walks out,
Leaving his lunch sitting there.
Terrible mix up.

Cycle Mauve speaking!?
Eccentric public speaking,
Private schools for some.

So George just walks out,
Good for you! In your eye Mauve!
You won’t get my vote.

Sequential failures,
Sounds like Is Failing again,
Sack this idiot!

Thirty three big ones,
For what? His stupidity?
Big Brexit Bunglings.

Where do we get them?
Lucky dip? I don’t think so!
We’re not that lucky!

It feels refreshing,
The first of the month, yes March!
It’s Friday as well.

Early train to work,
Might be tempted by breakfast,
Maybe just coffee.

14 MPs leave,
It’s time for change, it’s coming.
Brexit mess rolls on.

Lightly loaded train,
Speeding through the countryside,
I will soon be there.

So I closed my eyes,
And then, soon I realised,
I was far away.

Floating up on clouds,
Then riding rushing waters,
To sun bleached beaches.

Where do I get off?
I wish I knew, for too soon,
I wake in my bed.