It’s sunny today,
outside’s warm and bright, not gray,
what more can I say.
Coffee aroma,
fills the air and entices;,
so hot and tasty.
My tooth is hurting,
a dull ache on my top left,
stops me eating cake.
Author: Pontvert
I am just having some fun and exploring my creative side and also disciplining myself to do something every day. I like a challenge, and if you have a haiku project for me please let me know, igl @haikubook.co.uk
25-02-23 Vlogging
The train’s emptying,
one by one they each got off,
and made they way home.
I am now vlogging,
like spoken blogging, I think,
if I’ve done it right.
Vlogging a voice blog,
and I’m making it all up;
that is what I say.
24-02-23 Free Time and Mooning
There is just nothing,
that can compare to free time,
and time on your own.
Whatever I did,
I really don’ t recall it,
but it is Friday.
Its another night,
that’s slowly comes creeping in,
as the moon peeps out.
23-02-23 Great Duck Art
Some ducks do look strange,
and can it be much stranger,
or can this be art?
Something is amiss,
and like an empty abyss,
she craves just a kiss.
The milk is all gone,
and my crunchy nut cornflakes,
are very crunchy.
22-02-23 Green Eggs and Ham
Oh no, not again,
I don’t like green eggs and ham;
and where is the ham?
The feel of sea breeze,
and the sound of crashing waves,
on a summers day.
The plant pot’s empty,
except for last nights rainfall,
and a thirsty bird.
21-02-23 Olde World Pub
Olde world places,
creating an atmosphere,
with colourful lights.
I gave in tonight,
this and that and some show, and this,
oh, forgot to watch.
I like pretty words,
those that have those shapely looks,
and say what they mean.
20-02-23 Clock Tower Roof
What a useful day,
shopping, tidied my office,
and ready to write.
I love swing guitars,
Djanjo playing Limehouse Blues,
Stephane is good too.
This clock caught my eye,
as I waited and waited,
for at least a while.
19-02-23 Sunsets Hum
Splash in the water,
and feet first went my daughter;
pre-school swimming group.
I am feeling strange,
I can’t put my finger on it,
and strange is not right.
Last evening flattened,
no undulations, or curves,
just a constant hum.
18-02-23 Let Me Enjoy It
There’s things that move us,
I known a few, most are lost,
to time and the past.
My coffee’s waiting,
please, excuse me for a while;
let me enjoy it.
Well Saturday’s here,
and by the days end, we’ll hear,
a cheer for weekend.
17-02-23 Second Chance
The battery life,
is 5 percent, all I need,
to write this poem.
And a second chance,
to pen a quote or something,
so I am trying.
When the time is short,
we tend to cramp it tightly,
thinking it’s the last.