Author: Pontvert

Is it a talent?
I can read text upside down,
and text back to front.

Three questions to ask,
and these are why, what and where,
and ask them often.

The key to life is,
‘happiness in your house hold’,
said with French accent.

Use a French accent,
and tell a friend about this,
and their happiness.

I drank my tea hot,
and felt its warmth going down;
so, satisfying.

I’m going to sleep,
and gathering everything,
to place by the bed.

Accept where you are,
for acceptance is power,
to build from that place.

Clouds can’t hide the moon,
though they are trying tonight,
they can’t hide the moon.

Your thoughts become real,
when you see them in your mind,
and take hold of them.

Pick your crew with care,
surround yourself with people,
to help you get there.

That cheeky laughter,
the holding hands and tight hugs,
such beautiful times.

Turning the pages,
and flicking through the notebook,
and feeling its words.

Melody party,
all the toys gather around,
to all jump on her.

I’ve got a new book,
the pages are all empty,
ready for my words.

The word well is deep,
and you can draw anything,
from it deep waters

The cold mists roll in,
to shroud the trees with a veil,
and to hide the rest.

I’m freeing my mind,
and letting the season scenes,
travel free through it.

Make things easier,
and find that natural flow,
and enjoy it more.

Music is playing,
random selections rocking,
swinging and stomping.

A true leader helps,
their team to be successful,
and knows it’s serving.

It can be so strange,
and a familiar face,
with unknowing stare.

Robins like the cold,
and pose on cold icy posts,
and stick out their breast.

We should remember,
the great sacrifices made;
two great-uncles died.

Sometimes I look up,
to see the changing skyline,
and find pleasing scenes.

I can tell the truth,
that’s not to say you’ll like it,
but let’s both drink first.

I travelled today,
on the Elisabeth Line,
and it was okay.

New ways of working,
just enjoying the journey,
and still getting there.

I still see myself,
a writer, haiku poet,
and a songwriter.

I am in a scene,
and playing a character,
transported places.

Sitting on the train,
and I feel it start to move,
and so it begins.

I will try, try, try,
to find my oomph and achieve,
to get the triumph.

Good to get away,
and to see the city sites,
yet, I know I will