Category: Personal

I guess its about me and what I am thinking

Tues 28/04/20

A wet day outside,
And I wanted to go out,
And feel its wetness.

Feel the wind blowing,
And the drops of rain falling,
And make me feel cold.

I lost it again,
All I didn’t really have,
And now it is gone.

The coffee half drunk,
Still at the edge of the stool.
Warm and welcoming.

Sat 25/04/20 Cockney Slang Numbers

This number is ‘lost‘,
This number’s lost it ‘bottle‘,
And this one’s ‘holy‘.

This number will ‘stand‘,
This number holds all the ‘jacks‘,
And this will ‘fiddle‘.

This is ‘Exeter‘,
This number’s in your ‘garden‘,
This one’s black as ‘coal‘.

The last one is ‘cock‘,
In Cockney slang for numbers,
In R J Clarke’s book.

Mon 20/04/20 A Dream in a Rain Storm

This rain was falling,
The sound of it hitting the roof,
Woke me up from sleep.

In the darkness though,
The falling rain seemed to glow,
Capturing each drop.

It held my gaze there,
For a while, I couldn’t leave,
Or, go back to bed.

To sleep I did though,
Mesmerised by the rhythms,
And the rains’ patterns.