I’m in the swing now,
Haiku poems on the wing,
Sometimes good I sing.
Wooden pieces stand,
Ready for battle it seems,
The pawn moves forward!
As complex as simple is.
I’m in the swing now,
Haiku poems on the wing,
Sometimes good I sing.
Wooden pieces stand,
Ready for battle it seems,
The pawn moves forward!
“Where have you all gone?”
Said the spider to the flies
“Sorry I miss you all!”
I say, I love them,
Until they love me!
It’s true,
Sometimes longer though.
Coffee cups and phones,
Rucksack and a newpaper,
The things we all need!
I’m looking for change,
New opportunities yes,
Or maybe a pound.
Good day to you Frank!
I hope you are doing well,
And enjoy the rain.
No phone,
I won’t phone,
I can’t phone
I have no phone,
I left it at home!
The pale moon smiling,
In the cold pre-dawn black sky,
It likes it, like this!
The cold morning air,
Soaking deep into the bones,
Chills me to the core.
The train rattles off,
Gaining speed it quietens down,
Now a steady pace.
The sky gets lighter,
Unimpressed it simply is.
No blue sky today.
I’m catching up now,
There’s time enough to do it,
Write a line or two.
London town was wet,
And I took the underground,
I missed my walk though.
The Sunday papers,
Lay scattered about the floor,
Maybe needed soon.
The cat on the grass,
Is not ours, it’s a stranger,
But it makes this home.
Those disagreements,
Best avoid or go for it,
Fighting fire with fire.
Scribbled on a scrap,
The paper, a ticket bought,
For a short bus ride.
The evening sunsets,
Golden, bright it will not go,
Not without a fight.
Resisted MacDonalds,
But got a nice breakfast treat.
And so that was good!
The clouds hide the moon,
The darkness will watch to dawn,
It’s time for bed now.