Category: Just for the moment

The rain fell last night,
And heavy,
Most of the night.
Such a wet morning!

Coke in a bottle,
Tastes better than in a can.
That’s what I enjoy!

It keeps spinning round,
The world,
Or is it my head?
Time to sit a while.

I know for certain,
I’m saving my love for you!
Ain’t misbehaving!

Five, Six, Seven, Eight,
Now I’m thinking I will wait,
Even though I’m late.

What’s the future hold?
I am climbing those life steps,
Not content to rest!

How did we get here?
Unspoken questions won’t stop.
We need some answers!

Footsteps in the dark,
Echo off the tall brick walls,
Beats haunting rhythms.

They trip of my tongue,
Naughty words that love to play,
And tease what I say.

Oh, Baa Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir!
Three bags full.

Let the music play,
Let it follow,
Or just stay,
But never delay.

I enjoy writing,
Seeing the stories growing,
Ink on paper though.

My mind needs some care,
No salad, weeding, or books,
Probably, OK!

Drop the car, cut hair,
Catch a bus,
Avoid the fuss,

I am like this day,
Overcast and dull, I think,
I need a real change.

Setting simple goals,
Taking pigeon steps for now,
Slowly getting there.

Near to my bedtime,
The moon’s thirty percent full,
Full or more empty?

Let’s start-toru far!
Three, four! Let’s dance a little!
With my two left feet!

The train takes its time,
Surveying the city-scape,
In the morning sun.

Playing my guitar,
Feeling the notes escape,
Filling my office.

Thanks for the follows,
I appreciate you all,
For inspiring me.

The rain pouring down,
Then next, the sun is shining,
On wet London streets.

A very wet day,
My clothes soaked and sodden now.
London’s swimming home.

Here is my posting,
I swam home drenched to the bone,
Just had a cup of tea.

The wind driven rain,
Blew across the road tonight,
Caught in the street light.

The morning starts well,
No rush,
just calm,
work can wait.
Though the train fills up.

Pushing it uphill,
The wheels fell off last month,
But I’m so close now.

The frog waits, watching.
As the wind moves the water,
And the fly is caught.

Some final pushes,
Getting things across the line,
Feels good to be close.

The rain tumbled down,
This last day of September,
Really very nice.

It’s surprising me,
The way that time’s quickly flown,
One more year is gone.

It’s time to do it,
To write a small Haiku book,
And publish it soon.

I’ve inspiration,
The Melody of the night,
The Songs through the day.