Category: Just for the moment

There are things to stop,
so that I can move ahead;
is it that simple?

At the crossroads stood,
two similar roads ahead,
but which will I take.

The road less travelled,
is a road I’ve often walked,
and will do again.

I’ve made some wrong turns,
that have always helped me learn,
to get back on track.

I have been called smart,
at sometimes, and others not,
just a ‘fart smeller’.

Music is playing,
and the drums and rhythms dance;
and songs lead them on.

Music floating out,
and drifting on the night air,
creating visions.

I watched the sun set,
and the breeze warp around me,
and I felt its peace,

The sunlight seems clean,
and casting deep dark shadows,
creating such depth.

Evening falls with grace,
a perfect blend of twilight,
with a special light.

I was half way through,
when I found it blocked by words,
so, I cut them free.

F’s for finally,
R’s for real relaxation,
I’s ice cream Fridays

I did some study,
scanned the net and read some books,
and I burned a lunch.

What does Ofgem do,
roll over, pick up pieces;
how’s it regulate?

Let’s talk it over,
and discover, what it means,
for once and for all.

Eat with a teaspoon,
it’s smaller, but it still works,
and more considerate.

The rain came falling,
after the night of thunder,
hanging twigs with tears.

I enjoy simple,
simple things and pleasures,
like feeling the wind.

I want to explore,
down those darkened passageways,
to the light beyond.

The day’s uncertain,
and it thinks it is summer,
but is overcast.

I enjoy simple,
simple things and pleasures,
like feeling the wind.

I want to explore,
down those darkened passageways,
to the light beyond.

Running out of space,
that’s when I come face to face,
with a lonely ace.

Time to forge ahead,
and gain some ground with writing,
now it’s back on track.

There’s nothing like it,
a smell intense and lovely;
fresh cut summer grass.

A summer evening
I catch the smell of roses
and hear the bees buzz.

The stream flows gently
beneath the branches of trees:
stay and watch it go.

Postman called today,
with a small fragile parcel,
marked, ‘candle with hair.’

It’s a little rude,
when told to ‘shake a tower’,
but some will do both.

Sun on the water,
dragonflies hover over;
the frog has his meal.

Doing stuff I hate,
but it is necessary,
someone must do it.

Got a coffee now,
and browsing family trees,
and finding stories.

Make a starting fart,
quickly write of what you see,
in a short poem.

Red apples piled high,
next to the box of cereal;
I don’t like them, that’s why,
I will let them fall.

Start where you are at,
not back at the beginning,
and change your ending.

Two bottles of coke,
standing cool and looking good,
ready to party.

Hot hidden sunset
sets oak silhouette a blaze,
with fierce fiery clouds.

The midnight hour’s gone,
and the night is just darkness,
and time all did sleep.