The sky is light blue,
It’s a good morning for sure,
It is expectant!
I think silence works,
At least today, say little.
It that possible?
As complex as simple is.
Random thoughts of mine
The sky is light blue,
It’s a good morning for sure,
It is expectant!
I think silence works,
At least today, say little.
It that possible?
It’s my closing shot,
So Man U beat them three one,
Penalties do count!
I am feeling rich,
Counting the pennies I have,
In my piggy bank.
TV is switched off,
So I think, then it’s back on,
Its got its own mind.
Pochettino’s ban,
For his animated stuff,
Upset at set back.
No Brexit effects,
So Gare de Nord work to rule
Just one of those things.
Momentum breeches,
And Corbyn supporters fined,
What’s wrong with Labour?
Woody Johnson’s plea,
Don’t let chlorine chicken loose,
And derail a deal.
I’ve got PM blues,
Lots of bum notes no real tune,
A lot of clatter.
I’m not keeping score,
Happy just to let it run,
Like it’s just for fun.
Once upon a day,
I got lazy, couldn’t stay,
I just went away.
That was long ago,
In my care free days, no more!
I’m glad for these days.
Conservatives, No!
Labour, not a chance in hell!
Bring in contenders.
Mrs May no more!
I have really had enough,
Move it, get on out!
Division party,
Dividing the country in two,
Without a real plan.
The rain in the pond,
Falls in many small circles,
Rhytmic splatter sounds.
Sun on the water,
Its bright glare, I close my eyes.
I feel the lights warmth.
The sky is so blue,
Just cloudless in its blueness,
The sun rides it hard.
Greasy Gray will pay,
Starting with 2 billion,
Bribing poor places.
From bad to the worst,
This Brexit mis-planning stinks,
The impacts pile up.
And what of Labour?
Anti-Semitic at heart.
Ineffective group.
It is just for fun
One a day Haiku, that’s it!
My daily challenge.
Three things I must do,
Read three chapters, write my book,
And upload my blog.
There’s much to be done,
And that’s all within its time.
The door closes shut!
Man with a guitar,
Tidy dressed in black and cap.
Whose this character?
Bank balance demands,
That I work to top it up.
It takes interest.
Look out at the light,
Of the moon on a clear night,
Posing unblinking.