I’m looking for them,
Those few words that run away,
Somewhere last weekend.
“What’s your point?”, I ask.
Staring at the pencil hard,
2B, maybe not.
I draw a thick line,
And to me that is 2B,
And then I smudge it.
Category: Thoughts
Random thoughts of mine
Sat 25/04/20 I am Just Waiting
I am just waiting,
For fortune to shine on me,
And rest in its glow.
I am just waiting,
For my dream job to come home,
I’ll write and travel.
I am just waiting,
For the pennies all to roll,
In unending streams.
Sat 25/04/20 Spring Thoughts
Spring and freshly green,
Frequently and breeze kissed seen,
Leaves verdant imprints.
Blue as the clear sky,
Pale by the suns brilliance,
The playground of clouds.
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.
Tues 21/04/20 Henry the Cat
Henry the cat sat,
On his throne by the front door,
Waiting for the post.
He only moved twice,
Once to feed and twice to sleep,
But never to poo.
Henry was a fat cat,
‘Cause he ate but never shat,
And that’s why he’s fat.
The mice called him names,
Blow raspberries and much more,
If I understood.
Thurs 27/02/20
I’m counting pennies,
Standing in the pouring rain,
One, two, three and more.
I’m travelling now,
To somewhere and then come back,
The journey’s the fun.
I’m making mistakes,
And they’re easier to do,
Then getting it right.
Paddle in puddles,
Feel that wet coldness get you,
Oh, clinging to you.
Sat 22/02/20
What the barman saw,
Under the bar last evening,
Is something so gross!
Maybe, it is now,
And maybe it ain’t. We’ll see!
When we go under.
The darkness surrounds,
Closing in like a thick fog,
Chilling to the bone.
There’s a quietness,
Eerie and haunting down there,
Like a dripping tap.
And so we returned,
And pledged to not speak a word,
Of what we saw there.
To be continued…….
Mon 27/01/20
Stark reality,
Struck me so hard this morning,
Makes me think again.
What is important,
To keep that and keep it well,
Make a difference.
Sunday 26/01/20
Crumbs on the table,
Where biscuits once were waiting,
To be dipped in tea.
The tea’s sweet and black,
And its warmth flows like comfort,
On a winters day.
Thurs 23/01/2020
Mobile lay lonely,
Forgotten and left behind,
Remembered all day.
The coughing caught me,
In many random fits and starts,
I must out run this.