Haiku Book

A coffee dinner,
is a real diet winner,
but it’s not for me.

I slide down a pole,
and through a very tight hole,
to the ground below.

I wonder I do,
should I win a million,
will I still write these.

Ofcourse I’ll keep on,
writing Haiku everyday,
that’s my thing, my way.

Let’s hope I do win,
that’s will be a miracle,
and I will thank God.

I’ve landed on earth,
with a very heavy fall,
right into doo doo.

The fishing is good,
they seem to like this strange bait,
a few get away.

I’m not a angler,
I do not have an angle,
in my old wallet.

It is code yoyu know,
the message has now been sent,
the password’s the same.

We got your scribbles
yes to the number seven!
Number one’s a no.

That will make it right,
if right is left and left down,
is up right, or not.

The puzzle flew west,
and the pieces are scattered,
so do what you can .

It’s Sunday today,
the sun did come out to play,
for a little while.

I went for a walk,
with my camera ready,
but without a film.

it is an oldie,
no codes or digitals,
just dials and things.

Next week’s in nearby,
knocking on poor Monday’s door,
even though there’s time.

Give it a rest,eh!
Back off will yer, stupid work,
you just pay the bills.

Strange, when you drink tea,
and kind out you made coffee,
it can be a shock.

I’m drawing the line,
right here and right now, just see,
I have drawn a line.

The air is heavy,
dank with dampness, dark and dire,
in the twightlight hour.

I’m making it up,
every word and sentence here,
it is all made up.

I sit here writing,
do it quick and do not think,
just check the spelling.

Please give your yes vote,
click the button on the right,
or was it the left?

There isn’t a book,
the poems are not that good,
at least I think so.

I’m painting boxes,
wooden boxes and it’s fun,
with random artwork,

I cannot help it,
mix the colours with coffee,
and just slap it on.

Saturday today,
and I’m up and out shopping,
and back for breakfast.

Vaccine day today,
and I had the jab today,
so what’s next I ask.

A monster’s just come,
she terrorises everything,
and will unpack all.

i swirl all the way,
dizzy I am feeling it,
until the bottom.

The alphabet’s there,
every letter standing proud,
in a group like words.

Though they do not speak,
they can say alot really,
with the right guidance.

I didn’t sleep well,
for I was greatly disturbed,
by a small monster.

Eventually I slept,
and woke refreshed at seven,
to hear the alarm.

The ligth flooded in,
as the sun split the curtains,
it’s rays dazzling me.

I had some breakfast,
my fast was just one short night,
but needed breaking.

Work was waiting there,
on my laptop, begging me,
to log in and start.

Well it’s over now,
and I’m glad it is, you know,
weekend and all that.

The weather was great,
little birds sang joyfully,
and daffoldils bloomed

It could be Thor’s day,
for it follows Odin’s day,
before Freyer’s day.

Norse mythology,
how did it so embedded,
into our culture.

A real Viking thing,
attack and assimulate,
and go un-noticed.

Those horn clad helmets,
and those thick seal fur jackets,
and a sword and shield.

Well good luck to them,
and all their kind that follow,
most walking unknown.

I found the old notes,
and knew I had messed up bad,
it’s worse ’cause I know.

Yes, the bins went out,
they didn’t get it at all,
they just stood waiting.

The sunset later,
then it did last evening ,
and will do again.

The spring is coming,
you can hear its boing, boing, boing,
echoing along.

All the bird love it,
they sing for joy of it’s warmth,
and it’s lighter days.

Well I’ll keep writing,
more and more rubbih like this,
without a real plan.

The rain kept falling,
even once it stopped it fell,
drip after drip, drip.

The weather is nice,
good for ducks and those fellows,
yes, that pair of swans.

The fence is not straight,
they say it’s a little bent ,
and tends the wrong way.

The newpaper pile,
got down to it’s last paper,
not much of a pile.

They say it’s Chews day,
I chose to chew on Tuesday,
some pink bubble gum.

I admit I’m wrong,
’cause I could not name that song,
with a single note.

It never is good,
to feel like squashed tomatoes,
in a real ketchup.

The salads gone off,
with rabbits like an old friend,
eaten not beaten.

The weather is tame,
mild as a grizzly bear cub,
without it’s mother.

The telegraph pole died,
it stood so still like marble,
not saying a thing.

It’s original,
one of a kind like a ball,
that’s just kicked around.

Well the pen is dry,
and the well is dry as well,
and it felt like ‘ell.

Do not applaud this,
unless, like, me, you’re alone,
then scream it out loud.

Maybe I’ll hear you,
or maybe you will hear me,
unless we’re screaming.

I’m feeling asleep,
it is easy just like pie,
tasty when it’s hot.

Nonsense everywhere,
laiy it out like newspaper,
that’s just blown away.

Don’t try to catch it,
let it fly like so many,
unfinished poems

I really don’t care,
if these poem as artwork,
are ever well known.

It’s raining outsdie,
and rain falls like silver streaks,
in the cars head lights.

I’m drinking coffee,
and it’s as black as the night,
and held in a mug.

I am thinking slpw,
and I’m also thinking fast,
it’s so confusing.

I feel the day’s gone,
the sun shone as bright as day,
and then went away.

And the rains did come,
cold and wet like winter chills,
that run you inside.

The evening is here,
and dull like distant thunder,
calls the morrow on.

Tempations may come,
sin like as a promise lost,
and dragging regret.

Best to stay away,
from the tempters path that’s wide,
and not easly missed.

The day is so long,
it comes and so soon it’s gone,
bidding me farewell.

It’s a windy day,
maybe something I’ve eaten,
so keep your distance.

No, a windy day.
the clouds rush across the sky,
letting the sun shine.

I boughht a few shelves,
small and neat to put things on,
and get shown off well.

Some small model cars,
and some carvings from Egypt,
and some little ducks.

Yesterday was hard,
it’s left me so exhausted,
what a week it’s been.

I’ve started painting,
a simple box with some trees,
on a small landscape.

It relaxes me
just some old watercolours,
found in an old box.

It’s started something,
and has got me thinking big,
why not, let me dream.