Haiku Book

Two coffees, one tea,
gets me going each morning,
even if just to pee.

I enjoy simple,
sometimes that is just nature,
and to feel the breeze.

I have been busy,
with doing stuff in the house,
like chewing the doors.

Skeleton spiders,
and zombie snails, are the things,
that children find fun.

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

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.