Haiku Book

The quests are leaving,
it is good to see them go,
and good to see them.

Now to tidy up
then to put the rubbish out,
and do washing up.

I went for a walk,
before they awoke I went,
and then crept back in.

It’s good to get out,
and feel the air in your lungs,
and cold on your face.

A recovery,
that is so necessary,
following last night.

I staggered downstairs,
in a dreamlike of stupor,
looking for coffee.

The world was quiet,
apart from the buzzing i heard,
from within my ears.

The coffee did help,
at least on the second mug,
it started to work.

Boris called today
in a rage about his hair,
gelled from back to front.

On his high, high horse,
got a party coming soon,
so, needs helping hands.

The party’s down the pan,
without a leg to totter on,
and drowning quickly.

The ceiling’s spinning,
so are the walls around him,
and closing in quick.

Reason is defied,
season greetings are finished,
everyone goes home.

Well, I’m nearly there,
the mountain’s climbed over time,
and now there’s none left.

I’m scooping ice cream,
into little wafer cones,
with flake chocolates.

The BBQs gone,
all cleaned and packed away,
with ten sausages.

Thinking of summer,
and warmer sunnier days,
and no Omicron.

I’ve saddled my horse,
and I’m ready to ride out,
and leave this old town.

I am in a state,
and not sure which way is out,
but best go one way.

I’m looking for one,
and something good and tasty,
to keep me hungry.

I’m selling domains,
so get them while they’re hot though,
for they won’t last long.

My pen leaked today,
and made a mess on the page,
like an inky poo.

Sleep is chasing me,
from room to room like a game,
I’m too tired to play.

Kicking a football,
in the kitchen is not good,
gets me in trouble.

Scrambling the codes,
to make it look like a song,
in another tongue.

I can help myself,
I’m falling through the white clouds,
of the morning dreams.

I was so hungry,
and with food all around me,
but I couldn’t eat.

I’m pacing myself,
a little here, a lot there,
and most in between.

It’s a rainy day.
the wetness of the pavements shine,
in the bright street lamps.

I write on Twitter,
some of things I’ve written here,
if I think they’re good.

If only I could,
maybe I would do it more,
and be good at it.

The truth is, I’m not,
and that is the part that hurts,
if I’m not trying.

I watch time go by,
and like the rest who watch too.
I know there is less.

In these holidays,
I will seek to do much more,
and finish something.

I hope I can win,
a little luck with something soon,
to let me breath free.

It’s hard to recall,
how the time has simply gone,
from one place to next.

Bring back the good times,
the times of carefree parties,
and conversations.

Bring back the normal,
whatever normal is now,
will it be the same?

I am feeling cold,
it isn’t just the weather,
it’s something inside.

A misty evening,
the trees ghost like and creeping,
across horizons.

A night for horsemen,
headless and thirsty to kill,
with their heads rolling.

Family Christmas time,
and it really was today,
some from far away.

It’s good to catch up,
say and hello and all that,
and see where it goes.

Well I have survived,
the time away having fun,
though I’ve had my fill.

Back to a hotel,
to rest and relax at 4,
in the morning though.

The sun came to play,
but we just turned it away,
on this winters day.

The sky became clear,
and serene like summer seas
so blue and so still.

I cupped it’s blueness,
in my hands and let it flow,
through my warmth fingers.

I will grab the sun,
and hold it close to my breast,
to feel it heat there.