Haiku Book

What is the message,
hidden in this line of text,
that will set me free?

There aren’t any words
the letter box is empty,
and the game’s over.

All the lights are out,
is there anybody home?
Maybe they’re sleeping.

The trouble with trains,
is they must follow behind,
a much slower train..

Light through the window,
falls on the page, with a breeze,
that lifts the paper.

I’m being bothered,
distracted with many things,
not of my making.

December is here,
and what will be next then, Christmas?
I can feel it too.

I like hot coffee,
and soon though it will cool down,
and I drink it cold.

The leave have all left,
and naked trees stand bewildered,
waving their bare limbs.

There are signs of hope.
in every poem written,
that is my intent.

Time will not stay long,
and strange that we call it names,
like a boring time.

There is much to do,
I need for time to finish,
and finish I must.

I work on one page,
and look to finish that soon,
and start the next one.

I’m on the lookout,
for a change in the future,
something that’s special.

The weather is cold,
and the wind is very bold,
and blows in my face.

I’m writing a book,
of my Haiku Poems soon,
and will publish it.

What is on my mind?
I struggle with that question,
for my mind is blank.

It is the weekend,
and I need a good long rest,
tucked up in bed’s best.

Situation stable,
and life line is not required,
just a little air.

Time does go so fast,
and it drags me a long too,
making me older.

It is time to stop,
put the pen down and retire,
and have a good sleep.

I’ll be fine tomorrow,
up at 6 and fighting fit,
ready for the day.

So it’s time to go,
snuggle down and catch some zees,
and dream surreal dreams.

We went to Stratford,
and it has changed a lot now,
and really quite nice.

I have fish and chips,
very tasty too, I loved it,
and will go back soon.

The shops were heaving,
with those huge Black Friday signs,
and some with discounts.

They’re resisting me,
the followers on Twitter,
they should follow back.

It’s feeling colder,
and Artic like I would say,
and start to shiver.

My shoes need changing,
left and right is right and left,
and I change my socks.

I am catching colds,
and then throwing them away,
otherwise healthy.

Whether it’s weather,
or just how it feels today,
but I’d say it’s cold.

I do not feel right,
in fact I am very left,
far left of my right.

I’m turning around,
but I do not make a sound,
but I get giddy.

Drink through paper straws,
or of course there are glass ones,
and stainless steel ones.

The things they think off,
it makes my head hurt it, it does,
like banana juice.