Haiku Book

The cold days will come,
if you think it’s cold today,
we had better wrap up.

The clouds fill the sky,
and the stars and moon ask why,
“Why can’t we be seen?”

Tension on the wire,
as the fat pigeons sit there,
and just seem to stare.

I’m courting danger,
that’s another name for her,
yes, of course, my wife.

On another trip,
to see what its really like,
on the other side.

Into London Town,
and across it twice today,
there and coming back.

I have made a plan.
and I have kept it simple,
so I can do it.

The plan’s to do stuff,
the things I need to finish,
I just have to try.

The sky’s a light grey,
most trees stand outside naked,
and a robin sings.

A guitar playing,
sweet and intoxicating,
rhythms of the night.

The words like the lines,
it holds them as they follow,
a good guiding hand.

I took my guitar;
held it tightly to my chest,
and it is all right.

Time is not our friend,
filled with opportunities,
we must always chase.

Funny things happen,
if you like a good old time,
and out on the town.

Folded page corners,
show that special page that’s marked,
to find that something.

It’s three steps forward,
and then back two, but progress,
that is hard to see.

I’m waiting in line,
the queue’s like a tired snake,
stuck under a rock.

The weather is cool,
with showers of golden leaves,
and hopes of good times.

The scene from the cafe,
like as old Western movie,
somewhere in London.

My music profile:
cloudy with some rain later;
puddles resonate.

I’m hiding away,
keeping quiet secretly,
playing Candy Crush.

The rain falls lightly,
almost unseen like a mist,
that coldly wets you.

Just after the dawn,
there is a beautiful light,
that brings things alive.

The autumn leaves fall,
golden brown like little birds,
flying to the ground.

Did the grave yard shift,
Kensal Green cemetery,
where Brunel resides.

‘So, what’s for dinner?’
‘How much do you have darling?’
“Hang on, and I’ll check.’

Riding the train home,
through darken scenes with some lights,
and music playing.

The bus was delayed,
and in fact it never came,
so I just walked home.

The drums are beating,
in the night like they’re calling,
people to come eat.

It is feeling cold,
the wind bites like a nipper,
and laughs at your pain.

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Get off your backside,
and do something worth doing,
that will pay the bills.

Shuffling the cards,
and cutting them at halfway,
at twenty six cards.

I fancy a game,
nothing fancy mind, you know,
Just a kick around.

The weather’s turning,
from cool, to chilly to cold,
but not back again.