Haiku Book

I found some nice stones,
when walking along the beach,
and collected them.

Was it wrong to do,
removing things from there,
and where they should be.

They are all differnt,
some white, some red and some black,
they all look so good.

I have a delight,
the moon clear like the noon sun,
so cool and pure bright.

I have another,
the dark wood of my guitar,
that just resonates.

The water is cold,
and flowing without stopping,
clear with a blue hint.

I cannot say much,
of the three cats that patrol,
that keep watch out side.

Please do not read this,
gloss over it and move on,
don’t give it a thought.

There’ll be a full moon,
at the end of the month soon,
in time for monsters.

It may be cruel,
but we must fight these monsters,
with lots of sweeties.

I don’t have a word,
for something unknown to me,
except to say ‘that’!

A tasty Club gold,
it’s that sweet white chocolate,
and crunchy biscuit.

It’s a dangerous place,
to have a munchies attack,
with goodies to hand.

They will disappear,
quicker than the munchies will,
and all will ne gone.

There’s no excuses,
it ‘s just unpardonable,
in a piggy way.

Music is playing,
whatever I do or I say,
let is be in song.

When easy is hard,
just step back and take a look;
have a cup of tea.

I’ve a strange feeling,
that I am missing something;
it’s usually right.

Peeling oranges,
for there is a huge demand,
for their juicy bits.

I left my shirts out,
on the line to dry last night,
and they were still there.

I gathered them in,
nice and dry and smelling fresh,
now to iron them.

I have been spending,
and I got a drum machine,
that is very neat.

There is some tension,
to every bow I have held,
it’s a real drawback.

Shopping and some stuff,
I really don’t remember,
it went in a blur.

I’m not a gambler,
but I did win a little,
and then I spent it.

It is a rest day,
I want to take it easy,
and just watch some films.

Maybe eat ice cream,
and popcorn, crisps and biscuits,
wash down with cola.

Friday was a blast,
an IED of a day,
that leaves me reeling.

My ears are buzzing,
and I stagger off somewhere,
away from Friday.

It’s such a big yawn
the jaws think, shall we lock it,
but they hesitate.

Sleeping in my chair,
the dreams changing with each snooze,
six or seven times.

Just after my lunch,
a tiredness overtook me,
and I fell asleep.

The dream felt so real,
it felt like work of a sort,
before I woke up.

The rain was falling,
like an autumn mist it hung,
falling but hanging.

I have a great hope,
to one day to get it right,
and find my marbles.

I can’t write a word,
without others following,
seeking a story,

Letters unopened,
lay scattered on the carpet,
like fall autumn leaves.

It’s getting harder,
to push this old cardboard box,
full of used notebooks.