Haiku Book

There’s a drip, drip, drip,
a sound from outside somewhere,
and a tap, tap, tap.

Do you want to buy,
this site and all it has on it,
and own for yourself?

I’m not sure I would,
even if I could that is,
and it won’t happen.

The puddle grew big,
where does the water come from,
Jim thought for a while.

It’s getting harder,
harder everyday that is,
to do all I can.

So, what is it then?
Peter asked curiously.
trying hard to see,

Sarah closed the box,
and pulled it away from him,
so he could not see.

She then opened it.
Inside there was a large egg,
sky blue and speckled.

What is it? He asked,
A dragons egg, we took it,
so we can train them.

Peter thought a bit,
then said, “so we can fight them”
He still was not sure.

The thistles are out,
purple flowers looking good,
and attracting bees.

The glass is half full,
it always has been for me,
but it’s never full.

The sun is shining,
so brightly through the closed blinds,
where trees shadows play.

I live in the now,
for this moment, I’m present,
looking all around.

I go with bare feet,
in the house and in the street,
I would say, ‘It’s neat!”

Tea and coffee cold,
they have waited, both, too long,
but still taste so good.

It is Saturday,
and there are films on TV,
I can only watch.

The work’s left undone,
and lay in piles in the room,
sometimes they move on.,

I turn their pages,
and something comes to my mind,
that is scribbled down.

Some say it’s lucky,
others harbour doubts, and some fear,
Friday the thirteenth.

Here’s some simple things,
that may help you get along,
and be much better.

If you don’t pursue,
what you really want in life,
you will not get it.

If you do not ask,
the answer’s always the same,
and that answer’s no.

If you don’t step out,
you will not go anywhere,
but stay where you are.

I was exhausted,
from just one day in London,
but it was so hard.

I’m collecting thoughts,
but just my own thoughts, that is,
and taking stock now.

The path less trodden,
can be full of prickly thorns,
but also lovely.

The nights are moon less,
where has it gone I wonder,
I hope it comes back.

Into London town,
and travelled the Central Line,
and I got a seat.

Twitter is better,
I now get a few more likes,
four or five that’s it.

My music is fun,
all the songs are coming on,
and I’m feeling it.

I’m rolling the die,
the plural for dice they say,
they should know better.

There’s something today,
I would have done, but I’m glad,
I didn’t do it.

It was a work thing,
but the surroundings just stank,
like so much bullshit.

The coffee is hot,
it is good, strong and has taste,
and a bitter bite.

I’m feeling better
the sun came out and shouted,
“Can’t you just feel me!”

The grass grows longer,
and soon I’ll have to cut it,
along with the weeds.

There’s a little bird,
in the morning says hello,
that’s so beautiful.

Thoughts like water flow,
down the stream with those pooh sticks,
underneath the bridge.

I want younger days,
when I roamed and travelled much,
it really was fun.

The days go so fast,
but the months are catching up,
and will be gone soon.

The wind in the trees,
seem to laugh like the jackal’s,
hunting down their prey,

The colours do change,
with every move of the day,
and the changing light.

These are random thoughts,
without the rhyme or reason,
that make them seem sense.