Haiku Book

Time’s slipping away,
I wish it would, longer stay,
and think be less rushed.

A hole in the ground,
could go anywhere I know,
look down there and go.

The rain ran away,
through spring it played everyday,
and I did like that.

It was refreshing,
cool and wet and everywhere,
like a good old friend.

The heat has drained me,
and I am not coping well,
I just want to sleep.

The moon’s looking good,
an half moon clear in the sky,
and bright in the night.

Was it the hottest?
The sun glared hotly at me,
wilting my flowers.

Things around the world,
floods in Europe are so bad,
and other things too.

Is it the climate,
the changes that will soon come,
impacting up all?

The hot, hot weather,
makes me want to sleep a lot,
but not at bedtime.

Making some new friends,
and I like that, that is good;
I need a few more.

It is too darn hot,
and that is how the song goes.
the missus is not.

I am tuckered out,
and sleep comes far too easy,
I just close my eyes.

The music’s playing,
as I am writing here now,
it does help me here.

Opa Tsupa music,
it’s a lot of crazy fun,
and I do like it.

Mostly quiet now,
back at home and working hard,
and without the stress.

I’m feeling tired,
I over did it yesterday,
and I can feel it.

I am yawning large,
the kind that lock your jaw up,
with big gulps of air.

What a life it is,
all the things I find to do,
and some I shouldn’t.

It’s already here,
Wednesday, and the middle,
of a tiring week.

Many things to do,
but will I get them all done,
will I do just one?

I am being chased,
for this and that or something,
but I duck and dive.

I took some time out,
and walked across London twice,
and I walked eight miles.

I am only here,
writing this until someone,
likes my tweet today.

It could be awhile,
as they never get noticed,
or even liked much.

My coffee gets cold,
the tension is intense here,
waiting for a like.

I sip my coffee,
it’s just right and the taste’s good,
I think I’ll have more.

Not a dickie bird,
not a comment, nor a like,
well, I am bigger.

Jonah ate a whale,
one spoon at a time they say,
but it sounds fishy.

I’m up with the lark,
though he didn’t show today,
but I’m feeling good.

I did some study,
I did some music writing,
and I did a lot.

A mug of coffee,
is there beside me waiting,
like a faithful pet.

Time is so funny,
without it, it’s bad, with it,
it’s hard to control.

Cars rumble past me,
unseen and dulled, they gone by,
random but often.

I’m counting the days,
to finish just one thing now,
a song or a book.

It is Saturday,
shopping done and all wiped down,
time for a rest now.

The weather is bleak,
and warmer climates I seek,
sometime soon I hope.

Bees hoover around,
some nice flowers just outside,
a real busy time.

Peace it what I need,
peace of mind and character,
some serenity.

I value my time,
and I do invest in it,
things I like to do.

I have travelled far,
to the nearest, warmest star,
for a holiday.

The journey was good,
wrapped up in foil and cooked good,
but I didn’t mind.

I met some one there,
they were familiar too,
I can’t place the face.

Water’s cold and wet,
soaking like a cold moist swarm,
that invades my clothes.

Chocolate brownies,
looking good but they tumbled
off the bench and fell.

The day simply sunk,
lower and lower it went,
down to rock bottom.

I was comatose,
unable to think clearly,
and it almost hurt.

I took a long walk,
at pace and a good distance,
taking photographs.

That made it better,
it balanced the body well,
and made me tired.