On a day like today
There is little I can say
There is little I can write
On a day like today
Just a tear
On my face
That expresses my feelings
A moistness
In my eyes
For a day like today.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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On a day like today
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Haiku: ‘Twelve’ by Graeme Sandford
Christmas: Day One dawns...
A bird of some kind... with 'tree!'
What is going on?
Day Two... What's in store?
More birds (but, no more 'pear' trees)
NB: Get Bird Seed.
Day Three: More wildfowl!
Now getting beyond a joke;
What next, I wonder.
Day Four: Learning French;
Having to build aviary;
Need some counseling!
Day Five: Delivery;
By two security men
In armoured vehicle!
Day Six: Pawned the rings;
Bought a good set of ear muffs;
Honking, Squawking birds!
Day Seven: Enough!
What can I do with these swans?
I can't eat the things?
Day Eight: What! For real?
It's like that old Christmas song
I'm not taking this!
Day Nine: All sorted.
Restraining Order granted;
Refused the Dancers!
Day Ten: Went to beach.
Left a note on my front door:
'Not today, thank you!'
Day Eleven: Birds gone.
They flew, waddled, swam, were sold;
And, 'peace' now returns.
Day Twelve: Knock at door!
"You ungrateful little sh..."
"Sorry, just moved in."
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Wal-ku 7 (on walkies – Stones & Words) by Vega
Vega:
“A’cemetery?’
Is that where ‘dead’ people go?
And they become bones?”
#vegathedoggerelpoet
Haiku: ‘Ten!’ by Graeme Sandford
“Ten!”
The ‘End’ is nigh!
“Nine!”
The destruction of our race!
“Eight!”
“Help us, oh Lord!”
“Seven!”
What to do?
“Six!”
We just haven’t a clue!
“Five!”
Make love to you?
“Four!”
Kiss ass ‘goodbye?’
“Three!”
You mustn’t see me cry.
“Two!”
It’s almost time!
“One!”
Don’t want to die!
“Zero!”
Au revoir cruel world!
“Zero…!” (Click) “Restart!”
“Ten!”
What? ‘Ten!’ Again!
“Nine!”
Are you having a laugh?
“Eight!”
This is stupid!
“Seven!”
It’s faulty!
“Six!”
I’ll have to take it back.
“Five!”
‘Early Warning!’
“Four!’”
A bit worried.
“Three!”
In fact, a ‘lot’ worried!
“Two!”
Where shall I hide?
“One!”
I can’t decide!
“Zero!”
Farewell my life, my…
“Zero…!” (Click!) “Restart!”
“Ten!”
Right! That’s ‘it!’
“Ten!”
It’s definitely wrong!
“Ten!”
Bl**dy device!
“Ten!”
Oh, give me strength!
“Ignition! You are now dead.”
…………………………………….
“April Fool!”
What the…………!
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Re: Reverse Reverse Haiku – I Will Try One Two (three four) – And See Just What I Can Do.
Days, forty, of rain, indeed –
Outside, just waiting;
Leave our high spirits dampened.
Indeed, rain of forty days
Waiting just outside;
Dampened spirits ‘hi!’ our leave.
Leave our high spirits dampened.
Outside, just waiting
Days, forty, of rain, indeed!
Dampened spirits ‘hi!’ our leave:
Waiting just outside,
In deed, rain of forty days.
NB thanks to Caroljforrester for the idea of Revesing a Haiku G:)
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A Day in Hong Kong (Part the One)
A Day in Hong Kong (Part the One)
If I were in England now
– Which I’m not –
The day outside would appear grey
And drab and not that hot.
But this is Hong Kong!
And I know that it’s warm
And humid outside…
Oh, yes.
One misty, moisty morning, just as the sun was up there somewhere…
And travelling the streets of this smoggy city
Is fun – and we know that somewhere above is the sun
There is a hustle
And a bustle
As workmen lash bamboo scaffolding together with string
And shops begin to rise after their late-night early-morning trading
On the MTR, though, it is clean
And efficient
And clean
And, did I mention
Efficient?
Back on the street the word is ‘Excuse me,sir…’
And, no, I do not want to buy a suit…
Neither do I need a watch.
Or a suit… Or a watch…
No, thank you, I’m not a suit-wearing man
Ready this afternoon, you say…
How nice, but, please take my advice
As a refusal often offends
Don’t ask me if I’d like to buy a suit…
Or a watch… As I don’t
And I won’t…
So, on to the Ferry across the Mersey…. Oops, got that wrong.
Hong Kong Harbour it is and not the place of the aforementioned song.
Wrong Song!
Seu Lon Qew
So, long queue for the Peak Tram to reach the heights
To rise up above the smog and see the…
Smog from above!
But, we are trying up use every form of transport that is available to us.
Tram and train, ferry and bus, using our Oyster Card – here it’s an Octopus!
Walking is an option, feet to the ground
If an escalator to terra firma – that we are seeking –
Can ever be found.
Lunch; and as translating menus can take up such time,
We choose Vietnamese food – because, the element of supplies is no crime.
TBC
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Iffy by Graeme Sandford
When you are tired
And near expired
When your brain is a fuddle
And your thoughts all a muddle
When left and right are barely known
And the means to speak you do not own
When your eyes are closing with a snap!
When your want is for bed and a little nap
When you have lots to do but you can’t think what
When you are making coffee with an extra extra extra shot
When you spill the water, the milk, the lot
When you wished that you’d gone early to bed
When the toast you burnt is more charcoal than bread…
You’ll be nearly awake, my son.
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April the 28th – ‘Lifted’ by Graeme Sandford
Lifted
I press a button lightly…
It’s not for a place that I want to go
But, I’d love to press it firmly
And to be taken where know not I do not know.
I press a button firmly…
The one I always press, it is just so
Always the game, always the same choice
The decision made, not lightly, I listen to the voice inside of me
And choose to keep the choice the same.
One day, I will press the other button
And see where It takes me
One day I will travel to a distant land…
But, for now, I shall keep to the known path
That takes me to my present destination…
But, one day…
Remember Remember
At the break of the day,
And at the setting of the sun;
At the approach of the darling buds of May
When all is lost or won
When push comes to shove
And minds and hearts to love
Then shall you be free
To choose to win to lose
For as you walk along the valley of the shallow half-breath
You shall fear no-one
And none this day shall be afear’d
That lie abed and count themselves unlucky to have been so.
For those that have gone
Those that are
And those yet to be
Or not
May we be truly thankful
Numerically Speaking by Graeme Sandford
To quench my thirst
Took more than I reckoned
But, a thought occurred –
If I travelled North
Forthwith
And learned a few obscure guitar licks
It would be heaven.
But, as a downright reprobate
I should be fine
– if… And when.
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