over the rainbow
we live our dreams and wishes
but we never stay
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Goodnight
Whispered endearments
prolong the moment until
he has to leave her.
Her mother calls her
to come in and to close the door
as it's getting cold.
She looks embarrassed
and tells him 'sorry' as she
closes the street door.
He is frustrated:
In love at only fifteen
years old really sucks.
Tomorrow at school
they'll find time somehow to be
alone together.
Age
He laughs at himself
In photos that were taken
Many years ago
He looks so young that
It's hard to believe that he
Was that youthful once.
The passing years sit
Heavily on his shoulders
Like his memories.
Alone now he waits
To join his long-deceased wife
In eternity.
Make a choice, choose to
be happy, quit whinging, or
you'll go insane, m'kay?
Play
Rain stops play except
For young kids in Wellingtons
Who splash in puddles
Thunderstorm coming
Everyone's rushing back home
Before lightning strikes
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Smile
Every night she
Removes her smile and leaves it
Soaking in water
And in the morning
She gratefully returns it
To her toothless mouth
Reach
Chubby fingers stretch
For equally chubby toes
Just out of her reach
Snow-covered picnic
Table begins its long wait
For summer follies
Litter
Ugly scars despoil
Roadside verges and hedgerows
Across the country
Ignorant drivers
Carelessly toss their rubbish
Anywhere they like
Why such laziness?
Our once green and pleasant land
Is not anymore
Haiku, haiku, how
I wonder how to compose
you, 'cause this is poo.
Naïve
By a certain age
The ways of childhood should have
Been left behind you
Somehow, though this fact
Appears to have escaped you
And childlike you stay
Not that its all bad:
Your naivety brings
A smile to my face
Morning, never a
good time to be an arse, but
then, when is? Never.
It's not an art-form,
it's an arse-form, you complete
arse! Sheesh. Some people!
Love
My heart can't cope with
the sheer abundance of love
it has to give you
I offer my soul,
my life and my devotion
to make you happy
Drag
Make-up applied and
Suitable clothes plus a wig
Turn him into her.
Should this thread die away
due to lack of interest?
No, I don't think so!
January blues
Follow Christmas and New Year
Over indugence
Ironing laundry
Will never be my hobby
Life can be boring
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Who expects insult
Will probably find just that
In every word
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
Patience strained
To breaking point and beyond.
Damn stupid people!
Baking, as in life
Can often end in cupcakes
Lacking sweet icing
Time to try again
Poetry is my release
Will my poems make sense?
Haikus never do
Silly and nonsensical
Such a waste of time
We used to go to
Cedar Point when I was a
Little kid. Not now.
My bed is lonely
Insomnia is a bitch
But things could be worse
My mate waits for me
Ready to welcome me back
When sleep comes for me
:D 
(write more haiku please!)
