Government News BulletinInflation down lowest level yet,Dow Jones Index five points upMore people in work,Crime statistics at all time low,Youth unemployment down.Chocolate ration to be increasedNext month.
Pull this one.Alas! The misuse of modern technology.'Hi! Our records indicate that you qualifyFor a new boiler under a Government scheme'Beware of geeks bearing gifts.
Tedium or Te DeumThe days pass by so quickly now,Not much time to do anything.The dustbin men come and go,Brown bin this week, green one next,The window cleaner's here again,I'm sure he came only last week.Those kids should be back in school now.Hey up! That postman's late today.Is this how life is measured now?As Eliza Doolittle might have said:'What me? Not bloody likely!'Not if I've anything to do with it.
Sleepy Summer EveningLate swallows swoop and pipistrelles skitterTo and fro across the house, skimming the eaves.Against a soft darkening sky streaked with redGulls return to the bosom of mother sea.The smell of grass rises sweet on the damp air.While daisies quietly close their eyes in sleepThe blackbird sweetly sings a lullabyAnd I to bed until his reveille.
The school PromThe school prom, a spectacle of colour,Froth, finery, silks and tuxedos.Meanwhile, the wistful waif from the sweatshopPressed her ghostly nose against the glass,Looked in to see the undreamed happinessShe had enabled on six pence a day.
The GardenAs I walk down the garden blackbirds sing,A garden that is layer upon layerOf blackbirds, year after year after yearGiving me such permanence of pleasure.I see the robin who sings all seasons,Smell the roses and the honeysuckle.But most often I see you, in my mind,Playing hopscotch on the path. Sweet memory.
*High Sea Encounter*Ocean adventureJolly Roger flying highTime to walk the plank.Delice194119.11.14
Inkslingin' scribe’s meditationwhirling-dervish digits flyquixotic verse spun
Gaze Into the InfiniteThe reflections ofthese mirrored mirrors amazemy mind endlessly.
unexpected (miyoji)a momentunexpectedbrings light
Peace Trail needle-cushioned pathfootprints add up behind meday’s cares melt away
#MyDayInHaiku 2014-11-17old oak tree . . .watching Steller's jayscome and go
The lonesome roadI'm going aloneFor now I know, that no oneCan be called my home.
Long About SunsetThe train is coming,Steam whistle from down the hill.Herself returning!
down in the dark (miyoji)fending offinner darknesswith words
Palaeothic Art The mind in the cave At Altamira Paints rock face red with ochred Bison, horse, lion, Megafauna come to life. Yet in one corner The tiny stencilled hand print Says 'Kilroy was here'.