some haikus

.SunDial.

Shadows stretch, yawning
stood up disappear rising sun.
Return after shift.

.RareInSummersSun.

Zebra stripped shadows
nestling behind trees safe.
Hunted by bright sun.

.Forts.

Daises fortified
within town planning cluster.
Our aerial view.

.ColouringBook.

These greens seem more gray
help me colour them vibrant.
Through patient loving.

.MoveOut.

Point at any house
will turf out the occupants.
We can make a home.

haikus

.YearlyChange.
Autumn colour change
highlighter through green.
Pages fall from spine.

.Blown.
Chimney releases
smoke blown horizontally.
Flat line signature.

haikus

.ColourWheel.
Pub decor range in
many browns, blur into one,
as i down more drinks.

.BumbleFlake.
Snowflake angrily
bangs hard against the window.
Like a Bumble bee.

snooker

now is snooker a racist game?

the way I see it is this, you're the white ball and your aim is always to try to put the colours down and you save the black to last, so its just the white left on the table. You score more for potting the black, so you always try to pick on the black, working your way around the table, picking off the reds, yellow and brown. Continuing to knock down the black, for a higher score, no wonder some still have a chip on their shoulders. The white ball knocks about the table and comes to a halt and knocks all those colours out of the way like the start of the expanision of the Empire, going about and bulleying the non whites of the table.

some more haikus

.AutumnSun.
Low hung winter sun.
Fire, food and shelter made,
tasks for today done.

.AutumnColours.
Winters colour range,
tea brown to brittle yellow.
Bleached by the low sun.