.TwiceADay.
Crowd surfing train rolls
over green leaved valley walls.
Bearable commute.
.SmokeyLaces.
Steam trains tunnel path
shoelace tugged from leather boot.
Rethread through next hole.
Showing posts with label commute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commute. Show all posts
Friday, 16 July 2010
Friday, 12 March 2010
Monday, 23 November 2009
haikus some more
.NationalRail.
Train crawls, at slow pace
snail trundles commuters home.
Unwanted patience.
.TightCoat.
Carefully wrapped up
Brown paper parcel in twine.
Man in soggy rain.
Train crawls, at slow pace
snail trundles commuters home.
Unwanted patience.
.TightCoat.
Carefully wrapped up
Brown paper parcel in twine.
Man in soggy rain.
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
more haikus
.ChristmasAngel.
My fairy sits proud,
pearching, top of christmas tree.
Above this bad crowd.
.Commute.
People wait for train.
Crowding together, a herd
of yearning sad cows.
.LieIn.
Turn slowly, bed creaks.
Lift head from warm snug pillow,
a nice long lie in.
.Winter.
Snow, the purest thing.
Covers all, those deep dark sins,
in this modern world.
.FatCats.
Purring, contented.
Lapping at the Jersey cream,
greed will make you fat.
.Facebook.
Another damn poke.
Why, wont you leave me alone,
this blasted facebook.
.ConfusingSmells.
Gah! Perfume adverts,
you never make any sense,
to describe your scents.
.DadDancing.
Dancefloor is empty.
Leaving me free, to freestyle.
Doing the robot.
.PanicCat.
Shock. Heart beats hard,
Attacker forced on me. No!
That damn bloody cat!
My fairy sits proud,
pearching, top of christmas tree.
Above this bad crowd.
.Commute.
People wait for train.
Crowding together, a herd
of yearning sad cows.
.LieIn.
Turn slowly, bed creaks.
Lift head from warm snug pillow,
a nice long lie in.
.Winter.
Snow, the purest thing.
Covers all, those deep dark sins,
in this modern world.
.FatCats.
Purring, contented.
Lapping at the Jersey cream,
greed will make you fat.
.Facebook.
Another damn poke.
Why, wont you leave me alone,
this blasted facebook.
.ConfusingSmells.
Gah! Perfume adverts,
you never make any sense,
to describe your scents.
.DadDancing.
Dancefloor is empty.
Leaving me free, to freestyle.
Doing the robot.
.PanicCat.
Shock. Heart beats hard,
Attacker forced on me. No!
That damn bloody cat!
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