some haikus

.Foods.
Tonguing out food grit
Probing teeth for flavours
when did I eat that?

.SunshinePlease.
Lazy tree grows slow
waiting for better weather.
Leans limp against fence.

A haiku

.RoofTiles.
Rattling matchboxes,
Houses seem small against gales.
Curled up safe within.

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.

a haiku

.StupidWeather.
Umbrella army
like field of soggy toadstools.
Eye height metal spikes.

haiku once more

.DamnThisWeather.
Drifting towards me
following their slow purpose.
Bad mood cloud above.

yet another haiku

.IHateTheWeather.
Hail like sugarlumps,
splosh into filling puddles.
None in my tea thanks.

snow haiku

.NewTV.
Snow crunches down, like
polystyrene packaging
from a new TV.

some more haikus

.ThereIsAlwaysOne.
Silently they fall,
snowflakes glide down. one goes 'Weeeeee'.
There is always one.

.WaterTorture.
Drips erratically
like a broken shower head,
this rainstorm will pass.

.CorrFitty!.
Woman in glasses,
looking over top of specs.
Take me to bed now.

.SnooSnoo.
Amazon woman,
dominant, tall, sexy, strong.
Take me for Snoo Snoo.

.Hyperactive.
Haribo eaten,
can smell colours, time changes.
This is my Taris.

.Butterface.
Want to take you home,
Sexy body, Butterface.....?
Am i drunk enough?

haikus

.DiggingUpTheGarden.
Muddy lump in ground,
are you a Saxon spearhead?
Or just a small stone?

.OutsideShower.
Rain pours hard, downwards.
Attacks the ground with a splat,
like a huge cowpat.

haikus

.MyIdealCarpet.
Freshly laid tarmac.
Squishy underfoot, smelly,
like a warm cowpat.

.I'mSuperman.
Storm rages down hail,
bouncing off me, like bullets.
I am Superman

more haikus

.SpringRain.
Drizzle splutters down,
like fine sieved icing sugar,
covers thoroughly.

.Awkward.
Hey, good looking. Mmmm
your ass is fine. Gah! Abort!
Friends younger sister!

.SimplePleasure.
Cold side of pillow.
Comforting to my warm skin,
like fresh underpants.

.ShowerFall.
Rainfall dampens all,
soft comforting rhythmic sound.
My soul meditates.

.Milf.
That older woman,
bends over her desk, reveals
why she is a milf.

.Snooker.
White rolls up on prey.
By suprise knocked in pocket,
potted that red ball.

some more haikus

.WeatherReport.
Pretty weather girl.
Brightens up my day, unlike
this crappy weather.

.DressSense.
'What are you wearing?!?'
'Its just something I threw on.'
'What did you do? Miss?'

another winter haiku

.IcyRoad.
Grit lorry, spreads load.
Skipping like marbles down road,
scratching all the cars.

streetlight haiku

.OrangeGlow.
Rain drops on window
twinkle soft, like fairy lights.
through the streetlight glow

bus stop

Shivering.
Fed up of waiting.
Cold bus stop

Thunderstorm

Above the sky gets dark, sitting on the window ledge of my bedroom, feet resting tippi toed against the conservatory roof. I sip my tea and watch the weather change as the storm begins to build up, the tempertaure turns cold, as it creeps across like the draft through a leaky letterbox.

Lightening flashes behind the houses silluetting them like spectators at a firework display. The rain rattles in the distance and creeps across like a opening stage curtain at the start of the show, until every sound is drenched in the downpour.

It cools with the rain, goosepimples tickle up my arms, yet perched on my window ledge its still warm from the heat that the house has collected.

To the right of me Cardiff city centre fades into a pale orange flourencent milkshake glow.
The storm sets in, and now like a child in my mothers arms i watch nature show its fury from the safety of my bedroom.

Gulls fly in the cool air gliding, deaf to the crashing thunder as dogs bark scared.

Once mother nature has said her piece, she gently fades away moves over.

Cardiff is fresh and pure, ready to dirty itself once more.

The Cold Weather

I can’t have a door open it has to be closed, and I walk through the house making sure all the doors are closed. The reason I have to have the doors closed is because of drafts, I can feel drafts, I mean it if there is a draft anywhere in the house I can feel it. One arm hair stands on end and I have to find and stop that draft. Walking around the house opening and re-closing and locking all the doors and windows firmly, trying to track down this draft, it drives me nuts.
What also annoys me, is my size, you have to sort of sleep diagonally so you fit, so over the course of my life I’ve learnt how to sleep perfectly now sometimes my foot might fall out from the bottom of my bed and a draft will snake its way up my bed and up my leg and will entice me from my dream, to come find out where this draft is coming from.

more haikus

.EmptyLife.
Busy man has no
time, for what he holds so dear.
Will end up lonely

.WetSummer.
Soggy damp with rain,
puddles forming, blocked are drains.
squelching shoes not nice.

.SinkingBelow.
Silent as a stone,
skimming along the water.
slowly sinking down.

.SummersDay.
Birds chirping in trees,
grass itching at my pink knees.
A quaint summers day.

.Storm.
Thunder overhead,
flash boom, the house does shudder.
Hard rain rattles roof.

.DriftWood.
Floating down river,
breeze makes my back a shiver
whoops I've lost an oar.

.WashAway.
Pebble on beach,
tides come, slowly wash away
all my fears and dreams.

.SelfHarm.
Hate rising inside.
Surface splits to release pain,
Blood flows like lava.