Oh the things you may see at times,
with your two little innocent eyes...
The sad poet
He rises from his bed, sad memories from the past...
Weeks of uncertainties
promises become more unreal...
Madam Speaker, please lend an ear
“I’m just a common Brexiteer...
voting to break free
from the European's noose...
I do recall, when life was sweet
we’d play hop-scotch upon the street...
Freewrite/ Rant
Will I ever stop being...
The Orchestra
The many instruments, each one playing their own...
Electronics, a blessing, or a curse?
You stuff them in your pocket, or purse, sometimes...
when trouble wears a face (haiku)
pull in their park space...
I wish the world
was not so cold...
The Muscovite’s are coming!
Excuse me, for you, not to fool, if I could, they...