The late days of Summer

A Haiku

Those last late days of summer,

a last chance to make memories,

so warm and sweet to touch…


No pain, no gain

A tale of perseverance in life

No, Pain, no gain,

it’s what the life coaches say.

Perserverance and tenacity,

the keys to a free and fullfilling life.

No job left half done,

no stone in life left unturned.

Growing on our journey,

learning more each day.

A life lived full of adventure,

is worth taking to the grave.

Sugar and stuff

An addicts relapse

No sex, no drugs, no rock n roll,

just sugar and the rush it gives,

a different kind of feeling,

and damage to health done.

I thought you and me had said goodbye,

gone our separate ways,

after all your just a food stuff,

how addictive can you be.

Turns out more than I thought,

six months of hard work and change,

but you were hiding in the wings,

ready to catch me out.

Is it boredom, sadness, frustration,

I just don’t have a clue,

what I do know is we got close again,

how many times do I have to say no?

For me you are like a poison,

will send me to my grave.

Sugar this time you will go away,

time to man up and to be brave…

When inspiration seems so far away

A tale not of writers block, but of being locked out of creativity

Stress levels running high and morale is getting low,

bad signs for creative health, inspiration hard to find.

That one creative spark so often found in the minds eye,

seems to have gone missing I really can’t think why?

So many inspirations stand surrounding me,

but none seems to be the one.

That idea which gets my mind attention,

that special one that just runs free.

When the words flow from head to paper,

and the world just dissapears.

A walk, a run or some other exercise,

to free my body from my mind,

to feel myself be free.

Open to inspiration,

to unlock my creativity.

Lost in a dream

A tale of night time and rest

Lost in the moment,

dreaming the night away,

visions so vivid,

waking memory vague.

To dream is so delicious,

feelings and emotions previously trapped

bubble up to the surface

the video tape on playback.

A chance to re-live and re-learn,

the moments of the past,

knowing that the movie won’t last,

with one final look I wake up and it’s gone.

It’s morning time now,

best get on with the day,

then wait for night time again,

to get lost in my dreams.

My work is lost forever

A poem about the frustration of lost writing

A disaster or a masterpiece,

which one we do not know,

scattered to the four corners,

the refresh button,

delivered the devastating blow.

Your gone forever wandering,

around the internet,

in the great recycling bin,

inside the online world.

The frustration and the anger,

only got myself to blame,

using online tools,

the weakest link,

in my writing game.

Going forward ill be stronger,

lost work will be no more.

A lesson learned in application,

of process and seriousness.

Lost work is so frustrating,

never knowing the outcome.

Thoughts put down on paper,

that disappear without a trace.

The barbeque

Mans last domain and his summer throne

Cooking with fire made by man,

takes us back to a simpler time,

so powerful and primative,

plus it makes food taste good.

It’s mans throne in the summer,

our last domain of control,

even the kids recognize,

authority of the king,

when he’s stood cooking at the grill.

In control of his world,

we stand on his every word,

waiting for the food and fun to come.

Happy times with family,

shared in the summer sun,

food and beer and stories,

the days go on and on.

Italian Passion and me

A story about a love of red Italian motorcycle’s

Italian engineering passion,

in red please with a V-Twin,

underneath the racing fairing,

make the bike pop, bang and shake.

Engineered with character,

2 wheeled machine just feels alive.

Jekyll and Hyde lurk within it’s throttle,

gently urging you push harder and faster,

releasing it’s latin temper as you push to the red line.

Then its up another gear, surging forth once more,

adult fun with all your clothes on,

adrenaline rushing to the brain,

motorbikes mean dopamine and pleasure,

so the sciectific folks say.

I don’t know if that’s true,

but for me the independance and the freedom,

are what started my journey,

now a passion for any bike that’s made,

red, v-twin and Italian.