Saturday Morning Shopping Blues

Xmas again
Baby, I've got dem
Saturday Morning
Shopping Blues

No time for Santa
and all that junk
Drinking coffeee is more this
punks style

So you want
those presents girl
You go to the mall

yourself
You hear me

The Bus Stop

Standing at the Bus Stop
On a Cold Winter's morning
Grey sky streaked with
Post apocalyptic pink

Branches of the trees
Wind like filigrees of
twined skeletons
bare and stark
In the Newcastle
Dawn

Copyright DK

Twitter Patter

Twitter patter
Go the hits
into my
creative space

Converting hits
to cash
so sweet
by Twiverting
Go well
my tweets

That is execrable poetry...

But Twivert is cool

A Job Well Done

Go Live
Terrifying words
in IT
GoneLive
magical words
with
concomitant
problems

Winter Contemplation

Winter creeps in slowly
turning the sky grey
but my spirit
remaains undaunted
because
every season rewards
the watchful
business person

Snow rakes
toboggans
hot mead
skis
tropical holidays
and the list goes on
and on
and
on

Rain in the Early Morning

Walking home in the rain
Father and daughter
Four a.m.
Umbrellas unfurled
Laughing
Saying who
Would have
thought we would
Be doing this

I will remember

Blahness

Today is blah
Cold with a cold
muffled
and fedup
I muse
on Life
Love
Creativity
and you

and blahness
retreats before
your radiant
smile