Bleak isolation
Flowery lady garden
Ever worlds apart

Defiling Japanese poetry one picture at a time.
Bleak isolation
Flowery lady garden
Ever worlds apart
Ruining Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Time marches forward
Hearts once one, separated
Distance between us
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time.
To pass unhindered
Where once we trod so freely
Now inhibited
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
Unbridled passion
Anticipation, cut short
Blissful moment lost
Defiling Japanese poetry one drawing at a time
With a sunday feel…
A God fearing hooker Celeste
Who on her knees would confess
Let the cleansing begin
Of her mouth full of sin
And that massive big load off her chest
Canine shenannigans
Garden flourishing
Vile canine defecator
Rockery shitter
…..
So you know I got me a hound right? Well if not I did. Gorgeous little lab. Anyway, turns out despite having plenty of places to relieve himself he has become obsessed with befouling my beautiful lockdown rockery I worked so hard at.
This lovely little bouncing befouler seems hell bent on declining the offer of a whole selection of suitable defecation options in favour of besmirching my succulents.
Were working through it and I am not quite sure who will win to be honest. He already massacred one of my delicate alpines in a most upsetting manner after he had a few too many treats which agitated his tummy so 1-0 to him I guess.
On the upside though I did discover a hidden benefit of dog ownership when I got to the shop without a mask. Three poo bags tied around my head did the job nicely. Down side though was that I nearly bloody suffocated for the sake of toilet roll and a sliced loaf.
Happy days
Defiling the ancient beauty of Haiku one poem at a time!
Self isolating
Husbands false expectation
wife contacts HR
A warning to try on your jeans once a week
Self Isolating
Mere metres from the fridge
Unrelenting growth
Oh sweet 5/7/5 how I defile thee so willingly
Only faith and hopes
Does span the bridge of excess
When yule tide passes
The stores are already filling up!
Not yet Halloween
Yet thoughts turning to Christmas
Calm yourself perhaps
Damn you to hell
History dictates
No one can ever enjoy
A small black moustache
Better than being punched in the man boobs I suppose…
She with wonky boobs
and he with his wonky eyes,
true beauty beholds.
Still not sure about these. Harder than they seem I tell ya!
Bright days end furnace
Crimson red and burnished gold
Quenched ‘neath horizon
I’m gonna screw you haiku your brains out. Sorry, just slipped out…
Such hyperbole
Overestimates prowess
A god amongst men
I’m 83 don’t you know
With words does ensnare
and all resistance removes
silver tongued devil
I’m 83 don’t you know
Lines mark loves years past
Love sees not times ravages
Hearts love never less
Of Love and life
How do i love thee
Let me count the ways
Show me your payslip
I promise I wont do more of these…
Gym kit malfunction
who’d ever have imagined
hidden in small shorts
I know I am a grown man and that I should know better. I know I can produce things of a more edifying nature. I know should be a better example to my children and generally a better human being but alas I am not.
Look what dad made boys! Don’t tell mum!
Bloody hooligan
Baby take my hand
As love leads me you follow
Into my trousers
Don’t tell me you don’t relate…Winky face …
Sweet tender kisses
And until dawn do linger
Sunrise truth reveals
Brrrrr
Winter’s icy sting
Frosted flowers glistening
Pale insipid sun
And screw you resolutions
January first
Excited, much change ahead
Renewed potential
Oh Im just keep on giving don’t I
Love wains, they try to
keeps it fresh in the bedroom
risky and risque
Because Im just the giving type
As time marches on
lifes toll shows in tired eyes
bodies grow weary