World Animal Day, 2015-10-04

Celebrating all Animals everywhere on World Animal Day

Photo credits include Miranda Kuusisto, Jessica Solingius, Johanna Nieminen

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“The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated” Mahatma Gandhi

World Animal Day, 2015-10-04

What would the world be
Without a cat, elephant or a bee
As far as the eye can see
Birds sitting in the trees

Join in and celebrate
All creatures great and small
They have given us much more
Than anyone can elaborate

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September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves

Rantings Of A Third Kind

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves

Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found

Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must

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September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Rantings Of A Third Kind

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs

September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia

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Moon, Bloody Super Moon

Rantings Of A Third Kind

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

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The supermoon is a 16-inch pizza compared with a 15-inch pizza. It’s a slightly bigger moon; I ain’t using the adjective ‘supermoon.’ Neil deGrasse Tyson

Moon, Bloody Super Moon

Moon bloody Super Moon
Why can’t you get here soon

Instead, in the middle of the night
From my bed standing upright
Down the street I chased it
In a state of a hissy fit
And in my pajamas no less
Frightening the neighbours I confess

Staring up the starlit night
Only to find a disturbing sight
No moon of any colour could I find
I was pissed with my teeth in grind

The big white ball
I earlier in the sky saw
Had hidden behind
A thick cloud bind

So now, another thirty-three years to wait
For that bloody moon to bate
The other option…

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Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 40 Wrap Up

Lucile De Godoy hosting Photo Rehab, The Clinic

 

Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 40 Wrap Up

“In December 2014, after completing the Photo101 course, I opened the Photo Rehab Event in this blog, a ‘healing clinic’, for all of us who love photography (hobbyists, amateurs, pro-shooters and enthusiasts) who missed the course and daily interaction with other photobloggers” Lucile De Godoy

Check out all the magnificent photographs for this week from Lucile’s site:

Week 40: Wrap up Photo101 Rehab

 

Also featured Rantings Of A Third Kind:

Moon, Bloody Super Moon

September in Suburbia, Part Seven

September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves

September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves

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Sunny Days in October, Part One

October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry

 

“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”

Sunny Days in October Part One

Rain, rain, rain
And some more rain
But, wait… what?
Today, no rain?

Surprisingly sunny
To the point of funny
The air soft and warm
I could have sworn
It was late summer
But oh bummer

I wasn’t grinning
Because,
It was the beginning
Of October

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