Posted in Around the World in Photographs
Travel, Photography, Poetry
Travel to… Vienna
“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving” Lao Tzu
On the Left Wing Side, Part Three
A few moments standing
Preparing for landing
On the speaker out loud
A soothing voice to the crowd:
“Thank you for flying Finnair
Enjoy your stay and
Please come again”
Posted in Around the World in Photographs
Travel, Photography, Poetry
Travel to… Vienna
“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving” Lao Tzu
On the Left Wing Side, Part Two
In this metal cocoon
Only us human buffoons
Can enjoy our winged journey
Even if scared
Then tied to a gurney
The flight attendant leered
Posted in Around the World in Photographs
Travel, Photography, Poetry
Travel to… Vienna
“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving” Lao Tzu
On the Left Wing Side, Part One
Above the clouds
Nightfall with darkness
Spread like a shroud
Late at night
In mid flight
Safe and sound
Into a tiny seat bound…
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Ode to Freakish Felines
Freakishly feline
Or a soft purring ball
How easy to unwind
Soon to a sleep fall
Hypnotized
By those wide eyes
The limber steps
Command respect
You can never own them
Just borrow for a while
But rest assured, the little gems
Will leave you in big smiles
Posted in Humour, Daily Incidents
“Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car” E. B. White
Mandatory: Yearly Vehicle Inspection
My poor little cabby
You looked a little shabby
When the man in uniform
Wanted to check how you perform
Up into the air hoisted
Light to all places pointed
Every nook and crannie
Last but not least, your fanny
Inspected, suspected, subjected
Finally accepted and approved
With a grinn on your grill
Because I got stuck with the bill
But happily paid the dues
And out into the traffic we flew
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Ode to My Little Car
Posted in Humour, Daily Incidents, Poetry
“Good things come in small sizes”
Ode to My Little Car
It was a tiny little thing
Not the prettiest of the lot
The name had a soft ring
Almost like a plot
Fiesta…
Siesta…
Round and round in paces
Could see the look on others faces
‘Surely that is not the car to buy’
‘To her money she would kiss goodbye’
Trying it on for size I did
Smiling like a little kid
Spite what others may have though
This car was surely bought
It wasn’t quite what expected
Less is not more, had to respect it
Tempted by a car with muscle
The salesman tried to hustle
Something made me turn to look
The little car had gotten me hooked
Back and forth I went
Trying not to get bent
It was calling me I could hear
Trying hard not to get near
But
Fear not
Reason won in the end
After all
The muscle car was too tall
And lets face it
I got hitched
The tiny car was kin
All is well in the end
Lesson learned: Think big, buy small!
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