Mundane Mondays for Throwback Thursday

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“So. Monday. We meet again.

We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.”
― Julio Alexi Genao

Mundane Mondays for Throwback Thursday 

On Thursdays we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.

This week, I am diving deep into the archives of the Mundane Monday posts: Enjoy the chosen ones:

Manic Mundane Monday (TBT)
Open Sesame (TBT)
Heavy Metal (TBT)

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Heavy Metal (TBT)

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“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous” Bill Moyers

Heavy Metal

Up the stairs
Down the stairs
clicking and clacking of heals
On the heavy metal seals
If you’re running fast
The echoes will last
All the way up
Or way down

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Open Sesame (TBT)

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I like to make the mundane fabulous whenever I can” Rufus Wainwright

Open Sesame

Abracadabra!
How well do you know your algebra?
It is as easy as one, two, three
Even before you can boot your PC
The carriage of comfort
Has lifted you upwards
Your destination dead ahead
Nothing more left to be said

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Manic Mundane Monday (TBT)

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“Monday is great if I can spend it in bed. I’m a man of simple pleasures, really” Arthur Darvill

Manic Mundane Monday

Just another Manic Monday
Certainly not my fun day
Back in the office again
Simply cannot explain
It just happens
Always after weekend
Leaving me baffled
I cannot help myself
And leaves me overwhelmed
I just end up here
In this stratosphere
Called work

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