Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A lot of people like snow.
I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner
20 Inches of Snow
Piled Up
Stacked
Filled the cup
Neatly packed
Daily Archives: November 11, 2016
20 Inches of Snow for Daily Photo (three)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A lot of people like snow.
I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner
20 Inches of Snow
Wind blow,
Tree trunk,
Got debunked,
By the snow
20 Inches of Snow for Daily Photo (two)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A lot of people like snow.
I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner
20 Inches of Snow
Now you see me,
Now you don’t!
Up the hill very slow
Like a small pinto
Soon hidden in the snow!
20 Inches of Snow for Daily Photo (four)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A lot of people like snow.
I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner
20 Inches of Snow
Life in a fishbowl
A small hole
I can call home!
20 Inches of Snow for Daily Photo (five)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A lot of people like snow.
I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner
20 Inches of Snow
Snowy tableau
Where I used to
The lawn mow
20 Inches of Snow for Daily Photo (one)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A lot of people like snow.
I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.”
Carl Reiner
20 Inches of Snow
Dude,
Where is my car?
I cannot go very far
Because,
I only got a few pennies in the jar
This is really bizarre
Or maybe
A blizzard-e!
On a Slow Road to Hell for Freaky Friday
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales off the odd and unexpected
“Going to hell, in a handbasket”
On a Slow Road to Hell
Loosing all sense of colour
No use in a loud holler
All shades of grey are fading
The perfect picture slowly degrading
Turning to black and white
Really, there was no fight
Life passing by in slow motion
Reminiscent of an old silent film
But with less commotion
Standing here
Where the line used to be
Then, drawn in sand
Facing what I feared
A wall of concrete
Now complete
Wondering,
Who’s got the upper hand
A note of some kind
Almost rendered me blind
In proud bold letters,
A big ass sign
“TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 