Posted in Daily Photo
“Believe it or not, I’d love to go to the moon”
Tiny Tim
January Moon
It came out at noon,
The January moon
What to do, what to do?
Nothing else, but to start,
Howling, at the moon!
Monthly Archives: January 2017
Just a Mundane Day (six)
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Bluest of Moments
When this moment arrives
The nature will harmonize
In the coolest of hues
In the colour of blue
Just a Mundane Day (two)
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Real or Plastic
Is this real or plastic?
Or just something elastic?
Maybe alive and realistic?
It’s red and simplistic
Touch of something mystic
Who cares!
It looks fantastic!
Just a Mundane Day (five)
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Purple Moment
Looking at it in a daze,
Now, I cannot leave
This pretty purple place
Just a Mundane Day (three)
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Crane at the Construction Site
“People at work”
The sign stated
Not men, not women
People!
“Well,” I retorted
“It looks like the crane is doing the bulk of it!”
Just a Mundane Day (four)
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Purple Moment
In the darkening eve
Something, I perceive
For my amaze,
A purplish haze
Just a Mundane Day (one)
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Shiny Shoes
Feeling the blues
As I polished my new shoes
But; I have payed my dues
So time to take a cruise
From here to Vera Cruz
To shake this damned blues
And do, as I choose
Now, that I found my muse
For I, have nothing to loose
Well, maybe,
My shiny new shoes!
Just a Mundane Day (seven)
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous”
Bill Moyers
Bluest of Moments
Sky, water and horizon
Even the distant island
Cannot resist the moment
The moment of blue
The Year, 2016
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
whispering, ‘It will be happier.’ “
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Year, 2016
A year of joy, a year of sorrow
Sometimes thinking, there is no tomorrow
Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You made us wanna scream
One day a true horror movie
Which nobody wanted to see
Afterward, in our beds we lay
Out of control and in full dismay
Then, come next day,
We all got high and groovy
Fulfilling our duties
Like good soldiers, after a ‘smoothie’
Ups and downs
Laughs and frowns
Too many mishaps
To close all the gaps
What to do with that?
Live everyday in fear?
Or just roll over
And wait for the new year?
Oh, Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You left us conflicted
Can we ever another year trust
Or suspect it’s here to destroy us
Maybe this type of thing was predicted
Or maybe something just shifted
One unlucky moment
For a while in torment
Then, a brightly shining object
Gave us fulfillment
And all hope was restored
Finally looking forward
To a happy ending?
Maybe, but before this poem’s sending
Some thinking time to be spending
Planning ahead
So next time, no need to be scared
But for now, for a brighter future toward
I am hopefully on board
And at finish line stating
“I got a score!”
A Bench to Sit on (six)
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
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