Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart” Helen Keller
Acropolis, Athens
Climbing up the mountain
Looking for the fountain
Of wisdom and history
Shrouded in mystery
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart” Helen Keller
Acropolis, Athens
Basking in the sun
Athens, Acropolis
A place of fun
A place of knowledge
Posted in Quote a Week Tuesday
“My age is very inappropriate for my behaviour”
Quote a Week Tuesday
I have chosen something we can all relate to: Growing old-er. Quotations by Bette Davis.
“Old age is ain’t no place for sissies”
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I believe you can make forces of good and evil work for you, to get what you want” GG Allin
Good vs. Evil(?)
They say it is good for you
Healthy type of food
You must eat it
Possibly, even enjoy it
But who can really resist
The tempting siren song
Of the sugary spawn
Of a glazed donught
They said not to touch
But I really wanted it so much
Sneaking it out
In a hankerchief no less
I must confess
I ate the whole thing
With one big bite
Just out of spite
I really, really enjoyed it
Posted in the Bench/Seat Sunday series
“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 was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit
Posted in Caturday
Photo credits Miranda/Jessica Solingius
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat” Edgar Allan Poe
Cats: Rulers of the World
They run your world
Despite whatever you heard
Twisting you around their tall tails
Urging you to run on nails
You will jump when they hail
“Yes Ma’am” you hear yourself say
When they approach you with a sway
And tell you it is time to play
Cats, are the rulers of the world
Sometimes you may hear yourself say “shit”
But you have to admit
You are loving every minute of it
Posted in Daily Photo
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls”
George Carlin
Half of a Moon
The other half is hiding
Its time quietly biding
But,
After the sun has resided
It will be fully shining
An homage to Star Trek
"Live Long and Prosper"
Star Trek: Happy 51st Anniversary!
Call it campy or even quirky
Call it the wagon train in space
All the familiar cardboard sets
And the best written scripts
Sci-fi, entertainment and humanity
All at their very best in the same place
This is the most a TV show gets
Don’t tell me, you are not gripped
Watching re-runs
With your best chums
What could be more fun
Maybe sitting out in the sun?
But, we are Trekkers
Nerds, geeks and well, trekkers
Looking up to the stars
Daring to go very far
Well, at least, in our imagination
During the syndication
With our favourite television show
To which much we owe
Live Long and Prosper Star Trek!
Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Tulips
Tulips, gently swaying, in the warm spring sun
Their colour of the brightest red, indicating fun
Counting down from a multitude to one
Spring time is here: everyone has won!
Posted in Simply Poetry/Daily Photo
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads”
Marianne Moore
Train Tracks
Clickety-clack
On the train tracks
The finger taps
Someone, playing the sax
The birds along side, their wings flap
A gentleman, trying to nap
This is no place to relax
Just join this rhythmic parallax
Enjoy the beat to the max
For on this trip, no one pays the tax
Clickety-clack
On the train tracks
Rantings Of A Third Kind 