SL WEEK 13: Four Wheel Drives

Posted on October 3, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
In response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of ecology

“You don’t have to invent the wheel, but you might want to be the company that invents the rims” MC Hammer

SL WEEK 13: Four Wheel Drives

Four wheel drives
Of a different kind
Manual propulsion
With a little compulsion
Slowly getting nowhere
And then again, everywhere
Usage from ages zero
To the top one hundred
You can be a hero
Or a little weirdo
As long as you keep pedalling
The flow of adrenaline
Will keep you moving
Your condition improving
Hear the crowds cheering
As you are nearing
The finish line

SL WEEK 13: I want to ride my Bicycle

Posted on October 3, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
In response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of ecology

“Life is like riding a bicycle: you don’t fall off unless you stop pedaling” Claude Pepper

SL WEEK 13: I want to ride my Bicycle

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride it where I like
Sometimes, even a trike

With this simple vehicle
On a ride so magical
Ever so classical
In today’s world radical
And utterly likeable
Someone said impossible
Even behaviour maniacal
Never mind the icicles
And the cynicals
I just keep on riding on
My bicycle

September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves

Posted on September 30, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves

September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves

Posted on September 30, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves

Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found

Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must

September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs

September in Suburbia, Part Seven

Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia

Moon, Bloody Super Moon

Posted on September 28, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

The supermoon is a 16-inch pizza compared with a 15-inch pizza. It’s a slightly bigger moon; I ain’t using the adjective ‘supermoon.’ Neil deGrasse Tyson

Moon, Bloody Super Moon

Moon bloody Super Moon
Why can’t you get here soon

Instead, in the middle of the night
From my bed standing upright
Down the street I chased it
In a state of a hissy fit
And in my pajamas no less
Frightening the neighbours I confess

Staring up the starlit night
Only to find a disturbing sight
No moon of any colour could I find
I was pissed with my teeth in grind

The big white ball
I earlier in the sky saw
Had hidden behind
A thick cloud bind

So now, another thirty-three years to wait
For that bloody moon to bate
The other option of course
And without too much of remorse
Is…

The next time the full moon is around
Maybe just photoshop in the bloody crown

Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 39 Wrap Up

Posted on September 27, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Lucile De Godoy hosting Photo Rehab, The Clinic

Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 39 Wrap Up

“In December 2014, after completing the Photo101 course, I opened the Photo Rehab Event in this blog, a ‘healing clinic’, for all of us who love photography (hobbyists, amateurs, pro-shooters and enthusiasts) who missed the course and daily interaction with other photobloggers” Lucile De Godoy

Check out all the magnificent photographs for this week from Lucile’s site:

Week 39: Wrap up Photo101 Rehab

Also featured Rantings Of A Third Kind

“Gun from Rantings of a Third Kind has been writing poetry and shooting the beautiful lights, colors, shadows and reflections of autumn.”

Following posts from this week included:

September in Suburbia, Part Two

September in Suburbia, Part Three

September in Suburbia, Part Four

September in Suburbia, Part Four

Posted on September 26, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson

September in Suburbia, Part Four

September in Suburbia, Part Three

Posted on September 26, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Poetry and Photography

Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson

September in Suburbia, Part Three

Roaming around the Hood
Because the weather was really good
Clouds floating in the blue sky
Wishing if only I could fly
The sun warm on my skin
Melting the coldest of Finns
Colours burning bright
Ideas taking flight
Snap, click, snap, click
Hoping to score some great pics
So here they are
I didn’t walk too far
But still got a great bunch
In a time it takes to have lunch