Daily Incidents
Posted in Daily Photo/Daily Incidents: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Keep calm and pamper yourself”
Day Spa for Daily Photo
Time to cut loose
And forget the weekly blues
Pack up the bags and car
You don’t have to drive very far
Set your wheels
Towards the sea
And sooner than later
You’re waived by the waiter
Healthy food and spa treatments
For your enjoyment
On this special weekend
Posted in Coffee: Photography, Poetry, Tale and Humour
“As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
Coffee, by any other name
“What’s in a name?
That which we call, coffee,
By any other name,
Would smell as sweet;”
The sweetest of aroma,
From every cafe in Roma
Bringing you to your knees,
When on a walkabout, in Paris
A cup of Java
A cup of Joe
Darker than molten lava
Just let the liquid flow!
Because,
Coffee, by any other name…
Well, it’s all coffee,
Really,
And all coffee
Is good,
Just
Drink,
Enjoy,
And be merry
And sooner than later
Have another cup
Then some more,
Maybe one more,
For the road,
To get off the load,
Take away,
Now you’re talking,
Just keep on walking
Another cafe
Is bound to
Come along!
Posted in Daily Incidents: Photography and Poetry
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt”
William Allingham
The End of Colour, as Darkness Begins..
… The end, of Autumn foliage, what remains, is just a mirage
Posted in Daily Incidents: Photography and Poetry
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt”
William Allingham
The End of Colour, as Darkness Begins…
A few remaining, before onto the ground they fall…
Posted in Daily Incidents: Photography and Poetry
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt”
William Allingham
The End of Colour, as Darkness Begins…
Nature dark and silent…
Posted in Daily Incidents: Photography and Poetry
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt”
William Allingham
The End of Colour, as Darkness Begins…
This is the end of colour
Of the pain and sorrow!
The October rain
Finally came
Lashed down the leaves
Now it’s just heaps
Of gray on the ground
No colour to be found
It is the end of colour
Posted in Daily Incidents /Monday
Poetry/ Tale /Humour /Horror
“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”
Monday, Bloody Monday
Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day
My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing
No use in struggle or fighting
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment
Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive
Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?
Posted in Daily Incidents /Monday
Poetry/ Tale /Humour /Horror
“So, Monday, we meet again!”
Monday
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee
Posted in the Daily Incidents
Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
“LinkedIn is for the people you know. Facebook is for the people you used to know. Twitter is for people you want to know”
Hashtag Hell
“Welcome
to hashtag hell”
She said and into the pit fell
“Yes, that is brimstone you smell
Do not on the what ifs dwell
You are here yourself to sell
Awarded, if you do it well!”
She added
“Otherwise
Your demise
Will be,
Quite precise
And, you’ll become
The one
You despise!”
And with an evil laugh,
She was gone
Posted in Daily Incidents
Remembering the victims of Pulse, Orlando
“Peace and love among all those souls, who roam this planet, called Earth” Gun Roswell
For Pulse, Orlando
What a world we live in
When feeling comfortable in your own skin
Is frowned upon by others
Leaving your heart smothered
Love, peace and happiness
We all strive for nothing less
May that be a lesson for us all
Young, old and very small
Rantings Of A Third Kind 