Today, is Tuesday

“It’s another day of the week, naturally!” Gun Roswell

Today, is Tuesday

The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)

Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)

Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)

Last Day of November

In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography

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“So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.” Julio Alexi Genao

Last Day of November

Last day of November
Wishing it was still September
Or at least a snowy day in December

Rain, rain, rain
Some more rain
Feelings of mundane
Starting to sink in
Dull, dark, dreary
Nature somewhat eerie
The sun coming out rarely
Hanging in there barely

Last ones of leaves
In the barest of trees
Holding on for dear life
Existence one big strife

Then, something unexpected
When you least expected
A beam of light reflected
On the dark surface

Could it be?
Is it possibly…
Sunlight?

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Just An Other Saturday?

In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography

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“The sky may fall on our heads tomorrow”

Just An Other Saturday?

Early morning
Dark skies
The wind howling
The rain pours

Just an other Saturday morning
In the month of November

More darkness to follow
Life empty and hollow
Through the window
The outside world
Only but a blur

But,
Just look out!
Something happens
A single white flake
Then an other
Could it be…
Snowing?

Lightness surrounding
From the skies to the ground
Happy thoughts, clear mind
Nothing more need I find

On just an other Saturday

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Contrasts, Two

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
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Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

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“There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast” Charles Dickens

Contrasts, Two

Enjoyed the fall
On many a stroll
At the door
Winter is knocking
With white
Everything blocking

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Contrasts, One

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

 

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“There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast” Charles Dickens

Contrasts, One

Black on blue
The Autumn is due
For turning of Winter
Like a splinter
In your index finger…

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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Three

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

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“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Three

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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Two

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy

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“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part Two

Tired Tuesday?
Keeping darkness at bay

Light snow in the early morning hours
Maybe later some hail and rain showers

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part One

In honour of the month November
Photography and Poetry
&
Ordinary Days, Life in Suburbia
&
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
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“The dog doesn’t know the difference between Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, so I have to walk the dog early those days too” Donna Shalala

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Part One

Mundane Monday?
No, not today

Snow, snow and then some
What more is yet to come?

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Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One

In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song

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“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux

Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One 

On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees

The white dust on the ground
Everywhere to be found
Where the heck is my car
Couldn’t have left it far
Grabbed the snow shovel
Moving my muscles
Soon the path is clear
Feeling like a pioneer

On the 22nd day of November
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees

I just hope the roads won’t ice over
Or I’ll be prancing like a four leaf clover
Trying to cross the roads
In the early morning hours
On my way to work
Trying not to go berserk
When it’s really dark
Only dogs will bark

On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees

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On the 21st day of November

In honour of the month of November
Poetry, Photography, Song

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“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather” John Ruskin

On the 21st day of November

On the 21st day of November
My true love sent to me
One centigrade of minus degrees

On the 21st day of November
My true love also sent to me
Lots of icy cold rain
Several snowflakes of dancing
And one centigrade of minus degrees

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On the 22nd day of November
I wish for my true love to send to me
Many more warm degrees
Much of sunshine weather
Or a trip to Hawaii

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