Photography
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography; Humour and Poetry
“And now we welcome the new year.
Full of things that have never been”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Last Friday of 2016
The day
Dark and dreary
The house is quiet
The holiday lights
Bringing, some cheer
Opening a beer
My face in a leer
“Oh, never mind,
Time to unwind”
Because,
The New Year
Is almost here
Posted in the Daily Post: Path: Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Paths
Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently down the path
If the bike should break down
Don’t get a frown
Put up your thumb
It won’t get numb
And just start to hitchhike
Posted in the Daily Post: Path: Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Paths
The measure of a valiant warrior
When finding a path at the end of the corridor
And stepping onto it like a true toreador
Posted in the Daily Post: Path: Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Paths
Each journey, starts with one wheel
Add a few more, and you’ll have an automobile
Travel near and far
In your brand new car
Follow each and every path
Like they were the last
Posted in the Daily Post: Path: Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Do not go where the path may lead,
go instead where there is no path and leave a trail”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Paths
Just follow the path
It has no wrath
You may end up doing some math
Or even taking a bath
But don’t be a sissy
Little Missy
Just follow the path
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Of joys departed, not to return,
how painful the remembrance”
Robert Blair
Thursday
Candles lit
On the window’s sill
In remembrance
Of friends gone by
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child’s eye – it is very beautiful” Kailash Satyarthi
Who is Gun Roswell?
The year was nineteen sixty eight
Life still at stage wait
I must have been no more
Than three years of age
Little Red Riding Hood
Yes, I knew I could
In the borrowed red elf’s hat
Cutest thing you ever saw
Prettiest princess of them all
How could I ever top that!
Now, forty seven years later
Oh life, you’re such a traitor!
I still love red of course
Now I wear it with horns
In the mighty stiletto heels
Life is as good as it feels
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“The only thing I ever throwback on Thursdays are drinks”
2016 for Throwback Thursday
For this week’s Throwback Thursday, a have chosen some of the best posts of the year 2016.
Enjoy and have a great New Year!
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
Put Me in a Box, Why don’t You
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
Who is Gun Roswell?
