Farewell (Writing 101, A Poem A Day)

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Writing 101, A Poem A Day, Day 10, Farewell
Poetry & Photography

Write a poem about a farewell today: perhaps this image may bring back memories of loved ones who passed, or revive memories of those that departed from our lives. Or you could focus on the more mundane, but still powerful moments of your daily goodbye rituals, whether it’s a friend, partner, or member of your family.

“Farewell, fair cruelty” William Shakespeare

Farewell

Farewell, good bye, so long
Everyone try to stay strong
Sadness, drama, comedy
Who said saying farewell was easy?

Farewell may be forever
But never say never
Our world is still round
And what is sometimes lost
Usually, can be found
After all, we are all bound
In this tiny part of universe
Our paths may once again cross
May we remember this verse

Farewell, good bye, so long
Consider life a song
Keep chanting and stay strong
Old friends may soon come along

Machine, Part Two

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Machine

“People are more difficult to work with than machines. And when you break a person, he can’t be fixed” Rick Riordan

Lift

Going up, going down
Never stops on its own
A pater noster
Of a modern kind
A machine more efficient
Is very hard to find

Machine, Part One

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Machine

“The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do” B. F. Skinner

Aeroplane

High up in the skies
Through the clouds it flies
The sheer size
Leaves you mesmerized
Well oiled machinery
Pulling together amazingly

Favourite Photo Friday, 2015-12-18

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Photography and Poetry
&
Posted in Fav Foto Friday #21

Share each Friday, on your own blog, one photo…or maybe even a gallery of some of your favorite photos that you have taken during the week, that make you smile or that was a great photo capturing opportunity…anything really! And as photographers are often known to say, “The best camera is, the one that you have with you!”

“No more camouflage, I want to be exposed and not afraid to fall”

Favourite Photo Friday, 2015-12-18 /#21

For this week’s favourite photograph, I chose the one I posted for the Blogging U Poem a Day challenge, aptly titled “Camouflage”. The poem written for the same, can be found behind the related post link.

Enjoy!

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Camouflage

Camouflage (Writing 101, A Poem A Day)

Posted on December 17, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Writing 101, A Poem A Day: Day 9: Camouflage
Poetry & Photography

“Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we conceal.” — Russell Lynes

For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?

“I need camouflage that works in such a way that when I wear it, you disappear.” Jarod Kintz

Camouflage

I need a good disguise
I really need to hide
From the prying eyes
So very hard I tried
To fit in the system
Trying each position
But now the resistance
Almost my mission
Is to get away
To disappear
I know it’s a cliche
I am facing
The final frontier
My heart racing
I am finally fading
My shell visible
Slowly trading
Becoming invisible
My camouflage
Now complete

White (Daily Photo 2015-12-17)

Posted on December 17, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

“Being glamorous is about strength and confidence It’s black and white – dramatic You have to be strong” Catherine Zeta-Jones

White

White or off-white
The white knight
Of the floral world
Traditionally pearled
Fully in bloom
Filling the room
With light
Ever so bright

It’s About As Funny As A Root Canal (Repost for TBT)

Posted on December 17, 2015 by Gun Roswell

“Born With Teeth” Kate Mulgrew

It’s About As Funny As A Root Canal

You know
That feeling
Lying
In the chair
Thinking
Life
Is not fair

Staring
At the ceiling
Anticipating
Sweat
Covering
Your skin
Waiting for
The drilling
To begin
The sound
Resonating
In your skull

Totally bound
With feelings
Of dull
Contemplating
An escape
Looking
At the window
Wishing
For a cape
Like a superhero
Flying away

No time
The Dentist
Hovering
Covering
Your eyes
With sunglasses
Working
In a quick pace
Before I
Can plot my
Break

My mind
Wandering to
Molasses?
Am I
Loosing it?
Completely
Sugar
Would be
The last thing
I needed

Mouth
Agape
Drooling
Like an ape
Fooling
Not a chance
In a deep
Trance
Or a drug endused
State

After all
Is done
Wishing
I had
A gun
Somehow
Cooling down
Getting up
Staggering
Reeling
A sick
Feeling

A glance
In the mirror
Spittle
And blood
On my face
Must be
An error
Covering
My head
With a hood

Leaving quickly
No looking
Back
Oh what
A quack
Never mind
It’s all over
Until
Next time

When
You hear
It’s as funny
As A root canal
Time to fear
And run
As fast
As you
Can

Beloved (Writing 101, A Poem A Day)

Posted on December 17, 2015 by Gun Roswell

Writing 101, A Poem A Day, Day 7: Beloved
Poetry & Photography

Something about the very word “beloved” causes a frisson in us. Out of the people that matter to you, who matters the most? Whom do you love, or whom have you loved more than anyone else? What does the word “beloved” summon up in your imagination? What songs, poems, stories, movies spring to mind? Who is your beloved?

Today, write a poem celebrating your beloved. It does not have to be a specific person — you could address an imaginary beloved from the future who’s waiting for you. You could take on the persona of a well-known mythological or historic character and address her or his beloved in your poem. You could create a new type of lover and beloved.

“Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise” Novalis

Beloved

Mismatching socks and messy hair
Carefully watching, trying not to stare
Sitting in your favourite chair
Chewing on your meal without a care
My eyes fixed, I still feel the flare
Whom better with my life to share