Poetry of Everything
Posted in Seat Sunday
“My uncle’s dying wish – he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair”
Rodney Dangerfield
Seat Concrete
Making, a comfy seat
From a bench made out of concrete
May be, an experience too concrete
But never mind,
I will still, take a seat
Posted in Caturday
Caturday presents the honorary cat Mr Diesel and his adventures
Mr Diesel’s Adventures for Caturday
“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.”
—Roger Caras
Best begging face
I want more!
Gimme more!
I need to score!
Go to the store
And get me
Some more!
Posted in Celebration/Tales of the Odd
“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan just texted me, saying, to watch my back…With a winky face.”
It’s Friday, the 13th
The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?
That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!
As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual. At least this early in the morning. Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.
No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?
Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.
After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.
Passing me by
Wondering why
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem
I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!
But unnoticed
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go
Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted
But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…
Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
Or maybe,
It was all, just a dream
After all
It was Friday the 13th!
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“If you’re going through hell, keep going” Winston Churchill
Highway to Hell
You are on
The fast track
The last track
On a highway
To hell
Intensive pressure
Needing a refresher
Competitive pursuit
Of fame and fortune
Dancing to someone else’s flute
May end up a misfortune
If not stopping
Until you drop
The smart life
The simple life
The only life
You should choose
Before your goose
Is cooked
And you will loose
And get hooked
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears” Cesare Pavese
Helsinki Harbour
The city panorama
Display filled with drama
Well, at least in the words
Of a known Americana!
Ferris wheels, Cranes and such
Sure packed a lot of stuff
And into just one image!
Now all we need to do,
Is to put the ball into the scrimmage
Don’t have a clue?
Well, just follow the mimic
I promise, it’s not a gimmick!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I want a Jaguar, Jaguar, a Jaguar car” Gun Roswell
Jaguar
Shiny bright objects
On the hood of the car
Not satisfied admiring from afar
Closing in with careful steps
Ornaments of gorgeous animals
Mouths agape like howling cannibals
A feline of sorts
Put on this car of sports
A Jaguar,
Can go quite far
But how about,
This old car?
Got my prize
In a pocket size
A snap for this post
Now the image a ghost
Driving in my Fiesta
I really need a siesta
But in my mind
A tune of a different kind
“I want a Jaguar, Jaguar, a Jaguar car”
Posted in Seat Sunday
“When in Finland, sit like the Finns do”
Take a Seat in Cafe
Cafe in a pink house
Somewhere, thereabouts
Sit down, have a coffee
With a bun, laced with toffee
Posted in Celebration
“What’s a few thank yous between friends”
Thank you!
Posted in Fav Foto Friday
“Your photography is a record of your living, for anyone who really sees” Paul Strand
Blue
Many a beautiful sunrises
Too many gorgeous sunsets
Which is the one to choose
Could not, so I let it loose
The photos in number of three
I have picked to peruse for thee
Enjoy them all, why don’t you
I surely did, even the blue
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder” Floyd Mayweather, Jr.
Life is a Boxing Match
The gloves are on
The arena awaits you
From the illusion of winning
Your head is spinning
The chanting getting louder
You’re feeling prouder
The plan was a clean fight
No hitting below the belt
The deal fitting your own self
No more time for flight
The crowd is cheering
You are leering
At the ding of the gong
The fight is on
Dancing around
Pulling punches
No one going down
The referee announces
No one is winning
It is time
To up the ante
The gloves come off
The game now on
You start to scoff
Your mind’s set only on the con
Spitting out words of slander
Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
Hair being torn
Nails like thorns
Feeling the scorn
Scratching, screaming
Ending only in
Real blood and tearing
No one is winning
It is time
For plan C
Rantings Of A Third Kind 