Poetry of Everything
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Posted in Fabulous Friday
“We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be?” Marianne Williamson
Ode to my Shiny Shoes
My shiny golden shoes
No time for the blues
Singing and dancing
In my shoes of fancy
My lovely golden shoes
Act as some kind of muse
They might be flashy
But I feel quite dashy
I may not be Howard Hughes
And I don’t need any booze
With minimal financing
I am out celebrating
Thank Goodness
For Fabulous Fridays!
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Make it so!”
Captain Jean-Luc Picard
Tea Time
Tea, hot, with a twist of lemon
Maybe enjoyed even in Bremen
The delightful aroma
Can lull you to a coma
In company or solitude
It is a prelude
To a life’s passion
A sweet sensation
When into the dark liquid dipping
Whether gulping or sipping
Enjoy the moment of pure bliss
For who could resist
Tea time
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“When preparing to travel,
lay out all your clothes and all your money.
Then take half the clothes and twice the money.”
Susan Heller
Delphi
Enjoying the view
Reserved for a few
Looking at the sky
Closing my eyes
Stepping back in time
In the beautiful Delphi
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“When preparing to travel,
lay out all your clothes and all your money.
Then take half the clothes and twice the money.”
Susan Heller
Deplhi
History written in stone
Time to get my mind blown
Hiking up the many stairs
Counting my steps in pairs
The many ancient ruins
On top of the mountain
The reward of the effort
Which made me sweat a lot
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Our daily lives are so mundane,
we get taken over by
what is immediately in front of us
and we don’t see beyond that”
Benedict Cumberbatch
Dolls
Eyes staring
Almost glaring
Never moving
Only viewing
Toward the future?
Or into the past?
No one knows
What on goes
In a doll’s mind
Just be kind
You may be surprised
Or even, hypnotized
They may be mundane
Objects d’art even
Dolls in the window
But no one really knows
Posted in Seat Sunday
“In a window seat, on the plane, to nowhere”
Seat in the Winter’s Sun
The sun is shining
The birds are flying
The air is frozen
This spot I’ve chosen
A seat in the sun
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Alert, awake
Nothing would shake
The determination
Not leaving this station
For any reason
Except,
For the hunting season
After all,
Next night fall
Would be
Her targets downfall
Posted in Fabulous Friday
“If you see me on Friday,
you’ll see different material on Saturday night”
Kathy Griffin
Fabulous November Friday
Fabulous Friday has arrived
Giving it a big high five day
Early morning, early rise
A gorgeous sunrise
The air cool and crisp
Leaves covered with frost
With the moon peaking out
Time to holler, time to shout
The nature dressed
With colours of red
Sunshine reflected
On each surface
The flaring colours
The autumn odours 
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination with reality, and instead of thinking of how things may be, see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson
Vienna
When on a walkabout
On the city’s streets at night
Drawn towards the castle lights
Shining ever so bright
The past has its resonance
In the architecture with elegance
You may even glimpse an eminence
Roaming around the residence
Let the feelings of lavish
Your daily routine vanish
And enjoy a sip from a chalice
In the Schönbrunn Palace
Rantings Of A Third Kind 