Poetry of Everything
Posted in Daily Photo
“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain
July Moon
It came, well rounded
Onto a sky, a little clouded
In an ancient mystery, shrouded
With my heart, pounding
I listen to it sounding
With feelings, totally profounding
Alas, poor little me, I am but grounded
Posted in Simply Poetry
“As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
To Coffee or not To Coffee?
To coffee, or not to coffee,
Should that really be a question?
A coffee by any other name,
Would smell as sweet
When things get rough
The tough make a cup of coffee
People living in glass houses
Should drink their coffees out of cups
There is no place like home
With a fresh pot of coffee
Like birds of a feather
Two cups of coffee
Monkey see, monkey doo
Monkey drink their coffee too
To whom the bells toll:
It surely is time for a cup of coffee
Easy says as easy does,
Just make that damned cup of coffee!
When in Rome,
Have a cup of coffee!
Come to the dark side
We’ve got lots of coffee!
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Posted in Simply Poetry
“Yellow,
flower power!”
The Yellow Flower Gang
We are a gang, made of material tough
But we never, have to play it rough
You may hear us say some odd stuff
We may have to say, ‘that’s enough’
But never out of spite but out of love
Posted in Simply Poetry
“We’ll take the cake with the red cherry on top”
Navjot Singh Sidhu
Sweet Cherries of Mine
Sweet and juicy
Red delicious beauties
The taste quite fruity
Mix them in a smoothie
Enjoy them in a jacuzzi
While listening to Debussy
Soon you get quite loosy
Because of the sugary boozy
Dance like a looney
And enjoying yourself truly
Posted in Simply Poetry
“No one saves us but ourselves.
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path”
Buddha
Secret Path
Find the secret path way
Through this world of grey
Where ever it may lay
All you need to do, is play
It may have been hidden
In plain sight
But if the bug, had already bitten
The adventure, already taken flight
With a backpack packed
Nothing will you lack
Make the coloured brick road
Your only goal
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