Poetry of Everything
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
“As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat” Ellen Perry Berkeley
Caturday, 2015-12-05, Part One
My little black kitty
Sitting on the potty
Looking very pretty
Acting quite the witty
I am quite dotty
For my little pretty kitty
Posted in the Friday series “Fabulous Friday”
“Shoes are like Chocolate, there is always room for more”
Fabulous Friday, Ode to my Red Shoes
Put on your red shoes
Forget the weekly blues
Listen to your muse
Time for new news
On this joyous of days
On Fabulous Friday
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are bad.”
― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
Elves
“Tip tap tip tap tipe tipe tip tap”
The stars in the sky shining bright
No one knows where they tread
Dressed in white
Dressed in red
The Holiday Season is upon us
The Elves are all around us
Small or tall
They’re having a ball
Singing along
The holiday’s song
“Tip tap tip tap tipe tipe tip tap”
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“I know sometimes I can come off like a lonely spinster in a tower. That’s not me at all” Daphne Guinness
Towering
In the distance
The mere existence
In the presence of significance
The towering height
In all its might
Posted in the Friday series “Fabulous Friday”
“We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be?” Marianne Williamson
Fabulous Friday or 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 the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Man, I really love Vegas” Elvis Presley
“Elvis has left the Konebuilding”
Jingle bells a-rocking
Elvis comes a-knocking
Gold lamé suit
Dancing to no ones’ flute
A real cool dude
Definitely no prude
Rocking around
The Christmas tree
To a cool sound
And and impish glee
Twist and shout
No time to pout
The jingle bells
Put their spells
Now the rest of us
Mere mortals of dust
Jamming with the king
And wholehearted sing
But oh how time flies
Now it is time to say
Our fondest good byes
Flying back to the skies
“Ladies and Gents,
Elvis, has left the (Kone)building”
“By Thursday morning, we’d gotten over the worst of it” William Scranton
Throwback Thursday 2015-12-03
Today is time for a walk down memory lane again and dig into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind since the beginning of time. Well at least from the beginning of this blog 😛
Here are a few featured today:
Put Me in a Box, Why don’t You
Let the Rantings continue!!!
“Life is not simple, and people can’t be boxed into being either heroes or villains” Jessica Hagedorn
Put Me in a Box, Why don’t You
I may no be the hero type
Or match your idea of a villain
You think I am a complete zero hype
Because I caused you a chilling
Just because in your grand plan
I did not win the grand slam
Stuff me in the smallest locker
It isn’t such a shocker
It’s not the obstacle, it’s a mild hindrance
I will seek and find the entrance
Just because
I can never be part of the conventional stock
Always and forever thinking outside the box
“Pure Energy, Supreme Consciousness”
Pure Energy
Who we are
What we are
Our destination
In the end
We are all
Made of
The same
Star synergy
Pure Energy
“Enjoy life sip by sip, not gulp by gulp” The Minister of Leaves, The Republic of Tea
Tea, Earl Grey, Hot
Slow down
Listen
To the world
Around
Forget
That strife
Just Enjoy
Without a ploy
The simple pleasures,
Purest treasures
Of life
A cup of tea,
Plain and simple
Easy as
Your A, B, C
Soon you’ll see
A dimple
On your cheek
Will sneak
Breathe in
Breathe out
Relinquish
All doubt
Nothing to it
You can do it
Relax a while
It is no guile
Soon enough
The moment
That should have
Forever lasted
Has passed
You are back
On track
Remembering,
Hoping
The moments
Between now
And running out
To the
wide open
Would last
Longer than
A token
