Poetry of Everything
Posted in the series, World Wide Wednesday around the world in photographs
Photography, Poetry, Travel
“I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr
Word Wide Wednesday Presents, Porvoo, Finland, Part Six
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo…
Posted in the series, World Wide Wednesday around the world in photographs
Photography, Poetry, Travel
“I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr
Word Wide Wednesday Presents, Porvoo, Finland, Part Five
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
Listen to the poll
And take little stroll
Pick up a doll
And do a little dance
Take a chance
On the wide expanse
Of the historic streets
Of Porvoo
Posted in Quote A Week Tuesday & Poetry
“There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship” Thomas Aquinas
Quote A Week Tuesday #3, Part One and Two
Today is time for two of my favourite quotes, and as usual, quite something to relate to:
The old adage “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer” (Sun Tzu) can easily be translated into “With friends like that, who needs enemas” (The Adventures of Ford Fairlane).
In my youth, yes, believe it, I did have one, it was often hard to know whom to trust and I grew a shell around my person, trying to keep disappointments outside. As I have aged, no not grown old, rather wiser (if even possible :P) the protective exterior has somewhat cracked and trusting people a little more has become easier. Not too much mind you, but just enough! That being said, a little mistrust never hurt anyone?
Meanwhile, enjoy my “little lesson in life” in part two:
“Trust dies but mistrust blossoms” Sophocles
Mistrust is such an Ugly Word
My poor little mistrusting thing
Think ,what joy a friend may bring
Together sharing your precious blings
Laughing when playing in the swing
Trust is a difficult thing
You say quicker than the clock could ding
I am afraid of the sting
Even if it means alone I would sing
Your world may not always be on a string
And you may not always be the king
But if you want that bell to ring
Spread out far your wings
And in the chorus you may sing
Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Mine your own material
“Mining is like a search-and-destroy mission” Stewart Udall
Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Mine your own material
The physical artifacts of our lives act as our raw material: hardbound journals, photo albums, newspaper clippings, belongings handed down to us. But these days, we also document and live online, so we can treat our blogging platforms and social spaces in the same way.
I like looking for post ideas in these places. I once used phrases from a forgotten draft in my dashboard to create almost-poetry. I’ve searched my social accounts for old Facebook posts and tweets and written blog posts about my social media behavior. I’ve experimented with creative content generators, like Poetweet, which uses your tweets to create poems.
Imagine a shopper searching for vintage items at a flea market, or an artist using recycled materials to build a sculpture. Can you dig through your online treasures and build upon old stories and existing writing? Here are more ideas:
* Take a peek in the drafts section of your dashboard. Can you use unpublished copy in a new way?
* Scroll through your Facebook wall and see if any posts catch your eye. Do you feel the same as when you first posted it? Can you comment on how you’ve evolved?
* Look at the stream of tweets you’ve favorited over time. Why did you favorite a particular tweet? What does your list of favorites say about you?
* If you use the Tag Cloud Widget, scan the terms in your tag cloud. Can you write prose or poetry that uses most of these words?
* If you have trouble finding ideas this way, think about the things we leave behind. Tell us about a time you’ve left an object, place, person, or even an idea behind — and had to move on.
Go to:
Work in Progress, the Series
“Time’s awasting”
Work in Progress, the Series
My poor little discarded things
Scattered all over the place
Nothing but sorrow it brings
My thoughts high up in space
Ideas are there of plenty
Many a time I have spent
Writing, writing, writing
Against time always fighting
Some if never makes to complete
Against myself I only compete
Maybe I just want to make it neat
And not to admit to being defeated
The excuse is the same as it always was
I started it, got to a great place
Then, I thought of something else
Why? Well just because
If I could only finish what I started
But alas, it is always a work in progress
What if I stick in to it full hearted
Then I can call it WIP, the series
Poetry & Photography
An homage to the Swan, the national bird of Finland
“The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood” Heinrich Heine
Swans
Majestic and regal
Equal to an eagle
A bird of the royals
Worthy of the nobles
Beauties in flight
Whitest of knights
From the blue skies
Watch the dive
The black swan
Swimming at dawn
Her dark shadow
Contrast to snow
“Well, it’s worked so far, but we are not off yet” Dr McCoy, Star Trek
To boldly go where no Woman has gone before
“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”
— Astronomer Carl Sagan
Cosmos,
The final
Frontier
So far
And yet
So near
Entering the spaceship
Ready for a long trip
Going to Mars?
Or even farther beyond?
Following the stars
Over the magic pond
Through the window
Feelings of alone
One trail of thought
As the mental guide
Trying not to get caught
In a state of confined
As the flight progresses
I feel less stressed
What ever awaits me
It only can be
Something wonderful
And most magical
To boldly go
Where no
Woman
Where no one
Has gone
Before
In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part Two
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees…
In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees
The white dust on the ground
Everywhere to be found
Where the heck is my car
Couldn’t have left it far
Grabbed the snow shovel
Moving my muscles
Soon the path is clear
Feeling like a pioneer
On the 22nd day of November
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
I just hope the roads won’t ice over
Or I’ll be prancing like a four leaf clover
Trying to cross the roads
In the early morning hours
On my way to work
Trying not to go berserk
When it’s really dark
Only dogs will bark
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
