Poetry of Everything
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Monument
SL-WEEK 19: Monument
Havis Amanda, Helsinki, Finland
“Because I’m so big, you have to look at me. I think of myself as a monument. But sometimes I like to feel small” Shaquille O’Neal
Havis Amanda
The gorgeous lady
Rising from the sea
Naked as if bathing
Bearing everything
For the eyes to see
Tourists are watching
Cameras are clicking
A true beauty
Reflecting the city
Of Helsinki
In honour of Caturday, for all cats everywhere
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Caturday, 2015-10-24
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in Fav Foto Friday
“Share each Friday, on your own blog, one photo…or maybe even a gallery of some of your favorite photos that you have taken during the week, that make you smile or that was a great photo capturing opportunity…anything really! And as photographers are often known to say, “The best camera is, the one that you have with you!”
“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.” Ansel Adams
Favourite Photo of the Week, 2015-11-13
The highest tower
Like a tall flower
The setting sun deflecting
Last rays on metal reflecting
Silver, yellow and red
Nothing more to be said
This most gorgeous vision
Selection done by decision
For your viewing pleasure
So, do, value this treasure
Writing 101, Day Nine: Writing and not writing
If you write often or for a living, it’s important to take breaks — to live your life and have new experiences, and to reflect and recharge so you can come back to your desk, ready to hit the keyboard again. Not writing allows you to gain the distance from your words, and thus perspective, which are both needed when it’s time to edit.
Being active every day makes it easier to hear that inner voice.
— Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Write every day, but don’t put your life on hold . . .
— Vincent Mars, “Writing as a Way of Life”
What do you do when you’re not writing? How do you reset and return to this dashboard, refreshed? What do you need in your day-to-day life to maintain balance: Running? Yoga? Gardening? Painting? Cooking?
If you’re not a full-time writer, or if your day is so full of other tasks that you have little time to write, consider these alternative questions: if you could step into a machine that gave you more time, how would you structure your day? What would you write with this extra time?
You have an additional task for the day. Reach out to someone for an interview or collaboration. This person can be a Blogging U. participant, a blogger on WordPress.com or another platform, or anyone else whose work you admire. For planning purposes, this post will run on Day 19.
“It is perfectly okay to write garbage—as long as you edit brilliantly” C. J. Cherryh
Writing 101, Day Nine: Writing and not writing
If you’re not a full-time writer, or if your day is so full of other tasks that you have little time to write, consider these alternative questions: if you could step into a machine that gave you more time, how would you structure your day? What would you write with this extra time?
Working in the coal mine
Daily routine from nine to nine
Pulling twelve hour shifts
Desperately needing a face lift
Waiting for the bell to ring
Then it will be time to sing
Riding in the heavy traffic
Seeing something photographic
Mind finally free to unwind
Thoughts starting to find a rhyme
In through the front door
No time for a quick snore
Laptop booting with a chirp
Gulping food with a quick slurp
Fingers running on the keyboard
Like riding fast on a skateboard
Trying to type as fast as possible
Beating the odds and timetable
The night has fallen dark outside
Trying to complete all tasks with pride
Hearing the clock beep
No time for rest or sleep
Soon an other day breaks
Trying to remain awake
Coffee, coffee, coffee
Finally finished my story
Time for another working day
To earn my keep and get paid
If I only had a time machine
To extend the time between
I would write, write, write
Finally an ending in sight
Tasks long ignored, now complete
Because I did not have to compete
With real life obligations
Chewing up on my patience
For now,
Only in my dreams
Am I really redeemed
And a celebrated writer
One of the mightier
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In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.” Jo Walton
No Ordinary Sunset
Reflecting surfaces
Free of disturbance
Shadows on the walls
Where ever light falls
Red as the colour
Always a stunner
Up in the tower
Feeling empowered
Staring at the horizon
Evermore surprising
The setting of the sun
Was a true home run
“Not fitting in just means you’re in the wrong place”
If There is a Wrong Place and a Wrong Time, I’ll be There
A sale of shoes
Small sizes only
feeling bold
Into the men’s section
I wandered
No time to loose
A nice pair of boots
Fitting like a glove
I am in love
A passer by
Asks me to pose
For a picture
To be a feature
In the paper
In my raggedy jeans
Crashing a party
Of the cocktail kind
A piece of a pie
Instructing all to jive
I was an
Overnight sensation
Even without
The proper presentation
Dancing the night away
With a hip and a sway
In my way to a show
My face in a glow
Hoping premium seats to score
Then a let down
All sold out
Feeling like clown
My face in a frown
Life is a bore
Sitting in the entry way
Sobbing
‘Hey lady’ I hear
Can you sing?
In my mind a ding
My heart is throbbing
Without remorse
I join the chorus
Singing my heart out
Without a doubt
The best night
Of my entire life
Despite the lack
Of several facts
I can’t dance, act or even sing
“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
“Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise” Sigmund Freud
The Blame Game
When you are a lying
On that sofa
Crying
Into a coma
Blaming everyone else
Except yourself
Your mother, your father
Even the family pet rather
Than copping-out
It was your self doubt
Accomplishments gone array
Just because of a high
To have and eat the cake
Soon turned out a fake
Excuses made
For each mistake
“It was not my quirk”
“The dog ate the homework”
“The weather was bad”
“The others made me feel sad”
Stop the blame game
Leave the shame
Look in the mirror
The picture getting clearer
Listen to the gong
Playing the same song
It was you
All along
Posted in the series, World Wide Wednesday around the world in photographs
Photography, Poetry, Travel
“Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going” Paul Theroux
Word Wide Wednesday Presents, Porvoo, Finland, Part Two
The old town of Porvoo
A home away from home
Flew there like a crow
Stated ,when in Rome…
Found the nearest cafe
Which was close to the bay
Enjoyed the sunny day
Until turn of eve
When it was time to leave
Writing 101, Day Seven: Let social media inspire you
One of the goals of Writing 101 is to tap into new and unexpected places for post ideas. Today, let’s look to Twitter for inspiration. Don’t worry — you don’t need an account to participate in this prompt. Even if Twitter isn’t your thing, you might be surprised that you can find starting points for our own writing in other people’s tweets.
Today, write a response to one of these tweets. Shape your post in any way you choose — agree or disagree with the tweet, or use it as a starting point for a story, personal essay, poem, or something else.
“Procrastination is like a credit card: it’s a lot of fun until you get the bill” Christopher Parker
Writing 101, Day Seven: Let social media inspire you
“I can’t decide if procrastination kills creativity or is essential to it.”
Dancing, romancing
Laughing, prancing
Completely trancing
Time fast advancing
Panic quickly attacks
There is no turning back
Time was supposed to lack
Or maybe I am a quack
I was supposed to do
An essay, story, poem or a few
If I only had the slightest clue
I would not be feeling blue
Right now
Was I procrastinating?
Maybe just contemplating?
Planning my next writing?
Or simply, just waiting?
A simple prompt enough
Not too a difficult task
But if I must, I must
With these words at last
I am not going to be defeated
And this poem is completed
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