Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
Category Archives: Poetry
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September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
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September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia
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Moon, Bloody Super Moon
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
The supermoon is a 16-inch pizza compared with a 15-inch pizza. It’s a slightly bigger moon; I ain’t using the adjective ‘supermoon.’ Neil deGrasse Tyson
Moon, Bloody Super Moon
Moon bloody Super Moon
Why can’t you get here soon
Instead, in the middle of the night
From my bed standing upright
Down the street I chased it
In a state of a hissy fit
And in my pajamas no less
Frightening the neighbours I confess
Staring up the starlit night
Only to find a disturbing sight
No moon of any colour could I find
I was pissed with my teeth in grind
The big white ball
I earlier in the sky saw
Had hidden behind
A thick cloud bind
So now, another thirty-three years to wait
For that bloody moon to bate
The other option…
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Sunny Days in October, Part One
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry
“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”
Sunny Days in October Part One
Rain, rain, rain
And some more rain
But, wait… what?
Today, no rain?
Surprisingly sunny
To the point of funny
The air soft and warm
I could have sworn
It was late summer
But oh bummer
I wasn’t grinning
Because,
It was the beginning
Of October
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Happy Caturday 2015-10-03
A homage to Cats now departed
A dip into the photo archives.
“In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you” Michel de Montaigne
Happy Caturday 2015-10-03
I still remember
That day in September
When a furry bundle of joy
Appeared at my door
And with a loud roar
Shouted: Ahoy!
Over thirty years ago
With four more in tow
With fullest of force
Changing the course
Of my entire life
Without much strife
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SL WEEK 13: Four Wheel Drives
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
In response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of ecology
“You don’t have to invent the wheel, but you might want to be the company that invents the rims” MC Hammer
SL WEEK 13: Four Wheel Drives
Four wheel drives
Of a different kind
Manual propulsion
With a little compulsion
Slowly getting nowhere
And then again, everywhere
Usage from ages zero
To the top one hundred
You can be a hero
Or a little weirdo
As long as you keep pedalling
The flow of adrenaline
Will keep you moving
Your condition improving
Hear the crowds cheering
As you are nearing
The finish line
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SL WEEK 13: I want to ride my Bicycle
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
In response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of ecology
“Life is like riding a bicycle: you don’t fall off unless you stop pedaling” Claude Pepper
SL WEEK 13: I want to ride my Bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride it where I like
Sometimes, even a trike
With this simple vehicle
On a ride so magical
Ever so classical
In today’s world radical
And utterly likeable
Someone said impossible
Even behaviour maniacal
Never mind the icicles
And the cynicals
I just keep on riding on
My bicycle
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Nightfall in Suburbia
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers” L.M. Montgomery
Nightfall in Suburbia
The expectance of storm and rain
Transformed into a beautiful play
The sunset beyond the treeline
Never looked so fine
The colours painted in the sky
Catering both mind and eye
A perfect ending for the day
I wish I had more time to stay
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Homage to Dame Julie Andrews, Happy 80th Birthday!
Homage to Dame Julia “Julie” Elizabeth Andrews, DBE: Happy Birthday!
“Sometimes I’m so sweet even I can’t stand it.” Julie Andrews
Homage to Dame Julie Andrews, Happy 80th Birthday!
The hills are alive
With the sound of Julie
Moving along with a jive
An ageless beauty
Victor Victoria and The Sound of Music
With Mary Poppins adds to pure magic
Theatre, movies, musicals and records
Hitting the set of perfect chords
A truly multitalented performer
With a knack of being a transformer
Damehood received
Fans very pleased
Our Dame Julie
We love you truly
