Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song
“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
October Rap for Daily Photo
Camouflaged
Category Archives: Serials
October Rap for Daily Photo (five)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song
“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
October Rap for Daily Photo
A little pink with a touch of rain-pearls…
Who says, it’s just for the girls!
October Rap for Daily Photo (four)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song
“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
October Rap for Daily Photo
In the close-up, I am even more gorgeous!
October Rap for Daily Photo (six)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song
“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
October Rap for Daily Photo
Red, red, and rain
Nope, not leaving a stain!
October Rap for Daily Photo (one)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song
“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
October Rap for Daily Photo
October, October,
Call it a Rocktober
This is the rap
That would make anyone snap
As a matter of fact
If you manage to survive intact
Possibly use energy untapped
And sing this song without getting cracked
October, October,
When you need a leaf blower
Can this month be any slower
Calling red rover, red rover
Maybe it’s time for some poker
Wondering if I can finish this song sober
What’s it all about
Did you have some doubts
This is just a song
Written in a thong
Trying to make it rhyme
Before my bedtime
So don’t say it’s a crime
Just sing along at chime
And we’ll all be just fine
Word!
And that’s a wrap for October 😉
Quote a Week Tuesday
Posted in A Quote a Week Tuesday (2016-11-01)
“The poetry of the earth
is never dead.”
John Keats
Quote a Week Tuesday
For this week’s quote, for us poetry lovers:
“Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens
with real toads.”
Marianne Moore
Shopping for Halloween for Daily Photo (three)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Halloween
Shopping for Daily Photo
“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping”
Bo Derek
Elf off the Shelf
A Christmas elf
From the store shelf
No matter if October
And a long while until December
This hefty little thing
Joined the pumpkins
This Halloween
Have you ever seen
Shopping for Halloween for Daily Photo (two)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Halloween
Shopping for Daily Photo
“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping”
Bo Derek
Scary Thing with Family
A scary little thing
Started to sing
Its little offspring
Joining with a ding
“Please ma’am
If you can
Take us home
So not alone
Will you be
On this eve
Of all hallows
If you don’t
Then what will follow
Is a scary thing”
And they continued to sing
So in my cart
Added, which was smart
And off home did I start
With the singing
Gang of pumpkins
Shopping for Halloween for Daily Photo (one)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Halloween
Shopping for Daily Photo
“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping”
Bo Derek
Store Bought
A face made scary
For my lovely deary
Store bought
But of course
Do you really see me
Growing any weeds
Even for this eve
For all hallows to see
Water for Halloween
Posted in 101 fiction Halloween Issue and Halloween: Tales of Horror
“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!”
~Dexter Kozen
Water
Nightly Reflections
Scary darkness surrounding
My heart is wildly pounding
The waves in the distant sounding
A flicker of light in the distance
Easing my earlier resistance
Now walking towards the pier
Mind still filled with fear
Behind me, dragging my gear
Finally arriving at my destination
Looking at the dark water with hesitation
Chewing my thumb
But the time has come…
To dive in
Sinking into the dark waters
And maybe, just maybe
This is my slaughter
Shedding humanity
And becoming the sea lady
Or maybe, just maybe
I have finally learnt
The lesson taught…
And how to dive
Rantings Of A Third Kind 