Posted in Coffee, Tales of Odd, Humour, Poetry and Photography
“Coffee is a language in itself”
Jackie Chan
Travel and Ice Coffee
Coffee, like shoes
Always better in the twos
Just because
It’s so difficult to choose
Category Archives: Serials
Travel and Ice Coffee (three)
Posted in Coffee, Tales of Odd, Humour, Poetry and Photography
“Coffee is a language in itself”
Jackie Chan
Travel and Ice Coffee
To the extreme
Is today’s theme
Or so it seems…
Ripened coffee beans
Of which you could only dream
On them pour water nearly steamed
And soon
Into the stratosphere you will be beamed
Travel and Ice Coffee (two)
Posted in Coffee, Tales of Odd, Humour, Poetry and Photography
“Coffee is a language in itself”
Jackie Chan
Travel and Ice Coffee
“Coffee and ice
Go together
Like sugar and spice”
Hey, I am trying to say something nice
And keeping out of proven lies
So just act along
And we’ll be able to finish this song!
Travel and Ice Coffee (one)
Posted in Coffee, Tales of Odd, Humour, Poetry and Photography
“Coffee is a language in itself”
Jackie Chan
Travel and Ice Coffee
When it is
Time for a break
Make no mistake
Choose wisely
Order precisely
Not a soda
Not water
Not even tea
Only very iced
Coffee
Big White Ball for Daily Photo (two)
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World”
Christopher Columbus
Big White Ball for Daily Photo
…Sooner or later
You are bound for the fate of
Winter!
Oh the splinter
On my side!
Big White Ball for Daily Photo (one)
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World”
Christopher Columbus
Big White Ball for Daily Photo
A big white ball
In the sky of the fall
The shadows growing tall
Myself growing small
But who can you call
And it’s no use to stall
continued in part two
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles (four)
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Moped
“When I turn ninety,
I will drive a moped”
At twenty I playfully joked
But little did I know then
And, that you should never say when,
And, that by the age of fifty
A scooter painted pink
Would come in nifty!
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles (five)
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Scooter
“Faster, harder, scooter!”
No, this is not a blooper
And trying not to be a party pooper
But,
This is a vehicle, not a German band
I state, as I here stand
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles (two)
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Bike (2)
A ladylike bike
With a basket in front
Will lead you
To a treasure hunt
The ride you’ll enjoy
Even, shouting ahoy
While riding around
Plenty of goodies are found
Soon enough
It’s getting tough
Your basket is full
Up the hill
The bike you pull
Sweaty and thirsty
The bike you’re cursing
But when at the top
You see another shop
Quickly mounting the bike
Because you see what you like
With cool breeze in your hair
You thank to gods of this great fare
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles (one)
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Bike
Ride, ride, ride your bike
Where ever you feel and like
Or at least
With this delivery beast
As the delivery clerk
You’ll do the work
And much later
A joyride awaits ya’
But,
If your bike
Will go on a strike
Then what can I say:
You are in for a hike!
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