Posted in the Daily Post: Heritage
“It is not the honor that you take with you,
but the heritage you leave behind”
Branch Rickey
Heritage
Just another brick on the wall?
This window may be small
But those who did it install
Made sure, no one out of it would fall
Something lasting from the ages here shown
The makers worked their fingers to the bone
To build as heritage a wall of stone
Now us youngsters, proudly do it own
Posted in the Daily Post: Heritage
“It is not the honor that you take with you,
but the heritage you leave behind”
Branch Rickey
Heritage
When the waring was finished
His belongings quite diminished
All that was left for inheritance
Was a pile of armor, none too relevant
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
Snow, snow, snow
Let it blow, let it blow…
… Even in May!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
Snow, snow, snow
Let it blow, let it blow
Where ever it may flow
It’s coming down
Really, really slow
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Every viewer is going to get a different thing.
That’s the thing about painting, photography, cinema”
David Lynch
Painted
A water colour painting?
Or an image ever fading?
The flowers once blooming
The watcher’s mind fueling
If you keep on viewing
The picture might be renewing
Something everlasting sustaining
Forever, in the frame maintaining
Posted in Simply Poetry
Photo credits Google
“No man is an island,
entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent”
John Donne
Island
On an
Deserted island
I got slammed
This is, my land
This is, where I make my stand
Here lays, my strand
If here, you try to land
Know that, you’ll be damned
By the wave, of my hand
You will be, hanged
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
A single branch
Making its stance
Sprung out of spring
Now, let’s all sing
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
The grass, green
It’s the time of spring
The birds, do sing
But,
Big white snowballs
From the sky fall
WTF?
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
Suddenly,
Sunshine
Life again
Oh, so fine
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
Life is a struggle. the say
All you can do to survive, is pray…
…Especially in a hail storm
With a kid in a trolly
Oh, what folly!
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