Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry
“She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow
Full Moon for Daily Photo
Full moon on a July’s night
Looming above, like a round kite
The whole court yard alight
From it’s shining bright might
The air quiet and lite
Nature preparing, for a midnight’s rite
Running outside, in delight
Like a moon child, ready for flight
Posted in the Daily Incidents
Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
“LinkedIn is for the people you know. Facebook is for the people you used to know. Twitter is for people you want to know”
Hashtag Hell
“Welcome
to hashtag hell”
She said and into the pit fell
“Yes, that is brimstone you smell
Do not on the what ifs dwell
You are here yourself to sell
Awarded, if you do it well!”
She added
“Otherwise
Your demise
Will be,
Quite precise
And, you’ll become
The one
You despise!”
And with an evil laugh,
She was gone
Posted in Quote a Week Tuesday
Quotations /Lessons in Life
Quote a Week Tuesday
For this week’s quote of the week, I have chosen some very wise words by Anne Frank:
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment
before starting to improve the world.”
Anne Frank
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Abandoned on Monday
“No buses today”
“Why?”
“Because, it’s Monday”
“So, I am just supposed to stay?”
“Well, you stay and play,
Or call for a taxi
And a higher fee pay!”
“What if I simply pray?”
“No use,
The buses won’t come today”
“Why?”
“Because, it’s Monday!”
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Red Light on Monday
Don’t run
Against the red light
You might
Get a sight
If the coppers
Are watching
In their choppers!
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Sunshine on Monday
Look, who decided to show up
And here I was starting
To get all wound up!
Quickly, up from the tub
Grab my favourite cup
And outside,
With a huff and puff
I go
And none too slow!
Before, that is,
My favourite show
On TV is up!
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Rain on Monday
The snail’s predictions
Done, with convictions
Brought us destruction
With a set of storm and rain
Falling heavily,
Onto, the open plane
Posted in Mundane Monday #68
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Dialogue
Mundane Monday
“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative – better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.” Deborah Norville
Dark Clouds on Monday
Ominous and eerie
Even though, in theory
It was still summer
Feelings of weary
Vision getting blurry
Starting to worry
As the weather
Was getting glummer
Posted in the Daily Post: Drive
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“The cars we drive say a lot about us” Alexandra Paul
Drive for The Daily Post
They said I couldn’t
You said I shouldn’t
I thought I wouldn’t
But, now
Fading spots I see
In the rear view mirror
As my car and me
Down the road terror
Plough
Finally
Here I am
Where ever this is
Easily
I did drive
So do give me
A high five
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Tale
“I don’t want to be a passenger sitting on the bench not doing much, even in my older years” Frank Lampard
Seat Sunday
I have followed the yellow brick road
And it led me to this humble abode
Surrounded by a picket fence
And a green grass oh so dense
Now I am stationed here for all eternity
The yellow bricks stacked behind me
Grass growing tall, reaching to infinity
The inhabitants enjoying me occasionally
Maybe this is the place I will settle
And every day brew me tea in a kettle
I may be made out of wood and metal
But I can be quite sentimental
I am a special bench
Possibly made by the French
Sometimes in the drain I drench
Still, I am quite the mensch 😉
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