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“The sun is new each day” Heraclitus
Sunrays, Two
Category Archives: Serials
Sunrays: One
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“The sun is new each day” Heraclitus
Sunrays
Trying to catch a glimpse
Of the last sun sparkles
Before they shrink
Into complete darkness
Sepia: Three
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“Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia” Ellen Hopkins
Sepia, Three
Sepia: Two
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“Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia” Ellen Hopkins
Sepia, Two
Sepia: One
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“Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia” Ellen Hopkins
Sepia
The faded colour
A reminder of the past
Many nuances to discover
Monochrome to last
Once a colourful picture
A photographer’s signature
Now, maybe a work of art
Or close to someones heart
Red: Three
Posted in Daily Photo, Photography and Poetry
“Red is the ultimate cure for sadness” Bill Bless
Red, Three
Red: Two
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“Red is the ultimate cure for sadness” Bill Bless
Red, Two
Red: One
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“Red is the ultimate cure for sadness” Bill Blass
Red
Seeing red?
Hoping for something else instead?
What can I say
I like to play
Red is red is red
Maybe you should have stayed in bed
So like it or not
Here are the shots
You can catch more flies with honey… And even more with manure? (TBT)
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Who wants to lick honey, must not shy away from the bees” Scots proverb
You can catch more flies with honey… And even more with manure?
Leonard Hofstadter: I’m just saying, you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
Sheldon Cooper: You can catch even more flies with manure; what’s your point?
Don’t be a rude dude
Or a crude prude
Just smile a little
For a change at least
Tame that beast
Don’t try to debate it
You might even like it
You won’t be hated
Most will be quite taken
When you are not faking
That giggle
It’s not a riddle
Giving a little
Getting more back
Take a whack
Just throw the dice
Try to be nice
Not a besserwisser
Or an ass kisser
It all pays off in the end
With only a wee effort spent
A smile and a great attitude
Trumps being rude
Manure or honey?
I’d bet my money
On the sweet thing
Any day
Baby I Can Drive My Car (TBT)
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I’m gone” Steven Wright
Baby I Can Drive My Car
Setting the scene
Pedal to the metal
Nerves unsettled
Giving it some gas
A little more for the blast
Overheating the machine
The engine is revving
Feels like heaven
Seeing is believing
The stress finally relieving
All the senses perceiving
No time to scoff
No time to fear
The moment is here
The road ahead, clear
Blast off!
Baby I can drive my car
Even though I’m not a star
Still I’m getting very far
Performance getting up to par
And maybe I love you babe
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