Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry
“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne
Winter Memories for Daily Photo
Night Wish
Wish, upon a star
The elves would bring
A big cookie jar
A reward up to par
Would be a tune played
On the guitar
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry
“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne
Winter Memories for Daily Photo
Faded Holiday Memory
A faded snapshot
Of a place, the time forgot
This was no holiday, store bought
Rather a memory
Every child should have got
Posted in Mundane Monday : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“I like to make the mundane fabulous whenever I can”
Rufus Wainwright
Comfy Size 42
Time for a treat
No, it’s not a seat
But soft woollen shoes
To drive away
The winter’s blues
Posted in Mundane Monday : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“I like to make the mundane fabulous whenever I can”
Rufus Wainwright
Slender Size 42
I paid my dues
So now I am slipping into
The most comfortable shoes
My slender size forty-twos
Posted in Mundane Monday : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“I like to make the mundane fabulous whenever I can”
Rufus Wainwright
Winter Time in Clogs
I may not be a snob
Do the odd job
But certainly the odd dog
When spending my winter time
In my trusted wooden clogs
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison
Sunday before X-mas
In a comfortable winter’s sled
A holiday heart, glowing in red
Cheer and joy, for a while it will spread
No one knows, what here it lead
Or where it will next head
So each night, before you go to bed
Whisper a wish to keep it fed
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison
Sunday before X-mas
Icing on the red vines
Blurring, all the straight lines
Nature’s tableau refined
Like an artist’s work, defined
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week”
Joseph Addison
Sunday before X-mas
Peeking behind the closed curtains
Heart beating, in uncertain anticipation
What mysteries, lie behind the window
On a Sunday, filled with falling snow
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography and Poetry
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Retro Sofa
Quite classical
In its time,
Even radical
Some say,
Too theatrical
Others called it,
Magical
The sofa from the past
Was made to last
Now, in rebroadcast
It’s selling,
Really, really fast!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.”
― Bashō Matsuo
Feathery Flecks
Still pretty never the less
Like a princess’ dress
In an icy press
Quite the nature’s success
continued in part three
Rantings Of A Third Kind 