Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Finding a Safe Harbour
Sailing, at sea
Is the place to be
But when the storm rises
You may end up in crisis
Unless, a safe harbour in time
You are lucky, to find
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Blue on Blue
“Nothing but blue skies,
From now on”
Was the message of the song
Nope, you did not hear me wrong
Just stay strong
Summer and blue skies,
Will soon come along
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Rays of the Sun
From behind the darkest of grey
The light source, found it’s way
Happiness, riding down in a sleigh
On a heavenly, highway
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
The Glow
“Peek-a-boo
I see you!”
Said,
The little ray of sun
As she came down
For some fun
“Are you looking for someone?”
Asked,
The palm
But remained calm
Despite the touch of sun
Feeling like balm
The ray of sun smiled
And replied,
“I’m here to play
But cannot too long stay
If there is one thing I have learnt
Things do get burnt
If I remain too long
Because no one
Is that strong”
“That’s cool,
And I’m no fool
I went to school!
And, if it gets too hot
I can dip in the pool”
The palm responded
And before too long
The two, had bonded
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Something Arising, in the Horizon
Something strange?
Something scary?
Is the world, about to change?
Better get ready!
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Fire in the Sky
The sky is red
The sea is blue
The last alphabet is zed
And the end rhymes with zoo
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“This must be Thursday.
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
Douglas Adams
Thursday
“Do you consider yourself lucky?”
She asked and turned towards Chucky,
Who was standing there mouth agape
Like he’d just seen a really odd ducky
“I guess…”
Chucky managed to stutter,
Pondering what next to utter
As the gorgeous sunset
Had his heart in a state of flutter
But soon, managed to recover
And out loud to only whisper
“Yes, I am very lucky”
Continuing staring
Up high
Into the red sky,
Still flaring
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography and Poetry
“This must be Thursday.
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
Douglas Adams
Thursday
Did you catch the last rays?
Did you see them fade away,
Into the night sky?
Did you wish you could fly?
If you are asking why,
Then, this must be Thursday!
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Laughter is the best revenge for anger” Dalai Lama
I Laugh, There For I Am
Call me crazy
Call me a fool
Or just a simple tool
Laughing, grinning
Face in full leering
Feelings of winning
Life gave you lemons
Or battling with demons
Trying not to worry
Or even feel sorry
For things that cannot change
Rather arrange
Time for a full belly laugh
Several times a day
It isn’t daft
Keeps your mind clear
Throughout the year
When you wake up
Forget the wile
Put on that smile
It is the best make up
Everyone can wear
Which will not tear
Come rain or shine
All will be fine
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman
What Ever!
You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play
But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace
What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella
So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave
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