Posted in The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, Seasons
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Nightfall
Soft white lights
In the middle of the night
All have taken flight
From the silent street
Not even a tweet
From the lonely parakeet
After all,
It’s no ball
In the middle of
Winter
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Red
What a blast
The contrast
Not unabashed
As it flashed
Its red colour
All over
Posted in The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, Seasons
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Blurred Bines
With a snow cover
On the top they hover
Not quite the clover
Still always on the upper
They say it’s a hopper
They call them the blurred bines
Yeah yeah yeah!
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Bending not breaking
Swaying back and forth
Somewhere up north
In a forsaken part of earth
Where mother nature gave them birth
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Snowfall
It pours when it snows
When the soft white stuff downward flows
But still something strong grows
Even if the wind really hard blows
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“Now is the winter of our discontent” Richard III, William Shakespeare
Snowy Cotton Balls
Fluffy and puffy
But still most toughie
Balls made of snow
In the darkness they’ll glow
Pick one up and whoa!
Then in a slow mo
It far away throw
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Trash
“My trash can got stolen five times. Finally the owner just let me have it.
” ― Jarod Kintz,
The finer side of life… with Trash (SL WEEK)
Trash day
Better hurry it up
The pick up
Will not wait
Bring your discarded
Into the front yard
Surely soon enough
They will disappear
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Time
“Better three hours too soon than a minute too late” William Shakespeare
Time (SL WEEK 31)
Oh, how time flies
In front of
My very eyes
When sitting still
On the wing
Of an aeroplane
“I cannot sing, dance or act. That’s never stopped me from doing any of those things” Gun Roswell
I Thought My Life Would Include More Impromptu Sing-a-longs
Call me crazy
Or a little hazy
Mostly amazing
And feeling like a daisy
Bursting into song
With the bang of a gong
In the middle of the street
Quick on my feet
On a rush hour bus
Without any fuss
Laughing, prancing
Singing, dancing
A dull working day
Blowing my mind away
Standing in the checkout line
Feeling absolutely fine
Laughing, prancing
Singing, dancing
Call the white coats
And have me committed?
Wouldn’t you rather
join me and admit it
A sing-a-long
Was just the thing
You needed
All along
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Life is but a dream
Posted in Seasonal
Poetry, Photography, Humour
&
In response to Camera Lucida, Winter Mornings
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Winter Morning
Early winter morning
Early, before the dawning
Fresh tracks in the powdery snow
Carefully found before the wind blows
The snowflakes frozen
Glazed against the window
Ski tracks on the ground
But not a soul to be found
The crescent moon
Present before noon
But not far behind
The sun with its shine
Rantings Of A Third Kind 