Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to” Carl Sandburg
December Moon, Part One
Partly hidden
Behind the soft clouds
Playing chicken?
Or just a misty shroud?
Tag Archives: dark skies
December The First
Posted in honour of the month of December
Poetry and Photography
“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…” John Geddes
December The First
December the first
Came with a burst
A sunrise most gorgeous
It’s almost flirtatious
Come what may
December made its way
Holiday season upon us
With sunshine in abundance
Just An Other Saturday?
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
“The sky may fall on our heads tomorrow”
Just An Other Saturday?
Early morning
Dark skies
The wind howling
The rain pours
Just an other Saturday morning
In the month of November
More darkness to follow
Life empty and hollow
Through the window
The outside world
Only but a blur
But,
Just look out!
Something happens
A single white flake
Then an other
Could it be…
Snowing?
Lightness surrounding
From the skies to the ground
Happy thoughts, clear mind
Nothing more need I find
On just an other Saturday
Friday, Sunset in Suburbia
Poetry and Photography
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.” George R.R. Martin
Friday, Sunset in Suburbia
Sitting at the window
In my little house
In deepest of suburbia
Watching the clouds
As they pass by
The sun slowly setting
Disappearing behind
The tall buildings
I keep on clicking
Capturing the turn
Of the brightest day
Into the darkest of nights
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia
Moon, Bloody Super Moon
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
The supermoon is a 16-inch pizza compared with a 15-inch pizza. It’s a slightly bigger moon; I ain’t using the adjective ‘supermoon.’ Neil deGrasse Tyson
Moon, Bloody Super Moon
Moon bloody Super Moon
Why can’t you get here soon
Instead, in the middle of the night
From my bed standing upright
Down the street I chased it
In a state of a hissy fit
And in my pajamas no less
Frightening the neighbours I confess
Staring up the starlit night
Only to find a disturbing sight
No moon of any colour could I find
I was pissed with my teeth in grind
The big white ball
I earlier in the sky saw
Had hidden behind
A thick cloud bind
So now, another thirty-three years to wait
For that bloody moon to bate
The other option of course
And without too much of remorse
Is…
The next time the full moon is around
Maybe just photoshop in the bloody crown
September in Suburbia, Part One
Poetry and Photography
“I love September, especially when we’re in it” Willie Stargell
September in Suburbia, Part One
Sunshine, rain, a rainbow
Blue skies, dark skies, a rainbow
The weather in constant turmoil
Life in constant recoil
Colours on the leaves turning
From green to bright red flaring
Observing through the viewfinder
All of Mother Nature’s wonder
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island 18
“Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea” Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Ode to Rhodes
Gun’s travel log, stardate: Finland, EET (GMT +3)
Bye, bye beautiful island
It may not be my home land
But I promise once more to return
When the travel fever starts to burn
And I will start to yearn
Of the blue and turquoise sea
As far as the eye can see
Even though a Finn
Still loving the fun
And the warmth of the sun
On my skin
So maybe next year
You will see and hear
Me returning to this island
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island 17
“Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know I shall be happily infected until the end of my life” Michael Palin
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece, Rhodes: Day Seven: Hanging by the Pool
Gun’s travel log, stardate: Greece, City of Rhodes EET (GMT +3)
Today was the last day of the holiday and sadly tomorrow morning we will take off.
Relaxing in the warmth of the sun and snapping a few memories in the near surroundings was all on the agenda.
Basking in the sun
What could be more fun
I can think of none
Last day of holiday
Luckily on a sunny day
Tomorrow we’ll be on our way
On the plane back home we’ll fly
To our friends we’ll say goodbye
There will be no dry eye
The skies briefly turned gray
As if to sadly say
For a while more stay
But, in the end
The time spent
Was a holiday to recommend
Dark Skies
Photography and Poetry
“It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars” Richard Evans
Dark Skies
The light disappearing
Behind the dark curtain
All eyes are tearing
Afraid of a hurting
Is the sky falling down
On this little town
The ever present ancient fear
Of the light bearing sphere
To be swallowed by the beast
All of us be ceased
Huddling closer together
Hoping it’s just the weather
Playing tricks on us fools
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 