Posted in Weekly Photo Breakdown
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Weekly Photo Breakdown
“Photography is a kind of virtual reality, and it helps if you can create the illusion of being in an interesting world” Steven Pinker
Sunrise
Wake up!
The sun is rising
Red sky mesmerizing
The only thing to do
Is to shut up,
And enjoy the fun
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Just stand under the neon lights, and you will feel like a star”
Reflections in the Window
Sparkly wine and caviar
On a beach or in a bar
That is just the way we are
Don’t blame us
It’s just a little fuss
With a big rush
…Sometimes
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Just stand under the neon lights, and you will feel like a star”
Plasma
“Go ahead, tip your toe in
It’s all right,
I won’t bite
Much, anyway!”
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Just stand under the neon lights, and you will feel like a star”
Mirror Mirror
“Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the prettiest flower of them all?”
The dried out husk of a once luscious flower the mirror asked
The mirror looked bored and tired of always hearing the same old question
Looking back into the shriveling plant, it responded
“Do you want to hear the truth, or just some more lies?”
Without as much of a thought, the plant responded
“Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies.
After all, those are the ones I want to hear.”
The mirror responded in frustration, but still, who was it to argue
“Fine: you are the prettiest of the all!
No die already and leave me alone!”
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Just stand under the neon lights, and you will feel like a star”
Killer Plant
“Feed me Seymour, feed me”
The plant beckoned
With its tentacles out stretched
For only a second
Before the food I had fetched
Into its gaping mouth
My way I had found
“Oh, well, food is food”
I calmly stated
When I got digested
And the plant finally sated
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Just stand under the neon lights, and you will feel like a star”
On the Wall
A club in midtown?
No?
A bedroom in hometown
The music is blasting
The neighbours are gasping
Never mind their frown
Time for a showdown
We just got started
So, let’s have a party!
Posted in Caturday
Humour, Tales
“If the shoe fits, wear it”
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Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“When it rains, it pours”
Rainy Suburbia (Daily Photo)
“Welcome to sunny suburbia!”
They said
“Stay a while, take a load off”
They said
“It’s pretty and white, the sun shining so bright!”
They said
“Bah Humbug!”
I said
Sounded more, like a tall tale
Or urban a legend, set to fail!
As the rain came pouring down
And not a single dry spot could be found
I felt like the sideshow clown
On my face, an permanent painted frown
“Oh, well, when in Rome…”
I thought
Sitting in my recliner
Cozy, lazy and bundled up
Sipping on my warm cider
I held up my cup
Saluted towards the window
For all the daring weirdos
Coming out from their hides
And venturing to cold outside
And I said:
“Cheers!”
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry, Tale, Humour & Photography
“A society that gets rid of all its troublemakers goes downhill” Robert A. Heinlein
Down the Hill (Daily Photo)
When ever there is snow on the ground
And a small mountain or a molehill found
The kids will arrive in flocks
Dragging their sleighs to the top
“Mommy, mommy, look at me!
Look how fast I am going!
Oops, look, there’s a tree!”
<Crash, bang, boing>
“Mommy, mommy, look no teeth!”
The kid only laughingly stated
As back up hill he ventured
If only to once more ride
Before getting his dentures
Holiday celebration (Christmas season)
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” Charles Dickens
A Christmas Tale: Can I have some Figgy Puddin’, please!
The year was 1845. I was about ten years of age and working as a stable girl. Our family lived and worked in Lord Hamilton’s manor house. It was Christmas time and as a gift for the servants, the Lord arranged a feast for the staff and their families.
Mommy had the children dressed in their Sunday best. My two brothers were complaining about the stiffness of the shirts. Starch was itchy and could cause rash, especially if one scratched the itch.
I had my favourite dress on and my younger sister was a bit jealous of the red and green colouring. She was wearing a plain blue coloured hand me down.
After all the fuzz and hassle with the wardrobe, the whole family was finally set to go to the main house and start with the Christmas dinner. Us servants would be dining in the large kitchen. Several long tables were brought in with extra seats as well. This wasn’t a large household. With around fifteen servants and their families, well not all had children and spouses, all in all around sixty people in total crammed around the tables. The two cooks had had their hands full with the preparations and naturally every one that could had chipped in.
But now it was time for celebration. Everyone was finally sitting down and getting quiet. After grace the noise level rose again. Food containers were passed around and everyone was filling their respective plates. After all, it wasn’t often we got to eat in this manner and variety.
After a while, everyone had cleared their plates and it was time for dessert. My favourite was the Figgy Pudding. If possible I opted for seconds. As I got my plate of the delicious substance before me, I licked my lips and dug into it with gusto. It did not take too long for the food to disappear from my plate.
My mom looked at me with a smirk. I looked back at her and passing my bowl I asked: “Is there any Figgy Puddin’ left?”
I was smiling widely, feeling exhilarated, when the bowl was passed back to me with an other helping.
When the final bits were eaten, it was time for the traditional sing along. The farmhand brought out his accordion and after the first few tunes, we all joined in. The evening was spent singing, chatting and finally picking up the tables. We all went back to our dwellings, thanking the Lord for the special meal.
Merry Pudding and God bless us everyone!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 