Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
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September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
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 Six
Photography and Poetry
“School,
Effort, and
Play.
Trying your best
Each hour of the day,
Making new friends,
Being good as you can
Exciting discoveries,
Reading books with a friend.”
– Boni Fulgham
September in Suburbia, Part Six
September in Suburbia, Part Five
Photography and Poetry
“School,
Effort, and
Play.
Trying your best
Each hour of the day,
Making new friends,
Being good as you can
Exciting discoveries,
Reading books with a friend.”
– Boni Fulgham
September in Suburbia, Part Five
Sunshine and soft rain
Raindrops falling on the lane
The nature lush and green
More alive than ever seen
The colours in full glow
Red, orange and yellow
Waiting for the rainbow
Soon enough to follow
September in Suburbia, Part Four
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Four
September in Suburbia, Part Three
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer” Helen Hunt Jackson
September in Suburbia, Part Three
Roaming around the Hood
Because the weather was really good
Clouds floating in the blue sky
Wishing if only I could fly
The sun warm on my skin
Melting the coldest of Finns
Colours burning bright
Ideas taking flight
Snap, click, snap, click
Hoping to score some great pics
So here they are
I didn’t walk too far
But still got a great bunch
In a time it takes to have lunch
September in Suburbia, Part Two
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“I love September, especially when we’re in it” Willie Stargell
September in Suburbia, Part Two
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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 