Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Waiting
Important meeting to decide one’s fate?
Maybe a secret hideaway, for a coffee date?
Watching, waiting, by the gate
Why, oh why is my destiny late?
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
Empty Seats
Finally, the storm has passed
The remaining overcast
Will not for long last
Moving on, is our goal
After all, it is good for our soul
And faster and faster, we stroll
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
When it Rains…
When it rains, it possibly pours
How to find a shelter outdoors?
Behold, a wonderful escape
In a shape of a cafe
By the beautiful Esplanade
Soon, sitting, coffee enjoying
Carefully watching
Life and passersby flowing
And the sunshine washing
The rainy clouds away
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
“I have no plans to rock myself to sleep in my bath chair yet” Bruce Forsyth
A Seat at the Restaurant for Seat Sunday
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris” Mason Cooley
Totem of Modern Times for Daily Photo
… But when the ball of white
Disappears from sight
It’s more useful, than a flashlight
So, before you smite
Think of what a delight
Is,the pole of shining bright
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris” Mason Cooley
Totem of Modern Times for Daily Photo
The bringer of light
Into the darkest of night
Is the totem of might
OK,so, now in the daylight
It doesn’t too much excite
Just standing there, looking trite…
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“My imagination is a twisted place” Taylor Swift
Twisted for Daily Photo
A view, somewhat twisted
Like a sinking ship, listed
The horizon, non-existed
Professionals going ballistic
“Surely, this image is a misfit”
Retorts the photo-puristic
Laughing, I call it surrealistic
Filled with characteristics
Never mind the statistics
Maybe I just feel fantastic
Even a little nostalgic
But I say, it is naturalistic
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Tale
Lilies of the Valley for Daily Photo
“I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!”
― Elizabeth Gaskell
Lilies of the Valley
She’s a Lily of the Valley
You, may call her Sally
Better not get to pally
Or out you will dilly-dally
Soon, the others Sally will rally
There will be quite a tally
They will gather in the alley
Then go for a beer to O’Malley’s
The tallest tale ever spun verbally
When Sally recounted her tally
Singing, dancing in a few galleys
Some say, it was so loud, they heard it in Cali
This will be the finale
Of a tale of a Lily called Sally
I heard she moved her locale
Last seen, in Napa Valley
Posted in Daily Photo
Photography /Poetry
Lilies of the Valley for Daily Photo
“I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!”
― Elizabeth Gaskell
Lilies of the Valley
As the summer wind softly blows
The delicate white bells glow
From the sunlight’s reflection
You can almost see, the perfection
Posted in Mundane Monday #63
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Forest for Mundane Monday
“Time had changed the magical to mundane”
― Rohinton Mistry
Remnants
Years and years have I lived
The stories I could tell
Just a little token you need to give
And my story I will sell
Rantings Of A Third Kind 