Escalator for Mundane Monday

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Posted in Mundane Monday #83 
Mundane, Photography, Poetry and Humour

“I now find magic in the mundane. I’m also more creative –
better able to look beyond the obvious and come up with new story angles.”
Deborah Norville

Escalator

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Living life in the mall’s simulator
When riding up and down the escalator
Keeping control, like an operator
From ride to ride, like a navigator
Each passenger, like an imitator
Step by step, feet moving like alternators

Sorry,
No wheels said the administrator
Or you will be labelled a violator
And thrown off from this cycle
Phew, just glad I was not a skater
Maybe sooner, than later
He’ll quit being a hater
Learn how to become a collaborator
And only then,
Be able to ride on the escalator

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Going Up? (TBT)

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Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

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“Never give up, never surrender, full speed ahead!” Galaxy Quest, Commander Peter Quincy Taggart

Going Up?

Higher, faster, stronger
Can’t wait much longer
Without any doubts
Reaching for the clouds
Got to get up, up, up!
Never going to stop
Counting every minute
The sky is the limit

Then, out of the blue
Quite abruptly
Movement disrupted
Everything frozen
Feelings of brazen
Completely gone
Looking at the door
No route for escape
Standing there
Without a clue
My mouth agape
Pulling my hair
Eyes wide
Nowhere to hide

“Well, apparently the lift has stopped?”
“Sixteenth floor, going no higher?”
“No, next step is to be opted.”
“Guess we are out of the dire!”
“Yes, well, time to get off this ride!”
“Right! Please, after you!”
“Thank you! How kind.”
“No problem! Next stop into the queue!”

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Going Up?

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“Never give up, never surrender, full speed ahead!” Galaxy Quest, Commander Peter Quincy Taggart

Going Up?

Higher, faster, stronger
Can’t wait much longer
Without any doubts
Reaching for the clouds
Got to get up, up, up!
Never going to stop
Counting every minute
The sky is the limit

Then, out of the blue
Quite abruptly
Movement disrupted
Everything frozen
Feelings of brazen
Completely gone
Looking at the door
No route for escape
Standing there
Without a clue
My mouth agape
Pulling my hair
Eyes wide
Nowhere to hide

“Well, apparently the lift has stopped?”
“Sixteenth floor, going no higher?”
“No, next step is to be opted.”
“Guess we are out of the dire!”
“Yes, well, time to get off this ride!”
“Right! Please, after you!”
“Thank you! How kind.”
“No problem! Next stop into the queue!”

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