Elevator Views (Mundane Monday 2016-02-08)

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Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday

“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #45

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“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
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Elevator Views

Higher and higher
Up the high riser
Like a race car driver
In this scenic elevator

Speed is getting faster
Closer up the rafter
Feeling the adventure
And the ultimate pleasure

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Blue Skies (Mundane Monday 2016-02-08)

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Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday

“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #45

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Blue Skies chorus by Irving Berlin

“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
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Blue Skies

The sun in the sky
Shining so bright
Feeling so high
What a delight

Peace on my mind
Starting to unwind
Future defined
Ever so fine

“Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on”

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Umbrella (Daily Photo 2016-02-08)

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Poetry & Photography

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“Who am I that I have to sing under an umbrella? These people are my fans, and if they can stand in the rain to hear me sing, I can stand in the rain” Bobby Darin

Umbrella (Daily Photo 2016-02-08)

Step under my umbrella
We can sing in a cappella
Like we were the Ella
Just out of hella
Lady or a fella

Let’s create a novella
You can play the Stella
Prance around like a gazella
Maybe invite the Cinderella
Even if she is vanilla

There is no dilemma
Here what I tell ‘Ya
It’s quite the Rockwell’a
So step under my umbrella
Just out of the hella

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Caturday 2016-02-06

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In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere

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“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx

Ode to Freakish Felines

Freakishly feline
Or a soft purring ball
How easy to unwind
Soon to a sleep fall
Hypnotized
By those wide eyes
The limber steps
Command respect
You can never own them
Just borrow for a while
But rest assured, the little gems
Will leave you in big smiles

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Mandatory: Yearly Vehicle Inspection

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“Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car” E. B. White

Mandatory: Yearly Vehicle Inspection

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My poor little cabby
You looked a little shabby
When the man in uniform
Wanted to check how you perform

Up into the air hoisted
Light to all places pointed
Every nook and crannie
Last but not least, your fanny
Inspected, suspected, subjected
Finally accepted and approved

With a grinn on your grill
Because I got stuck with the bill
But happily paid the dues
And out into the traffic we flew

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Ode to My Little Car

Ode to My Little Car

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“Good things come in small sizes”

Ode to My Little Car

It was a tiny little thing
Not the prettiest of the lot
The name had a soft ring
Almost like a plot

Fiesta…
Siesta…

Round and round in paces
Could see the look on others faces
‘Surely that is not the car to buy’
‘To her money she would kiss goodbye’

Trying it on for size I did
Smiling like a little kid
Spite what others may have though
This car was surely bought

It wasn’t quite what expected
Less is not more, had to respect it

Tempted by a car with muscle
The salesman tried to hustle
Something made me turn to look
The little car had gotten me hooked

Back and forth I went
Trying not to get bent
It was calling me I could hear
Trying hard not to get near

But
Fear not
Reason won in the end

After all
The muscle car was too tall
And lets face it
I got hitched

The tiny car was kin
All is well in the end

Lesson learned: Think big, buy small!

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Throwback Thursday 2016-02-04

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

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“Just an FYI: Thursday the 12th is just as rare at Friday the 13th.”

Throwback Thursday 2016-02-04

Each Thursday we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.

Here are a few featured today for your enjoyment today:

Monday, Bloody Monday (Repost TBT)

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I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine (Repost TBT)

Backstabbing

Sisu, Sauna and Koskenkorva aka Ode to Finns (Repost TBT)

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Let the Rantings continue!!!
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Monday, Bloody Monday (Repost TBT)

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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

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“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”

Monday, Bloody Monday

Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day

My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing

No use in struggle or fighting 
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment

Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive

Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?

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I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine (Repost TBT)

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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

Backstabbing

Is that a knife on my back or are you just happy to see me?”

I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine

Call it suspicion or plain paranoia
Still not turning my back on ya
Perhaps a lack of trust in a fellow human
But definitely not a friendship in blooming

We come in friendship (shoot to kill)
That kind of kinship, gives you a chill
The pessimist would underline this cliche
And using “trust no one” as a catch phrase

Surely this rant was written in jest
Just something to get off my chest
If there was a lesson to be learnt, then just fine
At least you did not have to read between the lines

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The White Cat in a Hat (Shortest of Tales Collection)

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Shortest of Tales Collection presents:

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“A short story is something that you can hold in your mind. You can really analyze how the entire thing works, like a machine” Chuck Palahniuk

The White Cat in a Hat

The little white cat
With a black hat
Was taking a nap
On the kitchen mat

Her tail all curled
As she softly purred
Oblivious to the world
As it around her whirled

Something made her stir
Looking up with a stare
Straight up stood her fur
As she took off in a blur

The hat off tore
Landed on the floor
The cat was out the door
Heard was a loud roar

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