Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Rays of the Sun
From behind the darkest of grey
The light source, found it’s way
Happiness, riding down in a sleigh
On a heavenly, highway
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
The Glow
“Peek-a-boo
I see you!”
Said,
The little ray of sun
As she came down
For some fun
“Are you looking for someone?”
Asked,
The palm
But remained calm
Despite the touch of sun
Feeling like balm
The ray of sun smiled
And replied,
“I’m here to play
But cannot too long stay
If there is one thing I have learnt
Things do get burnt
If I remain too long
Because no one
Is that strong”
“That’s cool,
And I’m no fool
I went to school!
And, if it gets too hot
I can dip in the pool”
The palm responded
And before too long
The two, had bonded
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Something Arising, in the Horizon
Something strange?
Something scary?
Is the world, about to change?
Better get ready!
Posted in the Daily Post : New Horizon : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“No matter how far a person can go
the horizon is still way beyond you”
Zora Neale Hurston
Fire in the Sky
The sky is red
The sea is blue
The last alphabet is zed
And the end rhymes with zoo
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Laughter is the best revenge for anger” Dalai Lama
I Laugh, There For I Am
Call me crazy
Call me a fool
Or just a simple tool
Laughing, grinning
Face in full leering
Feelings of winning
Life gave you lemons
Or battling with demons
Trying not to worry
Or even feel sorry
For things that cannot change
Rather arrange
Time for a full belly laugh
Several times a day
It isn’t daft
Keeps your mind clear
Throughout the year
When you wake up
Forget the wile
Put on that smile
It is the best make up
Everyone can wear
Which will not tear
Come rain or shine
All will be fine
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Screw you guys, I’m going home!” Eric Cartman
What Ever!
You were smiling
Feeling charming
And quite beguiling
The sun was shining
This was supposed to be
A great day
For a song or a play
But then it turned out to be
Something else completely
It turned out to be
One of *those days*
Struck you in the face
Run over like a ten ton truck
And disappear without a trace
What the fuck?
Feeling like a schmuck
Completely out of luck
Standing in the rain
Without an umbrella
Almost going insane
And not from singing a cappella
So I say “What ever!”
And take my leave
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Do more, complain less”
I need a Different Tune to Sing to
Repeat this mantra and you’ll soon believe it
Turning into a complete little shit
“My head is empty, my head is empty, my head is empty,
completely and abso-freaking-lutely empty”
Not one sensible thought passing through
The mind no longer sharp and clever
The neurons and positrons or what ever
Have turned into some kind of inert goo
Head spinning around like being possessed
Just like Linda Blair in the Exorcist
The thought pattern repeating those same old tunes
Feels like running on mere fumes
Stuck and totally out of luck
Like a sitting duck awaiting the slayer
Or a broken needle on a record player
Not adding any new layers
Complaining more and nothing gets done
Seems the mojo is lost and so is all the fun
It is time to change the needle or the record
Even if it takes a lot of effort
Repeating this mantra and soon you will believe
The best proven remedy to achieve
Is to do more and complain less
And in a new tune singing your way out of this mess
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Careful how you play your card, when you have a queen in your hand”
I am the Queen of Fucking Everything
Who am I?
You dare to ask me?
Or are you playing shy?
Or do you task me?
Do you not know who I am?
I am everyone
And I am no one
I know all
Still I am alone
I own everything
And I own nothing
I rule the world
Yet, I rule nothing
I rule your world
I rule you
I am gorgeous
I am sexy
I am marvellous
I am perplexing
Hardly ordinary
I am, extraordinaire
All the adjectives you can imagine
No one quite my kin
I can do anything
I can do everything
I can go everywhere
You can find me anywhere
And don’t you dare
To disagree with me
Or I will give you the scare
For contradicting me
Why?
You ask
The reason is
this simple thing
I am the Queen of
Fucking Everything!
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“The only thing I ever throwback on Thursdays are drinks”
Me, Myself and I for Throwback Thursday
For this week’s Throwback Thursday, a have chosen a few posts dedicated to the theme of “Me, Myself and I”. A few good thoughts to be re-shared from the archives: Enjoy!
I Laugh, There For I Am
I need a Different Tune to Sing to
I am the Queen of Fucking Everything
What Ever
Posted in the Daily Post: Conundrum : Photography /Poetry /Humour
“Conundrum: A fun word to repeat over and over again when no one’s listening.
Actual meaning is as puzzling as the need to chant the word.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich
The Puzzle
If you want to solve this puzzle
Just flex your little muscles
Maybe do a little shuffle
Then blow a few bubbles
If you end up in trouble
A few steps back stumble
Do not try to hustle
Skip across the puddle
Let out a small chuckle
Loosen that belt buckle
There; now you solved the puzzle
Rantings Of A Third Kind 