Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance” Arthur Smith
December Moon, Part Three
Moon moon
December moon
Bright in the night
Bright in the day
Hope you are
Here to stay
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Oh, don’t let’s ask for the moon. We’ve already got the stars” Bette Davis
December Moon, Part Two
“Look, the moon boss, the moon!”
December moon
You came so soon
Where did you go?
We were looking for you
Already a month ago
Here you are
Shining bright
Did you go far?
Never mind,
You are always
Such a delight!
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to” Carl Sandburg
December Moon, Part One
Partly hidden
Behind the soft clouds
Playing chicken?
Or just a misty shroud?
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
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
“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan
The Dark Side of the Crescent Moon
In the darkness
Of the silent night
Staring into the blackness
With only guiding light
The crescent moon
Eyes fully tuned
Watching each step
So not to misstep
From the narrow road
With a stride slowed
The dark side tempting
But towards the light bending
Which side will win
And paint your skin
With its mark
Lucile De Godoy hosting Photo Rehab, The Clinic
Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 38 Wrap up
“In December 2014, after completing the Photo101 course, I opened the Photo Rehab Event in this blog, a ‘healing clinic’, for all of us who love photography (hobbyists, amateurs, pro-shooters and enthusiasts) who missed the course and daily interaction with other photobloggers” Lucile De Godoy
Check out all the magnificent photographs for this week from Lucile’s site:
Also featured Rantings Of A Third Kind:
“Gun from Rantings of a Third Kind brings gorgeous images of September rain; September sunset; September moon.”
Photography and Poetry
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls” George Carlin
Dark Side of the Moon
If you are howling at the moon
You know it’s not twelve in the noon
Maybe doing a little dance
Around the garden in the nude prance
Paying homage to the big white ball in the sky
Whether down on the ground or up high
Some of us are more night people than others
If you think someone it bothers
Just tell them never mind, be kind
Let out a big smile
Tell them no tall tails
And if all else fails
Moon them!
Tonight: Espoo, Finland, the moon was visible through the cloudy night sky.
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 
