Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
Snow, snow, snow
Let it blow, let it blow
Where ever it may flow
It’s coming down
Really, really slow
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Every viewer is going to get a different thing.
That’s the thing about painting, photography, cinema”
David Lynch
Painted
A water colour painting?
Or an image ever fading?
The flowers once blooming
The watcher’s mind fueling
If you keep on viewing
The picture might be renewing
Something everlasting sustaining
Forever, in the frame maintaining
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Photo credits Google
“No man is an island,
entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent”
John Donne
Island
On an
Deserted island
I got slammed
This is, my land
This is, where I make my stand
Here lays, my strand
If here, you try to land
Know that, you’ll be damned
By the wave, of my hand
You will be, hanged
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
A single branch
Making its stance
Sprung out of spring
Now, let’s all sing
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“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
The grass, green
It’s the time of spring
The birds, do sing
But,
Big white snowballs
From the sky fall
WTF?
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“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
Suddenly,
Sunshine
Life again
Oh, so fine
Posted in Simply Poetry
“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
Life is a struggle. the say
All you can do to survive, is pray…
…Especially in a hail storm
With a kid in a trolly
Oh, what folly!
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“Better three hours too soon
than a minute too late”
William Shakespeare
Time
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Running, running,
Never, ever stopping
Have to finish… one more job
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Faking, taking
Sometimes forsaking
Just to get on top
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Sooner, than later
Realized the inside hesitater
Something had to be swapped
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Oh, never mind
Just rewind
Now, more than ever,
It is time to unwind!
Posted in Mundane Monday
“There is no mundane dimension really,
if you have the eyes to see it, it is all transcendental.”
― Terence McKenna
Mundane Mondays
A lamp post and pine needle
Opposites, but both regal
Standing tall
Neither, will fall
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“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.”
Sunday
Sunday morning
Life, lazy and boring
Before, a new week is dawning
Pop the cork,
Let’s celebrate off work
Until early Monday morning!
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