Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso
Transmogrify
Open the door
It’s still early
But, after one hour
Your face will turn sour
What greets
Is the horror
Of snow, snow
And even more snow
As far as you can blow!
Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso
Transmogrify
Morphing hood
Near the woods
Now you see it
Now you don’t
The ground that is
How easy
It is to please!
Just a little snow
Before the wind blows
Or sunshine
Melts it all away
( I can only hope!)
Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso
Transmogrify
Follow
The yellow brick road
If you can find it
That is
Because for now
It’s all covered in snow!
Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso
Transmogrify
The road less travelled
Is now covered
With a white substance!
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
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
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
An unusual event
Over suburbia manifested
A late afternoon halo effect
Painted a glowy silhouette
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
Sky painted red
Before the sun
Into the ocean fled
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
The sun was rising
Over the horizon
Surely, a reason
For celebration
Especially here
In this season!
Posted in the Daily Post: Shine
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“A day without sunshine is like, you know, night”
Steve Martin
Shine for The Daily Post
A big white ball
In nature’s great hall
It’s tentacles sprawled
Across the bluest of walls
Posted in the Daily Post: Local
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee,
eating porridge and reading the paper at a local café”
Anton du Beke
Local Book Mobile for the Daily Post
When you hear the sound of the wheels
As they slightly screech and squeal
A vehicle driving down the small road
All the kids are quickly up on their toes
Trying to get a glimpse of the nearing
Soon all their faces lit up and leering
The familiar sound of the tooting horn
Breaking the silence of the early morn’
The biggest of all the coaches
As the local book mobile approaches
Soon enough the children come a running
And started has the pushing and shoving
A little while later
Only the sound of paper
Rustling, as the books have found
A solid ground
In the hands of the readers
Truly, the books are mind feeders
Rantings Of A Third Kind 