Posted in the Daily Post: Mirror
Photography /Poetry /Humour
"I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, 'Wow, I'm really great-looking.'... I think I'm the greatest, anyway" Iggy Pop
Selfies in the Mirror for The Daily Post
Admiring our own reflection
From each and every direction
Ducky lips, eyes transfixed
Oh what ages we live in
It’s really hard not to give in
To the prettiest face staring
Posted in the Daily Post: Mirror
Photography /Poetry /Humour
"I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, 'Wow, I'm really great-looking.'... I think I'm the greatest, anyway" Iggy Pop
Selfies in the Mirror for The Daily Post
Around and around we all flock
Each other’s views trying to block
Stabbing each other’s backs
Until the mirror almost cracked
Posted in the Daily Post: Mirror
Photography /Poetry /Humour
"I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, 'Wow, I'm really great-looking.'... I think I'm the greatest, anyway" Iggy Pop
Selfies in the Mirror for The Daily Post
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who really is the prettiest
On the selfie-sticks of them all:
Me, you, or the neighbour’s dog?
An homage to Star Trek, the original series
"Live Long and Prosper"
Star Trek: Happy 50th Anniversary!
Call it campy or even quirky
Call it the wagon train in space
All the familiar cardboard sets
And the best written scripts
Sci-fi, entertainment and humanity
All at their very best in the same place
This is the most a TV show gets
Don’t tell me, you are not gripped
Watching re-runs
With your best chums
What could be more fun
Maybe sitting out in the sun?
But, we are Trekkers
Nerds, geeks and well, trekkers
Looking up to the stars
Daring to go very far
Well, at least, in our imagination
During the syndication
With our favourite television show
To which much we owe
Live Long and Prosper Star Trek!
Posted in Mundane Monday #75
Photography /Poetry
“I’m Canadian, so I’m an expert at mundane fatalism.”
– MCM
Suburban Living for Mundane Monday
Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue
An image from yesteryear
On an odd surface appeared
Reflected against the modern
In this city of the northern
A reminder of older times
When living was ‘roses and wine’
Or so they say,
To keep the youth astray
But whether,
Something old
Or whether,
Something new
Even with
The best of view
Both still could be
Golden
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Take a Seat in Suomenlinna for Seat Sunday
“When in Finland, sit like the Finns do”
Seat in the Sunshine
Basking in the sunshine
Older seats created, before my time
Sit down, you’ll feel just fine
Relaxing is great, once in a while
Before you know it, your face in a smile
A memory lasting into your file
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Take a Seat in Suomenlinna for Seat Sunday
“When in Finland, sit like the Finns do”
Seat in the Shadow
Hidden, from prying eyes
Passersby, never realize
How very near, yet so far
These cozy and comfy seats are
Posted in Caturday
Photography /Tale /Humour
Caturday in Kos Island
“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis
What are you looking at?
“Are you looking at me?
You, looking, me?”
“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while
It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”
“Well, as long as you remember,
You are in my turf now
So just move along before the clock hits September!”
Posted in Caturday
Photography /Tale /Humour
Caturday in Kos Island
“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis
My Spot
“Damn it!
There she is again, hanging around, looking, staring, squatting
and clicking that damned box in her hand.
I can’t stand it!
If she won’t leave, I will jump up, draw my nails and then;
‘pow, ping paw’
Quicker than a saw
Scratches be yours and satisfaction be mine!
But, alas, I am so-ooo tired
Too many mice last night I fired
Oh why, oh why,
Can’t she just leave me be, sleeping in here,
Sleeping, here in my spot!”
Posted in Caturday
Photography /Tale /Humour
Caturday in Kos Island
“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis
Making Friends
Furry and purring
A real little bundle of joy
Shouted “Ahoy!”
“Are you here to make friends,
because you don’t want to be my enemy”
She said
As out of the bushes she stepped
“Because this is my turf
Which daily I surf.
So what’s it gonna be, smurf?
Scratch behind my ears
Or I’ll scratch you until your eyes fill with tears?”
She acted real tough
But, withholding my snicker
My heart flickered
A good scratch behind the ears
And a little more under the chin
And all I heard after that
Was some grateful purring
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