Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
If you see the sunset, does it have to mean something? If you hear the birds singing does it have to have a message?” Robert Wilson
Saturday Sunset, Part Two
An ordinary Saturday
On a December’s eve
Stepping into a sleigh
For a ride to leave
On a track
To watch the sunset
The colours a reminder
Of the season’s binder
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“I envy people who can just look at a sunset. I wonder how you can shoot it. There is nothing more grotesque to me than a vacation” Dustin Hoffman
Saturday Sunset, Part One
“The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire!”
The peasant from the ancient times shouted
As the red clouds into the skies sprouted
Running as fast as he could
Before the skies on him fall would
Simply out of fear
Not knowing of the beauty so near
Shivering in his cellar
Like an old yellar
Some hundreds years later
Not a sunset hater
Eagerly awaiting
A sunset most breathtaking
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“Red is the ultimate cure for sadness” Bill Blass
Red
Red is my colour
Try not to follow
Red is my attitude
No intended platitude
Watch me bloom
As my nom de plume
Is Red
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“We live in a strange bubble” Brian Molko
Life in Bubble
Living in a bubble
Peeking through Hubble
Getting into trouble
Always on the double
Trying to snuggle
Always a struggle
For the couple
After all,
Living in a bubble
Usually decouples
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea” Robert A. Heinlein
Caturday, 2015-12-12
“I keep my cat
In my handbag”
Said the old hag
And, with a snag
Lighting a fag
“It’s not a gag,
so just cut me some slack”
She quickly snapped
As she zigzagged
A price tag
Like a yellow flag
Flashing on her ragtag
And out of fashion coat
Stepping into a boat
Flinging in her large tote
The cat sprung out
And onto the float
In a few quick strokes
She rowed across the moat
Writing 101, A Poem A Day: Day 5: Freedom
Poetry & Photography
Freedom is a fundamental need. It is so powerful that nations go to war for it. People engage in both despicable and heroic deeds to gain it. In the name of freedom we suffer, make sacrifices, and attempt to perform miracles. For freedom we are willing to lose everything and risk our lives, since no life really is one without freedom.
What freedom means is open to interpretation, which is why it’s been a recurring subject in art. In today’s poem, share your take on freedom. While you’re at it, be fearless with your thoughts. Don’t hold back. Unleash your emotions and be honest with yourself. Uncensored writing coming from the heart often produces the most amazing read.
“Life, Love, Liberty”
Freedom
Freedom is to be who you are without being ashamed
Freedom is to love someone without being blamed
Freedom is to walk home in the dark without being raped
Freedom is to say your thoughts out loud without being hated
Freedom is to choose whether you turn left or right
Freedom is to surrender without a fight
Freedom is,
To be who you are
Where you are
When you are
Let no one
Tell you differently
“I understand what’s it like to work all week and on Friday night just want to go and leave your brain at the door, buy some popcorn and be thrilled by something” Don Cheadle
Fabulous Friday
Leaving the working week far behind
I really have no idea how I ever survived
Fabulous Friday knocking at the door
Awaiting to carry me to a different shore
A glittering sequin dress, a pair of high heels
This is as good as it gets and feels
Leave your sad face and the bad place
Awaited Fabulous Friday is finally here
Prancing, dancing
Singing, winning
There is no stopping us
Well, not at least until the bus
Has arrived to take us home
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Poetry & Photography
“Don’t make a spectacle of yourself”
Black and Pink
Vision so clear
I can not fear
If I ever lost them
To a whirlwind
Would I be sent
Like a second skin
Through thick and thin
As thick as thieves
My spectacles and me
As far as I can see
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Poetry & Photography
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Well, my favorite color I guess I would say yellow” Fran Drescher
Yellow
Not quite a rose
Still has its thorns
Gorgeous in its pose
A little red adorns
Not quite a flower
Still has the power
Each time to wow her
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Eye Spy
We’ve got our eye on your photos this week. (See what we did there?)
“Hey, I can see you, and me, and you, and… oh, I like this!” Kelly Robinson
Eye Spy
I spy
Behind my protected eye
A man from Shanghai
With a really nice tie
Passing me by
Eating an apple pie
Waving goodbye
As, in a hurry to buy
A ticket to fly
Away to Mumbai
