“All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up” Gloria Swanson -Sunset Boulevard
Close-Ups
Close-ups
Shots of stuff
No huff nor puff
Objet d’arts
Or something smart
Check them out
Let out a shout
If you like
Or just out of smite
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Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up
“I look spectacular!”
My Glasses
I can see through you
You seem to have a clear view
I would be lost and having strife
Or at least stumbling through life
Like a blind person needing a cane
Or an actor without the fame
Using my own vernacular
I shout out loud
My glasses oh so spectacular
Would even make Dame Edna proud
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Photo101: Day Sixteen: Treasure & Close-up
“There is no life before the first cup of coffee in the morning”
Life without Coffee?
It’s getting to be a borderline cliche
Like something so unnerving at play
But out of all the things to loose
If I really had to choose
What ever troubles life may bring
There is this only one thing
There is one thing I cannot do without
Uttered without hesitation or doubt
Not without my Coffee!
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Homage to Gun Roswell, née 27th June, 1965
“All right, it’s worked so far, but we’re not out yet” McCoy
Live Long And Prosper
Born in nineteen sixty-five
Came to this world with a jive
Hips in a sway
First words, Yippie-Ki-Yay
Fifty years later
Still not a life hater
Resistance may be futile
And aging sometimes brutal
“But honey, these ain’t wrinkles”
She says with eyes in twinkle
Smiling with her face in a crinkle
“They’re just laugh lines” and a sign
Of a life lived just fine
“Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that’s creativity” Charles Mingus
Sitting in My usual Place
I was sitting in my usual place today
Watching the clouds changing shape in many ways
Caught up in nature’s gorgeous display
I almost forgot my own part to play
I finally tore myself away for a moment
And snapped a few for your enjoyment
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“If I waited until I felt like writing, I’d never write at all” Anne Tyler
I Blog therefore I am
Today is my day off, so I have some extra time on my hands (Laughs out loud; good joke that one! While trying hard to catch up with a lo-oong list of uncompleted tasks!) I had to take the day off just to be on the safe side, and well prepared for the up and coming huge “Five O” day tomorrow. Readying myself for the celebration (read awaiting in horror of dooms day!) 😛
I have gotten a few questions on “how I manage to keep up and publish posts on daily basis” and decided to drop this little note to all you bloggers out there.
I promised myself a while back to write “at least” a poem a day, if nothing else and I have almost achieved that goal. I also try to post them daily, or then at least catch up the next day with a couple of posts. The writing is mostly for myself, but I am glad others enjoy it as well. It is also good to keep up with publishing(posting), so that your readers have something to come back to.
Let me share this one personal thing as to why now:
If I hadn’t started writing again earlier this year, I would probably have suffered a second burn out during my current career. For me, personally, both writing and photography are outlets to a hectic day at the office and, well, life in general. Sometimes I end up staying awake all the night typing away, even though knowing I have to go to work early in the morning. I still see it as time well spent. And, even though tired the next day, I feel happy and exhilarated for the simple fact I actually am producing something concrete and interesting, which unfortunately, doesn’t usually happen in the day job.
Quoting myself from one of my posts: “A poem a day keeps the shrink at bay.
A great guideline to follow and it is working for me at least.
My advice, in case you asked, is, to set yourself some thirty minute aside each day and if nothing else, pour your minds flow onto the paper or as it is in these modern days, in bits and bytes. I know this may sound like cliched advice, but it’s better to force yourself to a routine of writing rather than postponing it for one reason or another. I know there are always excuses as to why not, but in the end, if you have a passion for writing, the excuse are just that – excuses.
Hang in there and don’t stop writing, EVER!
Gun
“Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth” Samuel Johnson
Blogging 101: Day Fifteen: Create a New Posting Feature
Today’s task: develop a regular feature for your blog.
I promised myself a while back to write “at least” a poem a day, if nothing else and have almost achieved that goal. Sometimes I end up with two or more even in one day.
So far I have posted eighty five (85) poems. Some of them have been featured on WILDsound Writing, Screenplay and Film Festival Review -site also and I am glad the readers seem to enjoy my wee rantings I like to call poetry.
I have also set up a feature page in the blog to guide the users to the latest postings: Poetry of the Day
My poetry is based on three things:
– The Idea: It usually a prompt from the radio, workplace or from what ever situation develops during the day.
– The Adage or Quote: I try to find a humorous one whenever possible or make one up if needed.
–The Picture: Either from my personal archives or borrowed from the WWW.
Go and Enjoy the written word!
Gun
“Black as night, sweet as sin” Neil Gaiman
Coffee made me do it!
Today I went off the edge
I didn’t even take a pledge
I pranced around like a Fred Astaire
The others looking with a stare
Laughing out very loud
And feeling extremely proud
An old tune from years ago
Nothing to stop the show
I started singing that tune
Not being any kind of prune
Why this happened you may ask
It wasn’t anything from a flask
Though I have one excuse to acquit
The Coffee made me do it!
“Fool me seven times, shame on you. Fool me eight or more times, shame on me” Amy Futurama
Fool me Once, or a Few more Times
I may look like the fool
But I am actually cool
I may act like a tool
But I got schooled
So don’t be too cruel
And abide by this rule
Fool me once
I will bounce
Fool me twice
Oh, you got spice!
Fool me a few more times
And I will show you in rhymes
How you have to show your dimes
And pay, for your crimes
“I wake up and I see the face of the devil and I ask her, “What time is it?”
And she says, How much time do you want?” Diamanda Galás
The Devil asked for my Little Finger but stole my Whole Hand
You finally sunk onto the level
Where you were ready to deal with the Devil
Cutting the deal might have seemed easy
But what you found out made you queasy
What you didn’t realize when offering one finger
The Devil had hers crossed while your decision was a linger
What you thought was a small and simple deal
Turned out to be much more than a steal
You see, when striking a deal with the Devil
You will be entering at your own peril
To a contract you think you can choose
Much more than you care to loose
So, now that you got what you wanted
Still, you can’t help feeling haunted
Your eyes always checking the stern
Wondering, if and when she will return…
