Posted in Simply Poetry
“The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most”
John Ruskin
Colourful, aren’t We?
There can never be
Too much of colour
Bringing out, the best in me
As I out loud holler
Tag Archives: poetry
Colour in the Shadows
Posted in Simply Poetry
“I know that if odour were visible, as colour is,
I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds”
Robert Bridges
Colour in the Shadows
There it lurks
In the deep dark shadows
Soon bursting out, in fireworks
In one big colourful pose
Christmas in Summer
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda
Christmas in Summer
It’s almost, like Christmas
In the month of June
Nature, ever so fearless
When summer, came so soon
Reds and greens
Pretty, in every scene
Something, unseen
On this, widest of screens
Is it live or memorex?
It’s as good, as any guess
But wouldn’t settle, for less
After all, the winter was, a big mess
Enjoy it, while it lasts
For this season, too, will pass
And if there is any chance
Record it all, en mass
Game’s aFoot
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Before the game is afoot, thou still let’st slip”
William Shakespeare
Game’s aFoot
There is no shame
In playing the game
Trying to court fame
But just remember
Before you go on this bender
You loose some, or you may lose more
Calm Before the Storm
Posted in Daily Photo
“It’s always most calm,
Before the storm”
Gun Roswell
Calm Before the Storm
Before it gets colder, there is always warm
Before it starts raining, the grey clouds will form
Before it gets safer, there is always harm
Before you get to argue, remember, this is the norm
Because,
Where ever there is calm
You will soon find, a storm
Solo
Posted in Daily Photo
“One, Single, Solo”
Gun Roswell
Solo
Flying solo,
Because, of YOLO
Because, someone told you so
Because, you reap what you sow
Is it fun though?
Going, when the wind blows
Going, with the flow
Going, where no one knows
Maybe,
Flying with someone
Could be double the fun
Hitting a that home run…
…Together
Who am I?
Posted in Simply Poetry
“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.”
—Philip Roth
Who am I?
They call me odd
They call me weird
I say: “off you sod”
I still won’t stop!
Writing, writing, writing
Hard at least trying
Fighting, fighting, fighting
My daily life be damned!
I may be odd
I may be weird
Maybe some day
I will get my pay
For dreaming the impossible
Is it really that unusual?
There may be some obstacles
But in the end, there may be applause
And then
I can call myself
The Writer
Cathedral for Every Day
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I wish someone would ask me to design a cathedral”
Philip Johnson
Cathedral for Every Day
If you want to pray
Where ever you may
Or just a while to stay
In a sunny ray
Looking for a cabaree
Or an afternoon matinee
Just enter into
The Cathedral of Every Day
You don’t have to pay
Or even a dragon slay
There is no doorway
Nor any kind of role play
There is no colour grey
Only a colourful array
When you enter
The Cathedral of Every Day
Feeling Blue
Posted in Daily Photo
“Blue is not just a colour,
It is also, a life style”
Gun Roswell
Feeling Blue
Blue, is the sky above
Blue, are the waters below
Blue, when I’m feeling alone
Blue, can be a cold hue
Blue, is a beautiful view
Blue, is the colour of my shoes
Blue, fits me like a glove
Blue, I cannot get rid of
Blue, is the colour I love
After Sunset
Posted in Daily Photo
“How strange this fear of death is!
We are never frightened at a sunset”
George MacDonald
After Sunset
After, the sun has set
It is time, to place the bets
Throw in the dice
Good luck, never hits twice
Who ever, has the luck
Will not, by lighting get struck
Where ever, they may go
Good weather and fortune will follow
Well, the promise of fair weather
Some time spent for leisure
Maybe a promotion or two
If not, good luck
Trying the dice, to sue!
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