Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Books bring alluring colors to our mundane black and white world.”
― Caleb Reese
Arches
What can you find
Behind arch number five?
Tag Archives: poetry
Arches for Mundane Mondays (two)
Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Books bring alluring colors to our mundane black and white world.”
― Caleb Reese
Arches
An old wall
Standing tall
Never to fall
Arches for Mundane Mondays (five)
Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Books bring alluring colors to our mundane black and white world.”
― Caleb Reese
Arches
Shadow from the sun
Eternally scorching
On the benches
Under the arches
There you find cool respite
Arches for Mundane Mondays (one)
Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Books bring alluring colors to our mundane black and white world.”
― Caleb Reese
Arches
What a find:
Two of a kind
Archways in a bind
Arches for Mundane Mondays (three)
Posted in Mundane Mondays
“Books bring alluring colors to our mundane black and white world.”
― Caleb Reese
Arches
What secrets can be found
When venturing underground
Behind all the arches
Hidden treasures and gardens?
Still Reigning: Queen Elizabeth II
Posted in Fandom
“I have in sincerity pledged myself to your service, as so many of you are pledged to mine. Throughout all my life and with all my heart I shall strive to be worthy of your trust” Queen Elizabeth II
Still Reigning: Queen Elizabeth II
Who would have thought
Of being in the same job
For some sixty five years
– Surely worth some cheers
You’re part of the folk
Even cracked a few jokes
You got street smarts
And certainly won our hearts
Pink, purple or blue
To name but a few
The colours like your spirit
Would inspire many lyrics
Wishes for
Many more
Years of reign
Hear our hail:
Long Live the Queen!
Monday: We meet again!
Posted in Daily Incidents
“So, Monday, we meet again!”
Monday: We meet again!
I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you
Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee
Working Seats (three)
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Working Seats
Street artist at work
Regular as clockwork
Doing a lot of footwork
While showing off his artwork
Some done with brushwork
Some even woodwork
In an other life a clerk
Did a lot of paperwork
Now, on the street to network
Hoping to sell his handiwork
If you wont buy,
Then maybe you’re a jerk
Working Seats (one)
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Working Seats
Wine tasting
Under, the sun ever pasting
This seat is reserved
To the one who deserved
A small break
During each day
After the finest display
Of the wine tasting play
Working Seats (two)
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Working Seats
Welcome to the thrift shop
We got knick-knacks of all sorts
Selling, selling, sold
The saleslady ever so bold
But sometimes
The time flies
Sooner or later, off her feet she falls
Then, the little chair her calls
“Admit your defeat,
Get off your feet,
And just take, a seat,
It’s no big leap
To sit down
And maybe, just tweet”
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