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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“The queen is dead, long live the queen!”
Four More Years
Instead
Of a president
Let’s make
The next elect
A drag queen
What a green
And novel idea
Ave Maria!
Oh queenly one
We would have
So much fun
Basking
In the sun
Without
Or With the pun
No doubt
With a shout
We hail
Long live
The queen
PS: Vote for Bianca Del Rio ;P
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“I Look Fuckin’ Cool” – Adore Delano & Alaska Thunderfuck
A Wanna-be Drag Queen
There is just something
to be said
About a man
in a dress
Not one hair
in a mess
Everyone staring
at big earrings
A Sculpted body
and lean legs
The woman embodies
A honey trap?
but into the spiders webs
Sickening
Gorgeous
Bickering
Flawless
Fabulous
Marvelous
Out of this world
Down the runway they swirled
Looking fucking cool
All we do is drool
You better work
With your lips in a smirk
It’s just a quirk
Don’t let it irk
I may be a woman
Must come clean
Maybe an omen
But I’m a wanna-be drag queen
“It’s not personal, It’s just drag” – Alyssa Edwards
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“Just an FYI: Thursday the 12th is just as rare at Friday the 13th.”
Throwback Thursday 2016-03-31
On Thursdays we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.
Today’s posts have been dedicated to all real and wannabe Drag Queens out there!
Posts for this week’s TBT:
It’s A Human… No, It’s A Drag Race! (TBT)
Good God Get a Grip Girl! (TBT)
Let the Rantings continue!!!
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“Just an FYI: Thursday the 12th is just as rare at Friday the 13th.”
Throwback Thursday 2016-03-24
On Thursdays we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.
Shall I Just Twitter Then? (TBT)
Peeping Tammy (Through the Lens) (TBT)
Let the Rantings continue!!!
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“Any photographer who says he’s not a voyeur is either stupid or a liar” Helmut Newton
Peeping Tammy
Camera ready
Hands steady
Acting like the pros
Striking a pose
Click, click, click
Getting the kicks
When images saved
And getting made
Like a Peeping Tom
Creating photo bombs
Spying through the lens
Trying to make a amends
Posting views
Not only for the selected few
But no less
In the world of wireless
Enjoy!
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“I worry we are spending too much time on Facebook, that we are losing our ability to connect with people on twitter”
Shall I Just Twitter Then?
“Good morning” I say when I arrive at the office. No response, from anyone.
“Good morning” My voice a little louder, but still no response.
“GOOD MORNING” I am now half shouting. I don’t believe it, no response. Everyone sitting there staring at their screens, small, medium and large.
“Fine” I say to myself, “I shall just twitter ‘Good Morning’ then!”
Suddenly, my screen filled with pings, indicating several responses to my greeting – in Twitter, that is!
Today’s social convention, how could I have forgotten!
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“Never give up, never surrender, full speed ahead!” Galaxy Quest, Commander Peter Quincy Taggart
Going Up?
Higher, faster, stronger
Can’t wait much longer
Without any doubts
Reaching for the clouds
Got to get up, up, up!
Never going to stop
Counting every minute
The sky is the limit
Then, out of the blue
Quite abruptly
Movement disrupted
Everything frozen
Feelings of brazen
Completely gone
Looking at the door
No route for escape
Standing there
Without a clue
My mouth agape
Pulling my hair
Eyes wide
Nowhere to hide
“Well, apparently the lift has stopped?”
“Sixteenth floor, going no higher?”
“No, next step is to be opted.”
“Guess we are out of the dire!”
“Yes, well, time to get off this ride!”
“Right! Please, after you!”
“Thank you! How kind.”
“No problem! Next stop into the queue!”
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“Just an FYI: Thursday the 12th is just as rare at Friday the 13th.”
Throwback Thursday 2016-03-17
On Thursdays we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.
Let the Rantings continue!!!
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“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress” Philip Roth
The Four Stages
My mind racing
A mile a minute
Restless pacing
Time not infinite
Head filled
With many stories
Not too thrilled
Of those inventories
Work in progress
Rather than in press
Not an offense
Just a defence
The stages of writing
Clear in my head
Would rather be
Or staying in bed
I hate it, I love it
I am up, I am down
I am all around
Unable to commit
Now needed
Some simple planning
Write until depleted
Then only be fanning
When a task is completed
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“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all” Charles Bukowski
Block, What Block?
Deadline approaches
Shoving off the roaches
Clearing the table
Computer enabled
Typing, typing, typing
Trickles of sweat
On my forehead
Writing some more
Oh what a bore
Writing, writing, writing
Reading out loud
Feeling kind of proud
Even without a crowd
Sitting on a cloud
I love it
I feel uplifted
Its pure golden
Feeling bolden
Continuing my writing
Reading back
I feel the lack
Lost the right track
I am a quack
I hate it
It’s utter shit
My writing sucks
What the fuck
Almost quitting
Seems fitting
Maybe try knitting
Before I am splitting
Delete, delete, delete
Giving it a third try
Even though feeling dry
No pain no gain
I need a new aim
Writing, writing, writing
Finally done
Hesitation all gone
Task completed
Feeling depleted
Reading, reading, reading
Not half bad
Finally feeling glad
Afraid of changing my mind again
I hit send
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