Posted in Caturday
In honour of cats everywhere
“The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat” Jules Renard
Tiger Cat
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Caturday: 2016-03-19 (One)
Posted in Caturday
In honour of cats everywhere
“The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat” Jules Renard
Tiger Cat
I am a tiger cat
Hear me roar!
My furry stripes
I am wearing proud
Sometimes picking a fight
‘Cause I like being loud
But when groomed and fed
And safely resting in bed
I am a cute little kitty
Without any hissy fitty
I am a soft kitty
Hear me purr
Let there be light! (Photography 101): Three
Posted in Photography 101: Warmth & the Quality of Light (Day Nine)
Photography, Poetry
“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present” Francis Bacon
Suburban Rise and Fall
Between the early morning hours
And day light’s end
A sunrise most gorgeous
Into the setting of sun will blend
Let there be light! (Photography 101): Two
Posted in Photography 101: Warmth & the Quality of Light (Day Nine)
Photography, Poetry
“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present” Francis Bacon
Sunset
Several flights higher
In the air much lighter
Sunset much brighter
Let there be light! (Photography 101): One
Posted in Photography 101: Warmth & the Quality of Light (Day Nine)
Photography, Poetry
“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present” Francis Bacon
Sunrise
In the early morning
The red sky adorning
Before the stormy clouds
Are a forming
Throwback Thursday 2016-03-17
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“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!!!
The Four Stages (TBT)
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“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
Block, What Block? (TBT)
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“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
My Precious (TBT)
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Last Wednesday, I stupidly dropped my iPhone in the bath, and my life has sort of spiraled almost out of control” Patrick Stewart
My Precious
The utter horror
Oh the sorrow
For no where
My precious one
Can be found
Why me?
Why now?
I keep on looking
Searching, longing
Turning every stone
With my fingers to the bone
Oh wherefore art thou
My sacred cow?
Suddenly in the distance
I hear a familiar sound
I am utterly astound
And without resistance
Dare I hope and glee
To be united with thee?
My heart skipping a beat
Feeling the heat
I have found it
My precious fit
I am back in the zone
Cradling you gently
My one and only
Iphone
Winter World (Photography 101): Five
Posted in Photography 101: Natural World & Leading Lines (Day Eight)
Photography, Poetry
“O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?” Percy Bysshe Shelley
Winter’s Tentacles
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