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“In winter, I plot and plan.
In spring, I move”
Henry Rollins
Last Of Snow Days?
A wooden divider
The sole provider
Of shelter
For the stormy weather
Tag Archives: suburbia
Dense (two)
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“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
Streets filled with people
Streets filled with clutter
Even the odd beagle
In the centre will hover
A densely populated market
It’s an easy target
For the lone tourist
Looking for more than nourishment
Dense (five)
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
A street view,
Into a dense forest
If you want to get through
Bring a chorus
You can’t go wrong
When you sing a song
With the task at hand
You’ll eventually land
Into an enchanted place
In another space
And time
Dense (three)
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
It is hard to define
The suburban skyline
Buildings, cranes and clouds
It all seems, kind of loud
Trying to be proud
But all the density
Just makes me feel itchy
So, with a big eraser
Sharp, as a laser
Sculpting my own design
A view, quite refined
Dense (four)
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
Hidden, in the dense woods
A little red house, alone stood
Trying to find it, every one would
But not even Robin Hood
Knew, where to look
Dense (one)
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
Today’s cloud density
Filled with such energy
You can feel the intensity
Filling the sky
And this city
Snow Day in March (one)
Posted in Daily Photo
“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow Day in March
It was supposed to be a sunny day in spring
But as the clock struck with a loud ding
The snowflakes started to sing
Down, down it poured
The drains started to roar
My eyes started to sore
Was it tears or the snow fall?
Oh, March, why art thou such a bore!
Snow Day in March (two)
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“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Snow Day in March
Flakey snowflakes,
The earth did shake
But oh, what total fakes
When onto the ground they lay
For a while did they stay
But much to someone’s dismay
The flakey flakes
Slowly faded away
Atop of the World, Mom! (seven)
Posted in the Daily Post: Atop
“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
Atop of the World, Mom!
Viewing,
The ancient ruins
From the top, of the mountain
The views,
Sometimes haunting
But never daunting
Atop of the World, Mom! (three)
Posted in the Daily Post: Atop
“Climbing to the top demands strength,
whether it is to the top of Mount Everest
or to the top of your career”
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
Atop of the World, Mom!
On the top of the roof
Acting quite aloof
Searching for some proof
Of existence beyond the marble
As the people’s stare will never stop
At the tall white statues marvel
On the building, atop
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