From Dawn till Dusk for Daily Photo

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry

“Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door”
Emily Dickinson

From Dawn till Dusk

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“It’s been a hard day’s night, and I’d been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night, I should be sleeping like a log”

That music in my head;
Should have stayed in bed!

From dawn till dusk
From dusk till dawn
Work, work, work
You can certainly, smell the musk!
Feeling like a jerk
Now, all I can do is yawn

Hardly any daylight
In the immediate sight
Oh, Polar Night,
Thou art a heartless might!

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Tuesday Sunset for Daily Photo (two)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour

“Another cliche moment” Gun Roswell

Tuesday Sunset 

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…In a few flashing moments
Before we articulated any comments
It was gone
Possibly a drone
Someone said over the phone
Some other suspected
It was something called “The Sun”
Oh what fun!

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Tuesday Sunset for Daily Photo (one)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour

“Another cliche moment” Gun Roswell

Tuesday Sunset 

Close to the end of the year
You won’t believe what you hear
There was an unidentified object
Right there for us mere humans to detect
It came out of nowhere
Did not stay for long here…

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continued in part two

Winter Memories for Daily Photo (two)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry

“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne

Winter Memories for Daily Photo

Day Dreaming

For just a split second
The window view beckoned
Peeking between the shades
As the sun slowly cascaded
Soon enough the sky was grey
As the light had faded away
Possibly to be seen again
Tomorrow

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Winter Memories for Daily Photo (six)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry

“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne

Winter Memories for Daily Photo

Polar Day

Blue day on Monday
Blue day on Tuesday
Blue day on Wednesday
Blue day on Thursday
Turquoise day on Friday…

See where I am going with this?
Oh, weekend, Thou art such a bliss
Why cannot it always be
Friday for me?

Blue day on Monday

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Winter Memories for Daily Photo (three)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry

“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne

Winter Memories for Daily Photo

Expectations

“Season’s Greetings”

Splayed across, a mundane postcard
The image looked more like
Something from my backyard

“Well, it is the season of dreaming,
So who am I the one of ill speaking!
Happy Holidays to one and all
Living in houses grand, or small!!

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Winter Memories for Daily Photo (one)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry

“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne

Winter Memories for Daily Photo

Cold Path

A walk in the snow
Was going quite slow
Footfalls immediately covered
Where the cold wind blows

Those who sang
“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow”
Did probably never their nose blow

For, a runny breathing apparatus
Will soon bring up the stomach flatus
And this will bring a halt status
To your little afternoon practice

But never mind
Just trying to rewind
Out here in winter wonderland
Hoping not too freeze
Where I literally stand

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Winter Memories for Daily Photo (five)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry

“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne

Winter Memories for Daily Photo

Night Wish

Wish, upon a star
The elves would bring
A big cookie jar
A reward up to par
Would be a tune played
On the guitar

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Winter Memories for Daily Photo (four)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Humour and Poetry

“Winter is nature’s way of saying,
‘Up yours.’ “
Robert Byrne

Winter Memories for Daily Photo

Faded Holiday Memory

A faded snapshot
Of a place, the time forgot
This was no holiday, store bought
Rather a memory
Every child should have got

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One Day in December for Daily Photo (two)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry

“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond,
frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes

One Day in December 

The sun is quickly fading, into the horizon
The sky turning grey, all colours soon to fade

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