Posted in Daily Photo/Stay-vacation
“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability”
Sam Keen
Staycation – Summer in Suburbia in Daily Photo series
Summer, clouds reflected
Daily routines, neglected
Mind and body effected
By the big yellow light
Shining, high up in the skies
Posted in Daily Photo/Stay-vacation
“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability”
Sam Keen
Staycation – Summer in Suburbia in Daily Photo series
It is the ime, for playing games
It is the time, for naming names
It is the time, to lay our claims
It is the time, which after nothing remains
Ever the same
This is the summer’s game
Posted in Daily Photo/Stay-vacation
“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability”
Sam Keen
Staycation – Summer in Suburbia in Daily Photo series
Summer days in suburbia
Might end up in utter hysteria
With neighbours, staring at you
Simply, because there is nothing to do
Posted in Daily Photo/Stay-vacation
“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability”
Sam Keen
Staycation – Summer in Suburbia in Daily Photo series
When exploring all the unknown places
Watching for any unexplored traces
What ever may come, we’ll gladly embrace it
Posted in Daily Photo/Stay-vacation
“Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability”
Sam Keen
Staycation – Summer in Suburbia in Daily Photo series
Staycation, a vacation, of a diffrent kind
Excellent choice, when you just try to unwind
Rain or shine
Just keep rollin with the twine
Life, will be, just fine
Expect, the sun to shine
Go out, to dine
So what, if you only have a dime
You can pretend, you’re a mime
At my station, on the windowsill
I try to sit, oh so very still
Observing, memorizing, mesmorising
Watching the sun set and the sun rising
No hurries, no worries
Time is standing still
I shall enjoy, the summer flurries
Even, if it takes all my power of will!
Posted in Daily Photo
“Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze”
Hafez
A Bunch
Posted in Daily Photo
“Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze”
Hafez
A Bunch
A bunch of flowers, equals a bouquet
Don’t need many of them, to save the day
Pretty enough, colourful enough
Just enough, in the vase on display
To keep far away, the clouds of grey
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Yellow,
flower power!”
The Yellow Flower Gang
We are a gang, made of material tough
But we never, have to play it rough
You may hear us say some odd stuff
We may have to say, ‘that’s enough’
But never out of spite but out of love
Posted in Simply Poetry
“We’ll take the cake with the red cherry on top”
Navjot Singh Sidhu
Sweet Cherries of Mine
Sweet and juicy
Red delicious beauties
The taste quite fruity
Mix them in a smoothie
Enjoy them in a jacuzzi
While listening to Debussy
Soon you get quite loosy
Because of the sugary boozy
Dance like a looney
And enjoying yourself truly
Posted in Simply Poetry
“No one saves us but ourselves.
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path”
Buddha
Secret Path
Find the secret path way
Through this world of grey
Where ever it may lay
All you need to do, is play
It may have been hidden
In plain sight
But if the bug, had already bitten
The adventure, already taken flight
With a backpack packed
Nothing will you lack
Make the coloured brick road
Your only goal
Rantings Of A Third Kind 