Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry
Take a Stroll then a Seat, in Lanzarote (Seat Sunday)
“Haven’t you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?” Nicholson Baker
Step Outside
Do not
In the shadows hide
Rather go
For a stroll
On the wild side
Posted in Bench/Seat Sunday
Poetry & Photography
“If it’s the right chair, it doesn’t take too long to get comfortable in it” Robert De Niro
Little Red Chair (Seat Sunday)
“If the chair fits
Sit on it!”
Oh, little red seat
Your presence us greets
You are so sweet
Such a visual treat
Even the photo turned out neat
That I just had to tweet
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan”
Albert Schweitzer
Sunday
It’s Sunday
What more can I say?
All is quiet in our little suburbia
After all,
We would not want to disturb ‘ya 😉
So just sit down, relax
The weekend is time for some slacks
Before you know it
It will be over…
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“If there’s a ‘Cruel Summer’ then there’s got to be a ‘Cruel Winter,’ right? That’s all I’m saying” Q-Tip
Sunday, Two
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“If there’s a ‘Cruel Summer’ then there’s got to be a ‘Cruel Winter,’ right? That’s all I’m saying” Q-Tip
Sunday, One
Soft snowflakes falling down to the ground
Like confetti thrown on a celebrating crowd
Covering everything in a white shroud
Looking like the skies fluffiest clouds
Enjoying the scenic vision feeling proud
Before the snowy blanket gets ploughed
In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part Two
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees…
In honour of the month of November and beginning of Winter
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation” Paul Theroux
Sunday, 22nd of November, Part One
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
And one centigrade of minus degrees
The white dust on the ground
Everywhere to be found
Where the heck is my car
Couldn’t have left it far
Grabbed the snow shovel
Moving my muscles
Soon the path is clear
Feeling like a pioneer
On the 22nd day of November
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
I just hope the roads won’t ice over
Or I’ll be prancing like a four leaf clover
Trying to cross the roads
In the early morning hours
On my way to work
Trying not to go berserk
When it’s really dark
Only dogs will bark
On the 22nd day of November
The snow fall finally came
The icy cold rain
Hit the bloody plane
Due to one centigrade of minus degrees
Poetry and Photography
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Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge
(Sunday 22-11-2015)
“Because it’s a bench”
Old Town Benches
Sit down
Have a rest
In the old town
No need for stress
The history
Of this city
In one glance
Fall into a trance
Close your eyes
Let the millenia
Take you down
The memory lane
“And if you make it on a bleak day, a freak day, a week day
While you can be her guest
But never, never on a Sunday, a Sunday
The one day she’s got to get her rest”
Gun’s Travel Log: Greece – Rhodes Island, Day Two, Sunday
Gun’s travel log, stardate 09.08.2015, late morning AM (GMT +3)
Never ever on a Sunday
That is my fun day
After all, I am on a holiday
This is my day of rest
Which suits me the best
See Y’all tomorrow!
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished” Lao Tzu
A Day in Nature
Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight
Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking
The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking
The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway
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