Travel and Ice Coffee (three)

Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives

“Coffee,
is a language in itself”
Jackie Chan


Travel and Ice Coffee

To the extreme
Is today’s theme
Or so it seems…

Ripened coffee beans
Of which you could only dream
On them pour water nearly steamed
And soon
Into the stratosphere you will be beamed

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Black Cat for Caturday (two)

Posted in Caturday

“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx

Black Cat for Caturday

Sleepy eyes
Still a spy

In this house
Maybe a mouse?

‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’

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Black Cat for Caturday (three)

Posted in Caturday

“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx

Black Cat for Caturday

Do not disturb
The sleeping cat
Or a big hurt
Is a matter of fact!

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Black Cats for Caturday (four)

Posted in Caturday
Photo credits Minttu Gustafsson

“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx

Black Cats for Caturday

On patrol,
Sneaking around
Like trolls
When night falls
On this eve of all hallows
Soon the beast swallows
Its prey
Oh, you can only pray
It
Won’t
Be
You!

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Black Cat for Caturday (one)

Posted in Caturday

“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx

Black Cat for Caturday

Alert, awake
Nothing would shake
The determination
Not leaving this station
For any reason
Except,
For the hunting season
After all,
Next night fall
Will be
Halloween

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The 3rd Advent (two)

Posted in Holiday Season:Tale, Poetry, Photography, Humour

“Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought,
doesn’t come from a store”
Dr. Seuss

The 3rd Advent

…In the end
After some time spent
The agreement said

“You can have three days off
Provided, they are on a weekend
No more time to spend
On any celebration
Or there will be hell to bend!”

So now, if you listen closely
The celebration still goes on, but quietly
Under the bridges and behind closed doors
Some say, they even roast s’mores

Guess the lesson learnt
Is: do not get burnt
But celebrate you can
If you don’t give damn
Even if shit hits the fan!

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The 3rd Advent (one)

Posted in Holiday Season:Tale, Poetry, Photography, Humour

“Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought,
doesn’t come from a store”
Dr. Seuss

The 3rd Advent

At the tone of the bell’s ding
The celebrations are about to begin
Even the grumpiest of them all begins to sing
All the crowd begins to swing

Nothing will stop the celebration
So come along, bring your dalmatian
Let’s spread the cheer across the nation
So hop on the train before it leaves the station

But hold on to your horses
Says the person cautious
Before we can actually endorse this
We need to talk to our bosses

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continued in part two

Tales of the Odd and Unexpected for Throwback Thursday

Posted in the Throwback Thursday: Tales of the Odd and Unexpected

“The only thing I ever throwback on Thursdays are drinks”

Tales of the Odd and Unexpected for Throwback Thursday

While digging through the archives after Halloween, I found these tales of the odd and unexpected for your enjoyment for this weeks Throwback Thursday serial: Happy reading!

Tales of the Odd and Unexpected (or what ever floats in my mind): Part One

Tales of the Odd and Unexpected (or what ever floats in my mind): Part Two

It’s A Human… No, It’s A Drag Race!

TBT CASETTE; IPOD

It’s A Human… No, It’s A Drag Race for Tales of the Odd and Unexpected (TBT)

Posted in the Throwback Thursday: Tales of the Odd and Unexpected

Dame Edna Everage Tour

“We are all born naked and the rest is Drag” – RuPaul

It’s A Human… No, It’s A Drag Race!

This is Ixavier Lasloth coming live from the Galaxy near you!

Our news team is currently orbiting a small bluish rock in the farthest corner of the known universe. We are here to observe the supposedly dominant occupants of this planet they have named “Earth”. These people seem to be involved in something called the “human race”, although as to where and when the race will take place is still unclear.

We are here to observe the ritualistic behaviour of this particular species, whose skin colour is varying from a pinkish hue to darker brown shade or sometimes even red. Some of them are covered in a thick fur like layer, while others remain neutral and satisfied in their original skin.

We are in disguise to avoid any panic our strange appearance may cause in the inhabitants.

Upon closer inspection, we can clearly detect at least two distinctive sexes, but there may be more.

Although most of these creatures seem to be content in their existence, some of them rebel against the existing norm. These individuals have ventured to live their lives with their own set of rules and formed tight knit groups and living off the radar. These “outsiders” worship their heroes in an almost religious fashion.

This exceptional behaviour is the reason, why this reporter landed on this forsaken rock and decided to have a closer look.

After making contact with some of these “radical groups”, we were fortunate enough to get invited to observe one of their many rituals. The core group and their followers call themselves “De-rag Q-ueens.

We were invited to observe their masking ritual, reserved for the most elite individuals of the group. The “males” as we got to know them were performing an age old ceremony named the “drag race”.

Observing the ritual to a fault, there is a strict regime to follow:

The first step is to apply a thick layer of paint on the face. The next step is to add a head piece, which seems like a construct of some sort of animal hair. These headpieces come in every imaginative colour of the rainbow. To complete the transformation, a garment weaved with glittering items is pulled over the top half of the body. The feet are covered with footwear constructed from a leathery material and with an added feature, which seems to give the wearer more height.

When the total transformation from “male” to “female” was complete, it was time to “put on a show”.

The Q-ueens lined up and started walking in orderly fashion on what seemed to be a structure of wooden planks they had named the “cat walk”. A rhythmic beat followed by electrical lights flashing caused the Q-ueens to start producing sounds from their throats causing melodic sounds coming out from their mouths. This ritual was of a repetitive nature, where the melodies and sounds varied depending on the individual performing them. The “show” continued and the partakers managed to change their attire several times over before the ceremony was over.

All in all while observing this religious ritual in all its glory, this reporter found oneself caught in the moment; cheering and applauding at the end of the ceremony, which luckily was the accepted social convention.

While trying to get more in-depth information as to what the origin of this particular ritual was, I was fortunate to interview one of the elders among them. And the message, quite clear and directly quoted:

“We may be born naked, but surely the rest needs to be drag”
In this reporter’s opinion, this may be one of the more successful stories of Earth.

Until next time, this is Ixavier Lasloth, signing off!

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Shopping for Halloween for Daily Photo (three)

Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Humour and Halloween

Shopping for Daily Photo

“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping”
Bo Derek

Elf off the Shelf

A Christmas elf
From the store shelf
No matter if October
And a long while until December
This hefty little thing
Joined the pumpkins
This Halloween
Have you ever seen

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