Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Concrete Bench
Even a bench
Made out of concrete
Will still help you
Get off of your feet!
Tag Archives: travel
Seat Sunday (27.11.2016) two
Posted in Seat Sunday: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Concrete Bench
Even,
A hard bench
Will do,
In a tight clench
Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (three)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour
“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick
A Call Home from London
In the olden times
When we used money in dimes
Calling your mama
Caused quite the drama
When looking for a phone booth
Without loosing a tooth
Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (two)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour
“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick
A Call Home from London
Colour me red
Colour me a booth
Colour me a red
Telephone booth
Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (four)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour
“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick
A Call Home from London
Oh look at the wannabe telephone booths
And mini-mes in the window!
They look like things from my youth
From the times of bell bottoms and discos
Daily Photo: A Call Home from London (one)
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour
“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick
A Call Home from London
“London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us”
– The Clash
Magic for the Daily Post (one)
Posted in the Daily Post : Magic : Photography and Poetry
“Nature is a petrified magic city.”
Novalis
Magic
When the working day is done
After all the hard work and sweating
What could be more fun
Than riding up to the sixteenth floor
Quickly opening the doors
Just in time for the setting sun
A view filled with magic
More beautiful than you imagined
There is no denying, you just scored
Magic for the Daily Post (two)
Posted in the Daily Post : Magic : Photography and Poetry
“Nature is a petrified magic city.”
Novalis
Magic
After a day of work and fun
It’s time to put your phasers on stun
Forget about the phone and the fax
Sit down, take a deep breath and relax
There is nothing more greater
Enjoy the magic of the nature
Magic for the Daily Post (four)
Posted in the Daily Post : Magic : Photography and Poetry
“Nature is a petrified magic city.”
Novalis
Magic
Winter’s white tentacles
Creating spectacles
Most unforgettable
Magic for the Daily Post (five)
Posted in the Daily Post : Magic : Photography and Poetry
“Nature is a petrified magic city.”
Novalis
Magic
In this foreign land
Where I stand
Something magical
Quite radical
Sunshine
Most sublime
Rantings Of A Third Kind 