Posted in Daily Photo
“I always like walking in the rain,
so no one can see me crying.”
― Charlie Chaplin
Rain on the Pavement
Out of focus
Out of mind
Just a little hocus-pocus
And I am ready to rewind
The days of sunshine
Slowly, but surely
Entering my mind
Posted in Daily Photo
“I always like walking in the rain,
so no one can see me crying.”
― Charlie Chaplin
Rain on the Pavement
Rain, rain, falling down
Onto the pavement
There is no slowing down
My face, now with one sentiment
– A permanently painted frown
Posted in Daily Photo
“I always like walking in the rain,
so no one can see me crying.”
― Charlie Chaplin
Rain on the Pavement
When it rains,
It really pours
Coming in,
From all of the windows
And most of the doors
Keep your feet dry
Stay off the floors
There is no stopping
The rain drops are popping
No place secure
Just try to endure
It will be over
Before you can say
“Red rover, red rover”
Posted in the Daily Post: Wish
“This ain’t no wishing well”
Gun Roswell
Wish
Dear gods of weather
Hear my plead, my wish for the better
Please, release this wintery tether
And unleash the summery breeze of feather
For this view of now gives no pleasure
These times are no fun nor leisure
So dearies, this is no order nor push of pressure
Just send us that damned warm weather!
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday Finland Style
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier:
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Wind warns November’s done with.
The blown leaves make bat-shapes,
Web-winged and furious.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
November Sky
Clouds are breaking
The storm is fading
The shiny bright light
Has won the fight!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Wind warns November’s done with.
The blown leaves make bat-shapes,
Web-winged and furious.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
November Sky
November, November
Finally a day to remember
The sun has lit the skies
Even for a little while
Before the daylight dies
And it will be dark again
Just hoping, it won’t rain!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“Wind warns November’s done with.
The blown leaves make bat-shapes,
Web-winged and furious.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
November Sky
Sometimes
When looking up
Into the skies
An odd phenomena
Catches your eyes
They say,
It’s called, “the sun”
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.”
― Emily Dickinson
November Day
It may not be a classic
And not so dramatic
But when lit up:
A snowman made of plastic
Looks quite fantastic!
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry and Humour
“November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.”
― Emily Dickinson
November Day
Woke up this morning
To a weather not so boring
A big round shiny object
Was not something to be expected
Yes, it shone on for a few hours
Turned the faces off from sours
Now I say bye bye
While looking up into the sky
Hoping that tomorrow
Another shiny curve ball will throw!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 