Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness”
Sunrise
A special moment
In the month of January
For people up North
This will sustain their sanity
For a little while longer
As the sun is getting stronger
In the midst of the darkness
A ray of sunlight
To keep up the good fight
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“With Saturday morning cartoons, you’ve got to start at 6 A.M., right?” Jim Rash
Saturday (Daily Photo)
It’s Saturday
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
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 Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November
“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…
In honour of the month of November
Poetry and Photography
“So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.” Julio Alexi Genao
Last Day of November
Last day of November
Wishing it was still September
Or at least a snowy day in December
Rain, rain, rain
Some more rain
Feelings of mundane
Starting to sink in
Dull, dark, dreary
Nature somewhat eerie
The sun coming out rarely
Hanging in there barely
Last ones of leaves
In the barest of trees
Holding on for dear life
Existence one big strife
Then, something unexpected
When you least expected
A beam of light reflected
On the dark surface
Could it be?
Is it possibly…
Sunlight?
Posted in the Fabulous Friday series: “Black Friday Finland Style”
Humour, Dialogue, Poetry
In honour of the month of November
“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…
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
In honour of the month of November
Poetry, Photography, Song
“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather” John Ruskin
On the 21st day of November
On the 21st day of November
My true love sent to me
One centigrade of minus degrees
On the 21st day of November
My true love also sent to me
Lots of icy cold rain
Several snowflakes of dancing
And one centigrade of minus degrees
On the 22nd day of November
I wish for my true love to send to me
Many more warm degrees
Much of sunshine weather
Or a trip to Hawaii
In honour of the month of November
Photography and Poetry
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Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise” George Washington Carver
Just Another Fabulous Sunrise, Part Two
Just another ordinary weekday?
No, it’s a fabulous sunrise day!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 