Posted in the Daily Post: Jubilant
Photography /Poetry
Sparkly Wine and Strawberries for Daily Post, Jubilant
“Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.”
― Louis Pasteur
Strawberries
Soft and delicious
Even quite nutritious
Fruits of tempting red
Into your mouth are fed
Better stay alert
This is just the dessert
Posted in the Daily Post: Jubilant
Photography /Poetry
Sparkly Wine and Strawberries for Daily Post, Jubilant
“Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.”
― Louis Pasteur
Sparkly Wine
It’s kind of a celebration
Did not need much persuasion
Sparkly wine filling the glasses
Handed around to whom ever passes
Today we all are carefree
And enjoying our little jubilee
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
Throwback Thursday
On Thursdays we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.
This week’s Throwback Thursday is dedicated to Chocolate.
What was the question? Who cares, the answer is Chocolate!
Enjoy!
Chocolate Cake (TBT)
My Little Piece of Heaven (TBT)
Chocolate is The Answer, Who Cares What the Question is! (TBT)
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Monday, Bloody Mundane Monday!
Just another Monday
That’s after Sunday
I wish it was Friday
Or at least Thursday
Much closer to Saturday
The one true fun-day
Oh, I kind of lost track on Tuesday
And also Wednesday,
Known as little Saturday
So I know my weekdays
But one fact remains
I really do hate Mondays!!!
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Just Eat It!
Tomatoes and eggs on your plate
No time to contemplate
Just eat it, just eat!
Don’t you make me repeat it!
This is not a debate
Or question of your weight
Just eat it, just eat!
Don’t you make me repeat it!
It’s healthy and great
Better clean up your plate
Just eat it, just eat!
Don’t you make me repeat it!
Well, I did, three times:
So eat it!
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Definitely not Monochrome
Call me dull
A total null
Even a drone
But never ever
Call me monochrome
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Mirror Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Please make me look very tall
In this picture shown for all
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Peekaboo
Behind the shades
Before the sunlight fades
Peekaboo!
I see you!
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Off /On the Wall
Living in my little box
Canny as a big fox
Hanging from these old rocks
This is were I keep my clocks
And where all the cool kids flock
Posted in Mundane Monday #60
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Horror
Mundane Monday
“I have always been caught by the pull of the unremarkable, by the easily missed, infinitely nourishing beauty of the mundane.” Tana French, Broken Harbour
Nightly Shadows
When the lights are turned on
Odd reflections
Life’s projections
Or an unidentified phenomenon
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
