Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Stairs
“Are we on a stairway to heaven?”
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33) Five
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Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33): Part Four
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Stairs
“Are we on a stairway to heaven?”
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33) Four
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33): Part Three
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Stairs
“Are we on a stairway to heaven?”
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33) Three
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33): Part Two
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Stairs
“Are we on a stairway to heaven?”
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33) Two
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33): Part One
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Stairs
“Are we on a stairway to heaven?”
Round and Round We Go ( SL WEEK 33) One
Round and round we go
Where we end up
No one knows
We can go up
We can go down
If you are in luck
You can circle back around
On the stairway
There is no one way
But a friendly warning
Before you get a scorning
Never stay on one step
For too long
Aeroplane Seat (Seat Sunday 2016-02-21)
Bench a Sunday Post/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
&
Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge Bench Series
(Sunday 21-02-2016)
“In an aeroplane seat, en route to nowhere”
Aeroplane Seat (Seat Sunday 2016-02-21)
A reserved seat
By the window
Supposed treat
With a small peep hole
A looking glass
For what ever may pass
The wing
Of this flying thing
The Girl and The Cat (Caturday 2016-02-20)
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere and to my dear sister
Caturday 2016-02-20
Photocredits Miranda Kuusisto, Jessica Solingius
“Cats are like music: It is foolish to try to explain their worth to those who do not appreciate them”
The Girl and The Cat
Would you look at that!
The girl with the cat
On the sofa, laying flat
No time to chase a rat
No time for a little chat
Not even an eyelid will bat
No time for the internet
Nothing playing on the cassette
Nothing moves, on the chess set
If you want to bet
The only comment you get
“What the heck,
Are you staring at!”
Throwback Thursday 2016-02-18
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Just an FYI: Thursday the 12th is just as rare at Friday the 13th.”
Throwback Thursday 2016-02-18
Each Thursday 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.
The Voyeur Within (Repost for TBT)
Taking Shortcuts is Easy? (Repost for TBT)
Let the Rantings continue!!!
Taking Shortcuts is Easy? (Repost for TBT)
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“If you take shortcuts, you get cut short” Gary Busey
Taking Shortcuts is Easy?
Easy and always simple
Leaving no dimples
The quickest way to take
Is to just faking it
Because wanting your cake
As much as eating it
Taking the shortcuts
Without any buts
All through life
Without any strife
The quickest way
May be the easiest
Even the cheapest
But soon one day
You may end up with
A basket full of shit
The Voyeur Within (Repost for TBT)
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“I’m convinced we all are voyeurs. It’s part of the detective thing. We want to know secrets and we want to know what goes on behind those windows…” David Lynch
The Voyeur Within
Always looking
Something is cooking
Seeking, digging deeper
Some call me a peeper
Sometimes ashamed
If getting blamed
Going into hiding
Covering my eyes
Throwing the dice
Sneaking a peak
Through my fingers
Intrigued by life
As it lingers
Enjoying every moment
Eyes wide open
The thrill of getting caught
Present with every thought
Never out of malice
Only looking for that chalice
The reward of missing nothing
And seeing everything
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