Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Bike
Ride, ride, ride your bike
Where ever you feel and like
Or at least
With this delivery beast
As the delivery clerk
You’ll do the work
And much later
A joyride awaits ya’
But,
If your bike
Will go on a strike
Then what can I say:
You are in for a hike!
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Velo-Bike
When you feel like
Your feet are on a strike
Just hop on a Velo-Bike
Motorized fun
Under the sun
No, this is not a pun
Just ride, ride, ride
Your Velo-Bike
Posted in Travel Thursday
Travel Log /Photography /Poetry /Tale /Humour
Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles
“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Golf Cart
To fool the neighbours
And all other strangers
You hired a cart
Which was quite smart
Added a bag of clubs
Actually some look alike stubs
Hopped inside the vehicle
While the other looked unbelievable
Maybe even a little jealous
Because of this helluva
Trick you made up
Posted in the Daily Post: Local
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee,
eating porridge and reading the paper at a local café”
Anton du Beke
Local Book Mobile for the Daily Post
When you hear the sound of the wheels
As they slightly screech and squeal
A vehicle driving down the small road
All the kids are quickly up on their toes
Trying to get a glimpse of the nearing
Soon all their faces lit up and leering
The familiar sound of the tooting horn
Breaking the silence of the early morn’
The biggest of all the coaches
As the local book mobile approaches
Soon enough the children come a running
And started has the pushing and shoving
A little while later
Only the sound of paper
Rustling, as the books have found
A solid ground
In the hands of the readers
Truly, the books are mind feeders
Posted in A Quote a Week Tuesday (2016-10-18)
“I am done with the past,
the future has plenty of room for change.”
Quote a Week Tuesday
For this week’s quote, a little reminder, that failure is not fatal and give yourself some slack 😉
“You may have done some things wrong,
but you’ve also done a lot of things right.”
Posted in Mundane Monday #81
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday #81
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Lost Horizon
Oh mighty Poseidon
Riddle me this:
Is that a storm rising
That I see in distance
Or did we just loose,
The horizon?
Posted in Mundane Monday #81
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday #81
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Stacked
Stacked
Tightly packed
If you try to subtract
Without a contract
Just remember this fact
You’ll get trapped
And completely compacted
Posted in Mundane Monday #81
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday #81
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Pine Cone
In the pine zone
Just another cone
Its brother’s clone
Still, hanging alone
When the rest will be gone
Posted in Mundane Monday #81
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Mundane Monday #81
“There’s something that’s really fun about the challenge of making the mundane funny, too, I think”
Jim Gaffigan
Restricted
A view restricted
Could not get it fixed
With feelings mixed
Almost in total eclipse
I yield to the twist
Continue my work transfixed…
NOT!
Hey, It’s Monday people,
What did you expect?
This day is truly evil!
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
“I have never, honestly, thrown a chair in my life”
Steve Ballmer
Office Chair for Seat Sunday
Sometimes
Time really flies
In the middle of the day
Sitting in the office chair
In the secured lair
In a boring meeting
You could not less care
When thought gets flight
Just sit and pray
Your boss stays away!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 