Office Life (Mundane Monday 2016-02-08)

Posted in Poetry and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday

“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #45

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“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
” 

Office Life

“It’s snowing outside”

She loudly out cried
When through the window eyed
But then, with one quick stride
Without even a good-bye
And to everyone’s surprise
She was gone like a spy
Out into the great wild
Also known as the outside

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Elevator Views (Mundane Monday 2016-02-08)

Posted in Poetry and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday

“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #45

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“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
” 

Elevator Views

Higher and higher
Up the high riser
Like a race car driver
In this scenic elevator

Speed is getting faster
Closer up the rafter
Feeling the adventure
And the ultimate pleasure

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Blue Skies (Mundane Monday 2016-02-08)

Posted in Poetry, Song and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday

“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #45

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Blue Skies chorus by Irving Berlin

“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours.
” 

Blue Skies

The sun in the sky
Shining so bright
Feeling so high
What a delight

Peace on my mind
Starting to unwind
Future defined
Ever so fine

“Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on”

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Umbrella (Daily Photo 2016-02-08)

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

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“Who am I that I have to sing under an umbrella? These people are my fans, and if they can stand in the rain to hear me sing, I can stand in the rain” Bobby Darin

Umbrella (Daily Photo 2016-02-08)

Step under my umbrella
We can sing in a cappella
Like we were the Ella
Just out of hella
Lady or a fella

Let’s create a novella
You can play the Stella
Prance around like a gazella
Maybe invite the Cinderella
Even if she is vanilla

There is no dilemma
Here what I tell ‘Ya
It’s quite the Rockwell’a
So step under my umbrella
Just out of the hella

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Snow Cats (Daily Photo 2016-02-07)

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography

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“Some people are worth melting for”

Snow Cats (Daily Photo 2016-02-07)

“Speak no evil
See no evil
Hear no evil”

Made
Out of snow
Maybe
Just for show
The three snow cats
Are having
A silent chat

As the time flies
The three little spies
Are watching passers-by
Wondering why
They all are
In such a hurry

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Red Gloves (Mundane Monday 2016-02-01)

Posted in Tale and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday

“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”

MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #44

gloves

“My little pretty red gloves bring me joy and warmth; after all it is winter!” Gun Roswell

Red Gloves (Mundane Monday 2016-02-01)

“This is when the gloves come off!” She stated with a huff and puff.

Throwing down the protective shielding onto the ground, she was about to defy all beliefs of what would happen when exposing yourself to the elements.

It was that time of the year, when the cold season had taken over. There was no hiding from the white powdery substance covering most of the northern world. The only thing to do to survive was to put as much woven garments on top of the skin as possible. The degrees sinking down below zero in the tens, sometimes even hundreds, this season lasted for a length of six moons.

But those damn mittens! How they irritated her, especially today. They were always in the way. Grabbing things was not easy, not to mention holding a shovel.

She looked at the discarded gloves laying on the ground. Red against the whitest of snow. Pretty were they, she thought and kept staring at them, while her fingers were getting numb. Finally, as beckoning her, she scooped the offending mittens from the pile of snow, pulled them on and admired the colour and the feel of them.

Once again, she was happy in her gorgeous red mittens.

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En route by Train (Daily Photo) … and even Metro

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour

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“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker

En route by Train (Daily Photo) Three

Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…

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En route by Train (Daily Photo) Three

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour

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“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker

En route by Train (Daily Photo) Three

Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…

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En route by Train (Daily Photo) Two

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour

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“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker

En route by Train (Daily Photo) Two

Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy…

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En route by Train (Daily Photo) One

Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography & Humour

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“A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn’t have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.” Russell Baker

En route by Train (Daily Photo) One

Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of ploy

Early morning in January
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of winter
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero

Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few

A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far

Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!

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