Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining
onto part six
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek
onto part five
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!
onto part four
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!
onto part three
Posted in Seat Sunday
“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf
onto part two
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography /Poetry /Humour
Seat Sunday 2016-05-01
“If it’s the right chair, it doesn’t take too long to get comfortable in it” Robert De Niro
Wooden
It’s wooden
What rhymes with wooden?
Nothing rhymes with wooden
So, just
Take a seat
Lift up your feat
And enjoy the heat
Posted in Seat Sunday
Photography and Poetry
“I must go in. The fog is rising” EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON
Night on the Bench
Surrounded by misty air
Missed the last fare
Sitting on the park bench
Wishing I had worn a trench
The eerie surroundings
Leaving my heart pounding
Not a soul in sight
On this mystical night
Wrapping my coat tighter
My mood getting lighter
I hear some noises
A car approaches
Finally, I have a ride!
Posted in Bench/Seat Sunday
Poetry & Photography
“The judge told me to approach the bench. We were in a park”Jarod Kintz,
Painted Red
The only bright spot
In the entire parking lot
In the midst of suburbia
Causing a minor hysteria
The colour of reddest red
Some say, it joy may spread
Carefully trying to sit
Just to see, if it is a fit
After I little while
I started to smile
The colour seemed to be
A perfect choice for me
And soon enough…
As far as the eye could see
All the red painted seats
Were occupied to the extreme
There is something to be said
Of the colour red
It never leaves you cold
Yes, and I too was sold
Posted in the Bench Series, Poetry and Photography
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Posted in the Bench Series, Poetry and Photography
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige
A Bench to Sit on
Rantings Of A Third Kind 