Forty-Seven for the Daily Post (three)

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Posted in the Daily Post: Numbers : Poetry and Humour

“I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny,
and I’m beginning to wonder about Santa Claus.
But I believe wholeheartedly in 47”
Sarah Dolinar

Forty-Seven for the Daily Post 

The Culprit:

Maybe I am an alien
With a devilish plan

“Hello, I am Specialist 47
Delighted to make your acquaintance
Please find attached my credentials
For some mind maintenance”

Resident of Earth since 1947
Successfull mind melds, total of 47 000 000 047
47 more years to beat
Until my mission is complete

My contact information
4747 Galaxy Boulevard
A short promenade
A right down the hall
Or give me a call
My mobile number 555-4747
Thank you for your confirmation

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Forty-Seven for the Daily Post (two)

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Posted in the Daily Post: Numbers : Poetry and Humour

“I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny,
and I’m beginning to wonder about Santa Claus.
But I believe wholeheartedly in 47”
Sarah Dolinar

Forty-Seven for the Daily Post 

The Homage:

How phenomenal
Quite Astrological
Completely magical
Oh so mythical
Like a rock star

My profound respect
I am fundamentally perplexed
How very puzzling
Even a little hustling
Quite the dazzling

You are… the Culprit

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continued in part three

Forty-Seven for the Daily Post (one)

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Posted in the Daily Post: Numbers : Poetry and Humour

“I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny,
and I’m beginning to wonder about Santa Claus.
But I believe wholeheartedly in 47”
Sarah Dolinar

Forty-Seven for the Daily Post 

The Proof:

The time is now, 00.47
Roswell 1947
Film, 47 Minutes
Waterford Greenwich 47-piece Flatware Set
Exit 47
47 followers
London Bus Routes – 47/N47
4711 Eau de toilette
Level 47 Walkthrough
Agent 47
47 Ronin
U.S. Code › Title 47
The 47 Society
47 likes on Facebook page
47 mints in the box

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continued in part two

Transmogrify for the Daily Post (two)

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Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour

“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso

Transmogrify 

door-1

Open the door
It’s still early
But, after one hour
Your face will turn sour
What greets
Is the horror
Of snow, snow
And even more snow
As far as you can blow!

door-2

Transmogrify for the Daily Post (one)

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Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour

“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso

Transmogrify 

hood-1

Morphing hood
Near the woods
Now you see it
Now you don’t
The ground that is
How easy
It is to please!
Just a little snow
Before the wind blows
Or sunshine
Melts it all away
( I can only hope!)

hood-2

Transmogrify for the Daily Post (four)

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Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour

“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso

Transmogrify 

yellow-1

Follow
The yellow brick road
If you can find it
That is
Because for now
It’s all covered in snow!

yellow-2

Transmogrify for the Daily Post (three)

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Posted in the Daily Post : Transmogrify : Photography, Poetry and Humour

“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot,
others transform a yellow spot into the sun”
Pablo Picasso

Transmogrify 

road-1

The road less travelled
Is now covered
With a white substance!

road-2

October Rap for Daily Photo (two)

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Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song

“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

October Rap for Daily Photo

branching-1

Branching out may be the option

branching-2

When raindrops keep falling…

branching-3

…on my head

branching-4

October Rap for Daily Photo (three)

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Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song

 “The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

October Rap for Daily Photo

leaves

Camouflaged

October Rap for Daily Photo (five)

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Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Rap-song and Humour
The Daily Post, Song

“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

October Rap for Daily Photo

droplets-3

A little pink with a touch of rain-pearls…

droplets-4

Who says, it’s just for the girls!