Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“When a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism” David Starr Jordan
Hidden Moon
Before the rising sun
Let’s have some fun
In the darkness of the night
Not a living soul in sight
In the moonlit sky
It is hard to deny
One’s true nature
Without any failure
Singing to a different tune
When howling at the moon
Bench a Sunday Post/Seat Sunday Series
Poetry and Photography
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Posted in Travel Words Photo Challenge Bench Series
(Sunday 13-12-2015)
“I took a back seat and did whatever it took for the team to win” James Harden
Take A Seat
Break the beat
And take a seat
Which one do you prefer?
You have been given three options this week
Are these something
To your liking
Or other types you seek?
The old wooden bench
Which has seen better times
The chair in the cafe
During a busy day
Or the comfy fluffy recliner
There is really no denying her
She is quite the tempting one
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“I love berries. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, black berries, anything with an ‘errie’ in it!” Jordin Sparks
Delicious
Red, juicy, delicious
My one and only precious
You make me so jealous
Driving me reckless
With all your freshness
I am getting restless
One bite of your essence
Leaves me breathless
You left me this impression
So, hear my confession
You are my obsession
I wish, my possession
My red delicious all so merry
My one and only Strawberry
In honour of the month of December and the day of Sankta Lucia (13.12.)
“Natten går tunga fjät
rund gård och stuva;
kring jord, som sol förlät,
skuggorna ruva.
Då i vårt mörka hus,
stiger med tända ljus,
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia”
“Night walks with a heavy step
Round yard and hearth,
As the sun departs from earth,
Shadows are brooding.
There in our dark house,
Walking with lit candles,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia”
Sankta Lucia
The bearer of light
For the future to shine bright
With all her might
Like the shining white knight
Her sword will smite
All the anger and spite
The world to rewrite
Without war or fight
Sankta Lucia
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of, Narrow
“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence” Henry David Thoreau
Narrow Passage
What’s behind us here has led
To the narrow passage ahead
Do not fear or dread
For the future wide and open
To this path have woven
No words to be spoken
As we take our first step
Posted in Camera Lucida Photo Challenge, Self Portrait
Photography and Poetry
“I cannot sing, dance, act or write, but it never stopped me from doing any of those things” Gun Roswell
Who the Hell is Gun?
She thinks she is the Gun with the fastest bullets
She sure loves her creature comforts
Her chair, her Trek, her Mac and coffee
Maybe even some added toffee
Home sweet home
Her true heart’s motto
Write more and still some more
Her work etchic on the dot-o
A holiday spent in a warmer climate
Cheeks will turn the colour of tomatoes
Fuel it will for a year’s worth
Surely going onwards strong with mirth
Even of her car she wrote
A little tale, oh what a poet!
Drag Queens, comedy, science fiction
Between them not always a clear distinction
Her home filled with objet d’arts
A collection long ago did start
Oh and did I mention the many a shoes?
Maybe even a witch’s brew?
Her leg was operated a while ago
Now fully mended and on the go
High heels come a clacking
When someone at the door is knocking
Strong and independent is her mindset
But do not that let
Fool you into thinking
She is not as soft as a kitten
When it comes to her and hers
You can softly hear her purr
When the working day is done
Let the slumber surely come
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
If you see the sunset, does it have to mean something? If you hear the birds singing does it have to have a message?” Robert Wilson
Saturday Sunset, Part Two
An ordinary Saturday
On a December’s eve
Stepping into a sleigh
For a ride to leave
On a track
To watch the sunset
The colours a reminder
Of the season’s binder
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“I envy people who can just look at a sunset. I wonder how you can shoot it. There is nothing more grotesque to me than a vacation” Dustin Hoffman
Saturday Sunset, Part One
“The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire!”
The peasant from the ancient times shouted
As the red clouds into the skies sprouted
Running as fast as he could
Before the skies on him fall would
Simply out of fear
Not knowing of the beauty so near
Shivering in his cellar
Like an old yellar
Some hundreds years later
Not a sunset hater
Eagerly awaiting
A sunset most breathtaking
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“Red is the ultimate cure for sadness” Bill Blass
Red
Red is my colour
Try not to follow
Red is my attitude
No intended platitude
Watch me bloom
As my nom de plume
Is Red
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“We live in a strange bubble” Brian Molko
Life in Bubble
Living in a bubble
Peeking through Hubble
Getting into trouble
Always on the double
Trying to snuggle
Always a struggle
For the couple
After all,
Living in a bubble
Usually decouples
