Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
Leaves on the trees
Leaves on the ground
Even at my doorstep
Can they be found
Autumn’s foliage
Soon turning to dust
Still enough for joliage
And enjoy it I must
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
“With my middle-class metabolism, the suburbs were where I always wanted to be” Susan Isaacs
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
Night time in Suburbia
There is no time for hysteria
Streetlights the only spots of bright
Against the darkest of night
Sidewalks empty and quiet
A few signs marked private
Walking past the darkened windows
Occupants asleep, dreaming of tomorrow
The moon hiding behind clouds
No one to see, no one to watch
So, stepping on the grass is allowed
If I through away my crutch
Take a little chance
And do a little barefoot dance
In the middle of the night
On the streest of Suburbia
Poetry and Photography
Posted in response to The Clinic-Photo Rehab hosted by Lucile De Godoy
The supermoon is a 16-inch pizza compared with a 15-inch pizza. It’s a slightly bigger moon; I ain’t using the adjective ‘supermoon.’ Neil deGrasse Tyson
Moon, Bloody Super Moon
Moon bloody Super Moon
Why can’t you get here soon
Instead, in the middle of the night
From my bed standing upright
Down the street I chased it
In a state of a hissy fit
And in my pajamas no less
Frightening the neighbours I confess
Staring up the starlit night
Only to find a disturbing sight
No moon of any colour could I find
I was pissed with my teeth in grind
The big white ball
I earlier in the sky saw
Had hidden behind
A thick cloud bind
So now, another thirty-three years to wait
For that bloody moon to bate
The other option…
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Lucile De Godoy hosting Photo Rehab, The Clinic
Photo Rehab, The Clinic: Week 40 Wrap Up
“In December 2014, after completing the Photo101 course, I opened the Photo Rehab Event in this blog, a ‘healing clinic’, for all of us who love photography (hobbyists, amateurs, pro-shooters and enthusiasts) who missed the course and daily interaction with other photobloggers” Lucile De Godoy
Check out all the magnificent photographs for this week from Lucile’s site:
Week 40: Wrap up Photo101 Rehab
Also featured Rantings Of A Third Kind:
September in Suburbia, Part Seven
September in Suburbia, Part Eight, Leaves
September in Suburbia, Part Nine, Leaves
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry
“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”
Sunny Days in October, Part Four
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry
“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”
Sunny Days in October, Part Three
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry
“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”
Sunny Days in October, Part Two
October: Month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
Photography and poetry
“October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.”
Sunny Days in October Part One
Rain, rain, rain
And some more rain
But, wait… what?
Today, no rain?
Surprisingly sunny
To the point of funny
The air soft and warm
I could have sworn
It was late summer
But oh bummer
I wasn’t grinning
Because,
It was the beginning
Of October
A homage to Cats now departed
A dip into the photo archives.
“In nine lifetimes, you’ll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you” Michel de Montaigne
Happy Caturday 2015-10-03
I still remember
That day in September
When a furry bundle of joy
Appeared at my door
And with a loud roar
Shouted: Ahoy!
Over thirty years ago
With four more in tow
With fullest of force
Changing the course
Of my entire life
Without much strife
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
In response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of ecology
“Life is like riding a bicycle: you don’t fall off unless you stop pedaling” Claude Pepper
SL WEEK 13: I want to ride my Bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride it where I like
Sometimes, even a trike
With this simple vehicle
On a ride so magical
Ever so classical
In today’s world radical
And utterly likeable
Someone said impossible
Even behaviour maniacal
Never mind the icicles
And the cynicals
I just keep on riding on
My bicycle
