The last post is the WINNER!

[Wu Wei]

Yet another win dedicated to Robert Frost..... and sometimes I think it is my life story

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

[sun rise]

Winning with humor (and gratitude that my wife is not like this)

 

[Revoltingest]

SHSSSSH!!!!

Does
Lazy Bear have a
Lazy Boy?

 

[sun rise]

And not having a dog like this

 

[Wu Wei]

Does Lazy Bear have
a Lazy Boy?

Not a lazy boy, but a large brown leather recliner that looks much like that

 

[John53]

bah humbug

 

[Wu Wei]

Christmas
by Robert Frost

The bells of waiting Advent ring,
The Tortoise stove is lit again
And lamp-oil light across the night
Has caught the streaks of winter rain
In many a stained-glass window sheen
From Crimson Lake to Hookers Green.

The holly in the windy hedge
And round the Manor House the yew
Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,
The altar, font and arch and pew,
So that the villagers can say
'The church looks nice' on Christmas Day.

Provincial Public Houses blaze,
Corporation tramcars clang,
On lighted tenements I gaze,
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'.

And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.

And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad.
And Christmas-morning bells say 'Come!'
Even to shining ones who dwell
Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.

And is it true,
This most tremendous tale of all,
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,
A Baby in an ox's stall ?
The Maker of the stars and sea
Become a Child on earth for me ?

And is it true ? For if it is,
No loving fingers tying strings
Around those tissued fripperies,
The sweet and silly Christmas things,
Bath salts and inexpensive scent
And hideous tie so kindly meant,

No love that in a family dwells,
No carolling in frosty air,
Nor all the steeple-shaking bells
Can with this single Truth compare -
That God was man in Palestine
And lives today in Bread and Wine.

 

[Stonetree]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I lost my bet
now I have you.......

 

[ChristineM]

bah humbug

 

[Wu Wei]

I am enjoying my cup of tea this afternoon..... and with that

A monk sips morning tea

A monk sips morning tea,
it’s quiet,
the chrysanthemum’s flowering.

-Basho

 

[John53]

A bear posts some poetry,
it's annoying,
shoot the bear.

-Me

 

[ChristineM]

A bear posts some poetry,
it's annoying,
shoot the bear.

-Me

Yooz a poet.
And ya don't know it

 

[Wu Wei]

A bear posts some poetry,
it's annoying,
shoot the bear.

-Me

“Alternative Anthem.'
by John Agard

Put the kettle on
Put the kettle on
It is the British answer
to Armageddon.

Never mind taxes rise
Never mind trains are late
One thing you can be sure of
and that’s the kettle, mate.

It’s not whether you lose
It’s not whether you win
It’s whether or not
you’ve plugged the kettle in.

May the kettle ever hiss
May the kettle ever steam
It is the engine
that drives our nation’s dream.

Long live the kettle
that rules over us
May it be limescale free
and may it never rust.

Sing it on the beaches
Sing it from the housetops
The sun may set on empire
but the kettle never stops.”

 

[ChristineM]

“Alternative Anthem.'
by John Agard

Put the kettle on
Put the kettle on
It is the British answer
to Armageddon.

Never mind taxes rise
Never mind trains are late
One thing you can be sure of
and that’s the kettle, mate.

It’s not whether you lose
It’s not whether you win
It’s whether or not
you’ve plugged the kettle in.

May the kettle ever hiss
May the kettle ever steam
It is the engine
that drives our nation’s dream.

Long live the kettle
that rules over us
May it be limescale free
and may it never rust.

Sing it on the beaches
Sing it from the housetops
The sun may set on empire
but the kettle never stops.”

This is quite true.

 

[ChristineM]

Winning with humor (and gratitude that my wife is not like this)

Aren't they gorgious

 

[Revoltingest]

Man charged with threatening doctor over transgender care

 

[John53]

“Alternative Anthem.'
by John Agard

Put the kettle on
Put the kettle on
It is the British answer
to Armageddon.

Never mind taxes rise
Never mind trains are late
One thing you can be sure of
and that’s the kettle, mate.

It’s not whether you lose
It’s not whether you win
It’s whether or not
you’ve plugged the kettle in.

May the kettle ever hiss
May the kettle ever steam
It is the engine
that drives our nation’s dream.

Long live the kettle
that rules over us
May it be limescale free
and may it never rust.

Sing it on the beaches
Sing it from the housetops
The sun may set on empire
but the kettle never stops.”

There's a bear in there
And a chair as well
There's people with games
And stories to tell
Open wide
Come inside
It's play school

- Rosemary Milne

 

[ChristineM]

Goodnight

 

[sun rise]

Mastodon is a new source of win for me

 

[Shadow Wolf]

Mastodon is a new source of win for me