Ballet Dancing Photography

A bit low on Funny Stories
But needless to say

If ever one is taking photography
Of ballet dancers
Be they female or even male

And Ballet Dancer would be flying
Through the air
Ever so gracefully

Make sure, and check again
That there is no audience beneath the scene

Because it is REALLY Funny
To see a photograph
Of a Ballet Dancer
Flying over an unsuspecting
Someone’s head

Recorded for prosperity

And what it resembles!
Is Elegant Dancer
Leaping, flying through the air

Appearing as if he would be
Balancing on top of
Another man’s head

OH MY HAT!
STOP IT, THAT IS SO FUNNY!!!

Oh, dear readers, I don’t have
The photo to prove it
But it happened
Not to me
But to a close relative of mine!

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Photography supplied by Ali McGill Photography

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Night on Speed

Every night when I close my eyes
Exhausted at having stayed awake
Way past bedtime to write Daily Post

I only have to blink and I’m awake
Morning has arrived and sun greets anew
Where on earth did night escape to?

It rushed by like a train on steam
No patience for passengers
Especially none for ones like me

Who would take advantage
Of night’s midnight hours
To cram in minutes if I may

So please slow down
Dear Night I plead
Allow me to have my way with you

An extra hour or two
Would really, so deliciously
Make one very happy, productive me!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pace-oddity/

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Birthday Baby

Birthdays make me sad

For a number of reasons, not just one
Not a single birthday do I have
But two

Which would be the day
I entered the world
Escaped from my mother’s womb

And the day that is recorded
For all the years to come
On my passport, driver’s licence
Any document that would record

The hospital would have
My real birthday noted
Other witness is no more

Every year I get to celebrate
Not one day, but two
And I wish I had but none

My mother and I shared the same week
Three days, but generations apart
Her Farewell was celebrated
On my birthday, at least on one of them
And so birthdays make me sad

What would my new sign be?

My new sign would be
April Baby!

How would I describe those who share it?

I would describe them as
Being Alive!

I do not like to share birthdays
With Farewell Services on the same day

As a birthday of mine

And so birthdays make me sad

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Home Visit!

The craziest, busiest, most hectic day
Could only be, too infrequently
When I arrive back “home”
Surrounded by friends and family

There are so many people to see
So many loved faces to greet
Cities and homes and shopping malls
All the places I used to frequent!

Rush around, can’t get enough
Make a list of who I need to meet
Coffee here and visit there
Travelling between two cities fair
(Jozi and Pretoria)

It is too much for husband dear
Too many people!
As many people as she would have words
No! Please let me stay at home

At home in Sydney, you go alone!
Yes, I’ll go alone, and take the minions too
They can run around with me!
Introduce them to another life

And amongst all this excitement
Flying here and driving there
I turned the Big Four Oh and so I did
And to my surprise, and to my Delight

My dear darling friends
Whom I have not seen in quite a while
Surprised me with a surprise I did not expect
This beautiful cake, left me with no words to say
(Doesn’t happen often)

It went too fast, the days flew by
Not one day, but twenty repeat
Resurface to a life now dead
Will have to do

Until I resurface again

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Blog’s Birthday! (Verbose)

If ever there was a day
For a twenty-five hour day
It would have been today!

And that’s because from when I awoke
To when I now sit
I’ve been on the go, go, go!

So many people have commented
So many people have liked
So many people have followed

And I have been unable to thank
Or comment
Or like
Or follow

Because I have not had a minute to spare
Let alone an EXTRA SIXTY!!!
But now it is near the end of the day
Midnight creeping up fast

And it’s my Blog’s Birthday!
My Baby Love!
My Pride and Joy
My Piece of Me!

And I am Happy!
So to celebrate
I bought myself a book!

A book of Poetry!
So I can read some Poetry!
And maybe learn to write some too!

Happy Birthday Me!
MovingTowardsTheLight.com
Passion through Poetry!!

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Twenty-Five Hour Clock

A Twenty-Five Hour
Clock gifts me with an extra
Few minutes to write!

(And we do love to write!)

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Designer Heels

Only the best shoes
For me as I only wear
Designer high heels!

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