Dad had an itch
Inside his skin.
Red bugs said mom but
How'd they get in?
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
The Taiwan Blue Magpie
Taiwan's Blue magpie
Is perched for all to see.
Royal emblem, as a tail,
Hangs magestically.
Wings to transport heavenward,
A chest just like the sky,
Beak of flaming sunlight,
Stars instead of eyes.
Our mortal sight is limited
To color shape and scheme,
Yet from God's creation,
His Beauty can be gleaned.
MOTO
Photo by John&Fish - click on photo to go to their flickr website.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Halloween
Halloween brings excitement
To all the moths in town.
They gather near the street lights
To show what they have on.
MOTO
Photo by edgeplot - click on photo to see flickr web site.
Moth with Tail
Kim's Kite wouldn't soar.
It wouldn't take to the sky.
Kim found the answer drying on a tree nearby.
MOTO
Photo by thahawk - click on photo to see flickr web site
It wouldn't take to the sky.
Kim found the answer drying on a tree nearby.
MOTO
Photo by thahawk - click on photo to see flickr web site
The Brothers Grim
Sure we'll be glad to sit with your sick husband.
MOTO
Photo by MOTO - click on picture to see his flickr web site
MOTO
Photo by MOTO - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Two Women Found Reflecting in Bus
Mikey was a lineman.
Circles made him itch.
Ovals were defective.
Rhomboids were a bitch.
While shooting cars and busses,
He discovered a reflection.
He found two missing girls,
Who had escaped detection.
Mikey loves perspective.
Lines must be plum and true.
And now he's a detective,
If it has a point of view.
MOTO
Photo by Mikey Ottawa - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Circles made him itch.
Ovals were defective.
Rhomboids were a bitch.
While shooting cars and busses,
He discovered a reflection.
He found two missing girls,
Who had escaped detection.
Mikey loves perspective.
Lines must be plum and true.
And now he's a detective,
If it has a point of view.
MOTO
Photo by Mikey Ottawa - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
j whit cam
I knew a girl named Reese
Who played a funny trick
When I asked her to say cheese
She smiled and took my pic.
MOTO
Photo by phOtOSLaVe - click on picture to see web site
Who played a funny trick
When I asked her to say cheese
She smiled and took my pic.
MOTO
Photo by phOtOSLaVe - click on picture to see web site
Batfinch
He's got black wings and yellow feathers.
He's got tan legs and orange beak.
He's got a black hood on the top of his head.
He's batfinch, the crime fighting geek.
He'll watch your house all day long.
He'll peck at criminals and fight them.
Jehovas' Witnesses? ... he'll bite them.
He's batfinch, He's my hero!
Batfinch will watch your car when you nap
So other birds dont leave their cr ... oppings.
All he asks for in return is:
"Dont forget the bird seed when you go shopping!"
MOTO
Photo by MOTO - click on picture to see his flickr web site
He's got tan legs and orange beak.
He's got a black hood on the top of his head.
He's batfinch, the crime fighting geek.
He'll watch your house all day long.
He'll peck at criminals and fight them.
Jehovas' Witnesses? ... he'll bite them.
He's batfinch, He's my hero!
Batfinch will watch your car when you nap
So other birds dont leave their cr ... oppings.
All he asks for in return is:
"Dont forget the bird seed when you go shopping!"
MOTO
Photo by MOTO - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Canadian Bird Chorus
Every year at spingtime
The finches form a chorus
All the birds that like to sing
Gather in the forest.
The warblers sing suprano
The woodpeckers tap the drum
Those that have no talent
Flap their wings and hum.
Finches love to yodel
Its in their ancestry
This year they chose Horace
To lead the revelry.
Twas on the vernal equinox
When night-time equals day
That Horace led the chorus.
He sang yodel eh eh eh?
MOTO
Photo by Dr Photo Moto - click on picture to see his flickr web site
The finches form a chorus
All the birds that like to sing
Gather in the forest.
The warblers sing suprano
The woodpeckers tap the drum
Those that have no talent
Flap their wings and hum.
Finches love to yodel
Its in their ancestry
This year they chose Horace
To lead the revelry.
Twas on the vernal equinox
When night-time equals day
That Horace led the chorus.
He sang yodel eh eh eh?
MOTO
Photo by Dr Photo Moto - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Picky Picky
Fidora Finch is picky.
You know her kind.
All she does is play with her food
Cause she can't make up her mind.
The mice are very happy
That Fidora is this way.
They fill up on the piles of seed
Fidora fritters away.
MOTO
Photo by Photo Moto - click on picture to see his flickr web site
You know her kind.
All she does is play with her food
Cause she can't make up her mind.
The mice are very happy
That Fidora is this way.
They fill up on the piles of seed
Fidora fritters away.
MOTO
Photo by Photo Moto - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Monday, April 14, 2008
Trepadeira vermelha
Flowering Leaf
Flowers are meant to be pretty,
But some aren't made that great.
In most stem supports flower,
But there's one that the leaf ate.
MOTO
Photo by Neu2007 - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Flowers are meant to be pretty,
But some aren't made that great.
In most stem supports flower,
But there's one that the leaf ate.
MOTO
Photo by Neu2007 - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Man Makes Hybrid Fish
Because my kind are a new creation.
We lack Latin apellation.
Speaking Roman is for older chaps,
Like dinosaurs and such as that.
Darwin saw right though it.
The genes that were fit
were ones that saw you through it.
And new is how you do it.
We have a lump on our noggin
That shows we are wise.
Orange rings like irises
Decorate our eyes.
Pink scales and orange cheeks
Lure the pretty girls.
Crunchy teeth in silly head
Help us to get fed.
I can't say fish vobiscum,
Its not in my credo,
I say fish be with you
It's fish for hello.
MOTO
Photo by Rundstedt B. Rovillo - click on picture to see his flickr web site
We lack Latin apellation.
Speaking Roman is for older chaps,
Like dinosaurs and such as that.
Darwin saw right though it.
The genes that were fit
were ones that saw you through it.
And new is how you do it.
We have a lump on our noggin
That shows we are wise.
Orange rings like irises
Decorate our eyes.
Pink scales and orange cheeks
Lure the pretty girls.
Crunchy teeth in silly head
Help us to get fed.
I can't say fish vobiscum,
Its not in my credo,
I say fish be with you
It's fish for hello.
MOTO
Photo by Rundstedt B. Rovillo - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Anglican Rector
Looking into his heart for inspiration,
The taciturn rector beheld the face of God.
Swooning,
He leaned on his lecturn and smiled.
MOTO
Photo by The Cathedral - Click on picture to see flickr web site.
A Branch Perspective
I started life as a branch,
Growing peacfully on a ranch.
Then comes some guy
With a machine on his eye.
He sprayed me with very cold water.
He said things like "Shoot" and "I aught'er"
Next I hear the sound of a shutter.
Oh the things that man did utter.
I guess he was pleased when he finished,
For the Cannon came off of his head.
Next I saw him run to his computer.
And into it a chip he fed.
Now he sits at his desk with no laments.
That picture has millions of compliments.
How says I can it be.
Grass does not grow from a tree.
MOTO
Photo by Soeradjoen - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Growing peacfully on a ranch.
Then comes some guy
With a machine on his eye.
He sprayed me with very cold water.
He said things like "Shoot" and "I aught'er"
Next I hear the sound of a shutter.
Oh the things that man did utter.
I guess he was pleased when he finished,
For the Cannon came off of his head.
Next I saw him run to his computer.
And into it a chip he fed.
Now he sits at his desk with no laments.
That picture has millions of compliments.
How says I can it be.
Grass does not grow from a tree.
MOTO
Photo by Soeradjoen - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Butt on a knife edge
A fly named Rutilia Formosa,
Likes to ride on the edge of a leaf.
"Why not fly," you might just "supposa."
Answer: "Causa she's not supposed ta!"
She's well equipped to ride the mono-rail.
She's got legs galore and marvelous tail.
She's a fly alright but she's shy as a theif,
That horrible little leaf riding beast.
You'll see her buzzing through the canopy.
You'll spot her instantaneously.
Her exoskeleton is shocking green,
Festooned with orange grafitti.
Remember she's shy but do not fear,
You won't surpise the little dear.
She's got compound eyes,
And one in the rear!
MOTO
Photo by radio4 - click on picture to see flickr web site
Likes to ride on the edge of a leaf.
"Why not fly," you might just "supposa."
Answer: "Causa she's not supposed ta!"
She's well equipped to ride the mono-rail.
She's got legs galore and marvelous tail.
She's a fly alright but she's shy as a theif,
That horrible little leaf riding beast.
You'll see her buzzing through the canopy.
You'll spot her instantaneously.
Her exoskeleton is shocking green,
Festooned with orange grafitti.
Remember she's shy but do not fear,
You won't surpise the little dear.
She's got compound eyes,
And one in the rear!
MOTO
Photo by radio4 - click on picture to see flickr web site
The Thousand Eye Stare
Though eager to meet Ms Chimera,
I didn't get past my gate.
I forgot to carry my camera,
That's why this buggo was late.
I think its wise to take care.
Thats why I carry a Cannon.
I photograph who what and where.
You never know what will happen.
I called my consort to be,
And said I'd be there by three.
"You'd better," said she,
"Dont be late."
I found her response unnerving.
Of good manners I felt deserving.
I needed a friend,
She needed a serving.
She called me to try to make up.
She said she was sorry and missed me.
She promised to be ever so nice,
And to prove it she'd kiss me.
When she opened the door I shot her.
The flash must have caused quite some glare,
For she never said "Boo," "Hi," or "Hey There!"
She just gave me that thousand eye stare.
MOTO
Photo by Longint57 - click on picture to see flickr web site
FLY FACE II
My compound eyes are handy.
My proboscus is really a mouth
While some would call me Fly Face the Second
My sir-name is actually "House."
MOTO
Photo by El Cumpa - click on photo to see his flickr web site
Nella's Reviso
I knew a senorita named Nella,
Who liked the sun so swella.
So she cut a hole
In the Panthion's roof,
And cut the utility bella.
MOTO
Photo by Lugh Ri - click on photo to see flickr web site
Bellisima Isabella
A butterfly named Isabella ...
She could not see so swella ...
So she painted rings,
Upon her wings,
Now she thinks her eyes are wella.
MOTO
Photo by Lucianolibe47 - click on photo to see his flickr web site
The Little Pass that Could
To the march comes Mickey Ottawa,
He's fretting but fit to protest.
Come coppers with cuffs and sheleighlas.
Now a press pass he'll gladly show ya.
MOTO
Photo by Mikey G. Ottawa - click on photo to see his flickr web site
He's fretting but fit to protest.
Come coppers with cuffs and sheleighlas.
Now a press pass he'll gladly show ya.
MOTO
Photo by Mikey G. Ottawa - click on photo to see his flickr web site
Ballerina Spider
A tiny spider named Lucy
Loved to dance a two step with Tootsie.
Tootsie died in a garden shower.
Now Lucy dances with flowers.
MOTO
Photo by lucianolibe47 - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Loved to dance a two step with Tootsie.
Tootsie died in a garden shower.
Now Lucy dances with flowers.
MOTO
Photo by lucianolibe47 - click on picture to see his flickr web site
Perfection
I see on close inspection,
That you shot a rose,
And captured perfection.
MOTO
Photo by Janet Sipl - click on picture to see her flickr web site
That you shot a rose,
And captured perfection.
MOTO
Photo by Janet Sipl - click on picture to see her flickr web site
Belle of the Ball
To most she was an ordinary bloom,
A rather pale orchid was she.
White offset cheeks and a laryngeal nose
Covered by a jaunty cap with plume.
Just a plain flower on a brick wall.
Practically no one noticed her at all
Till came Janet with Gaussian Wand.
Now that bloom is the Belle of the Ball.
MOTO
Photo by Janet Sipl - click on picture to see her flickr web site
Tubby Bubby
Poor little Bubby
Was just too chubby.
Those small wings couldn't make him fly.
All day long he sat on a branch,
and waved as his friends flew by.
MOTO
Photo by John&Fish- click on picture to see flickr web site
Was just too chubby.
Those small wings couldn't make him fly.
All day long he sat on a branch,
and waved as his friends flew by.
MOTO
Photo by John&Fish- click on picture to see flickr web site
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