In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Angular.”
Tag: Daily Post
From WordPress for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Oh, the Irony: “In everyday language, we now use “irony” as a synonym for snark or sarcasm (or, sometimes, for unusually bad luck). xxx In this week’s challenge, I’d like to invite you to write a post built around an ironic moment. You could recount a scene in which what you said was the opposite of what you meant. You could tell a story in which one of the people involved is entirely unaware of the motivations of everyone else. Or address your post to another person, letting us — your readers — infer the real, very different message between the lines.xxx” at:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/oh-the-irony/
my post on “irony”. ironically, the irony is always lost on those think their reign is iron-clad
The Wonder of Plunder
One day you have the Palace and the Senate
Next day you have a prison and a sentence
One day you’re hosting a ball —
Next day you’re posting your bail.
One day you’re flying and jetsetting
Next day you want to be jettisoned
One day you’re creme de la creme —
Next day you’re cream of your crime.
Such is life, really?, what a wonder
Life is bittersweet, seriously?, your time means plunder
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this is a reworked version of an earlier post
thanks, WordPress, for being my host.
Photo by Myra Lambino, looking at New York City from the Empire State
for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Descent
inspired by a Paul Simon song:
(uploaded non-commercially for academic purposes)
Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right
I’m just weary to my bones
Still, you don’t expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home
I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
Oh, but it’s all right, it’s all right
For lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
We’re traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
– Paul Simon
