Archive for snap

“10:50”

Posted in Poem, Snaps with tags , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2010 by lkthayer
10:50
Ten to two
Thirteen fifty
Time standing in equilibrium
There for just one split second
Those strangers melting away forever
This snap was written in stone from birth
Take each tiny second as your last memory
Thoughts embedded deep a time capsule buried
Mitch Hicks – U.K.
© 2010

“Honey”

Posted in Misc., observation, Quote, whatever... with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 12, 2010 by lkthayer

Snap by Thayer…meltedbyspanks.com”

© 2010


“Madeira Under The Vine”

Posted in Snaps with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2010 by lkthayer

Three men escape the hot Madeira midday sun
Away from home and work in heaven having fun
This simple retreat is a world they own
Humble and so relaxed seated on stone
I stumble on their vineyard shack
Jester a hello they smile back
Flat caps beckon me to have a drink
No English is spoken yet they want to know what I think
After a long morning walk I’m happy sharing their shade
Pure simple wine flows from vines planted by spade
I take a snap as my glass is filled with local wine
Magic contentment filters from grapes under the vine
Time capsules buried deep in your mind
Remember strangers can be so kind
Mitch Hicks – U.K.
© 2010

“Detective Fiction”

Posted in Poem, Snaps with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 6, 2010 by lkthayer

My face is on the back cover
My hands grip tightly as I take the snap
Yesterdays hero’s stare at you
Yesterdays detectives uncovered
Today we write the news
Today we eat computer chips
Someone is pegging us out
Someone is watching the detective

Mitch Hicks – U.K.
All Rights Reserved
© 2010

“In Bed With Sheets Of Ice”

Posted in Poem, Snaps with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 5, 2010 by lkthayer

She sleeps in a single bed beneath the frozen canal
Youth long past her by
Trapped in ice she pines in want of a warm double bed
Sensual in mind but invalid in body
Alone and deranged unloved and drowning in fear
They pass her by not wanting to talk
Loneliness is but her only friend
Sleep tight and make love tonight before it’s you..with icy sheets
Mitch Hicks – U.K.
All Rights Reserved

©2010