Monthly Archives: September 2014

Cramping One’s Style Really Awfully!

Posted on September 30, 2014 by colonialist

Stop Sweetly Suffering in Salts!   I love to binge on condensed milk – The best part of a tin – The taste so sweet, the texture silk; But suffer for this sin.  I have discovered when I thus In … Continue reading →

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime: Delights Over the Ocean

Posted on September 28, 2014 by colonialist

(These stills for the Nighttime challenge are from a video camera on zoom.) © Colonialist September 2014 (WordPress)

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‘Editification’ and delight – The Goddess of the Devil

Posted on September 25, 2014 by colonialist

Here is a Reblog from my writing, composing and editing site: Most writers tend to want their editors to remain, if not invisible, at least fairly well-hidden. Some, but not all, do give an acknowledgement in the front matter. Some … Continue reading →

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The Game’s Afoot!

Posted on September 24, 2014 by colonialist

    Wif Wordless Wednesday and Weekly Pet Challenge; a rather cute one of R and Peta (Peter-until-she-laid-an-egg) out of my archives, found while hunting pictures out for an album Younger Daughter is compiling:  

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Ups and Downs of the Really Awfullest

Posted on September 16, 2014 by colonialist

But first a spawntaneous Wordless Wednesday contribution:     And now: UPS AND DOWNS The English are most awful clowns Who do not know their ups from downs; When up to mischief, or no good, Low-down behaviour’s what they would … Continue reading →

Posted in Colonialist, verse, writing, music composition, fantasy, Africa, journal., Humour, Language, Personal Journal, Poems, Really Awful Rhyme, Weekly Photo Challenge, Wordplay | Tagged , , , | 23 Comments

Really Awful Humanity

Posted on September 13, 2014 by colonialist

For the Weekly Photo Challenge, we have: Humanity.     It takes all sorts, or takes all kinds, To make a world, is what one finds; But then, there is a kind of sort Which, to exist, just didn’t ought. … Continue reading →

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Trilingual six word story challenge – DIY

Posted on September 11, 2014 by colonialist

DOLDRIEST has set the topic as DIY for her latest ultra-flash-fiction challenge, which requires a six-word story supported by a picture.  I am doing my story in Dutch, Afrikaans and English.  (The picture speaks all of them.) Lage muur hoger; … Continue reading →

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(Inadvertently untitled) Of cool pix, editing and Elgar.

Posted on September 10, 2014 by colonialist

Something which caused me great sorrow was when my Nikon Coolpix, bought on a visit to the UK, suddenly started featuring pubs … er, bars … across every picture.  I was particularly fond of it because of the extreme battery … Continue reading →

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Mainly from Oz these Really Awful Creatures Woz

Posted on September 7, 2014 by colonialist

PUN ALERT!* If pandas emanate from  panda-monium, And panderingly sing with  a euphonium, Emus-ingly, while emus  emu-late them too In voices that would truly  make a kanga rue The hearing of it; how, then,  could Koala Bear To ko-al’a way … Continue reading →

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Liver Bit Dangerously – a Really Awful Laugh!

Posted on September 4, 2014 by colonialist

  When hyenas near to a river Do a ‘Stand and de-liver’, then, To tear your guts and eat your liver, They’d be acting as highwaymen?   After that, if thirst overcame them – Salty livers for this one would … Continue reading →

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