Two of geese a-walking

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“The birds are taking over the world, just like in that movie! Hey, that is just fine!” Gun Roswell

Two of geese a-walking

On the eleventh day of May
What comes suddenly my way?
Two geese a-walking
And their really slowly walking
I am thinking they are stalking
But I try to ignore them
As I am quietly walking
Into my phone I am talking
But I fear they’re still walking
And at me they’re really gawking
I am getting nervous
This song is not so funny
And it’s not even x-mas
Please I try to hurry
And not much to worry
Then i start up running
Are they still me following?
In self-pity and doubt I’m wallowing
Are they going to kill me
Am I going to be their dinner
But I don’’t eat meat
So it’s not a good defeat
I can clearly see it
Just some bones soon left
Then I run even faster
Maybe try to out last ‘em
Now this road is ending
No more time for me spending
On this stupid poem
Which turned out to be a song
With the two of birds
Birds of something something
Of the two geese a walking

Mother

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“God could not be everywhere,
and therefore he made mothers”
Rudyard Kipling

Mother

A Mother is pretty
A Mother is witty
A Mother is sometimes shitty

A Mother is all knowing
A Mother is easy going
A Mother is exploding

A Mother is loving
A Mother is giving
A Mother is bluffing

A Mother is organized
A Mother is stylized
A Mother is sometimes unwise

A Mother is, simply my Mother

One cat with a flare

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“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

One cat with a flare

Nonchalant

I don’t care

If you sit there and stare

I don’t care

My time has no spare

I don’t care

I know I got the flare

I don’t care

For I am more important

Than anyone there

Porvoo old town and surroundings 3

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“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho

Porvoo old town and surroundings 3

The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo

Porvoo old town and surroundings 2

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“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho

Porvoo old town and surroundings 2

The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo

Porvoo old town and surroundings 1

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“I’d like to be able to travel anywhere in an instant” Jason Behr

Porvoo old town and surroundings 1

The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo

Listen to the poll
And take little stroll
Pick up a doll
And do a little dance
Take a chance
On the wide expanse
Of the historic streets
Of Porvoo

A Seat at the Railway Museum

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A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte

A Seat at the Railway Museum

While doing historic exploration
Looking at the human creation
Ending up, on an old railway station
Abandoned, by a foolish nation
But built as a lasting location
A railway museum for the duration
Take a seat and join the celebration

Cats and, Dogs

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Cats and, Dogs

Cats and, Dogs
Put them in a box
What secrets untold
Before you unfold
When the box is opened
Only keep hoping
There is no other agenda
Are they friends or enemies
Or just plain frenemies
That is the age old dilemma
Of Cats with Dogs

Out there, into the Wilderness

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“To put it rather bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel” Fran Lebowitz

Out there, into the Wilderness

Urban nature
What a wild creature
Concrete, asphalt
Dog poop on the sidewalk
Grass may look green
But everyone has seen
It was spray painted
To keep it untainted
And just as a feature

Nothing quite like
The smell of petroleum
In the early morning
When riding that bike
Or taking a hike
Though fair warning
Try to avoid stepping
Onto the tossed wrapping
Made of aluminium

Reaching the heavy trafficked streets
Listening to the musical feats
Of the car horn section on the right
The jackhammers creating the beats
People shouting in chorus
Day feeling more bright
Like your name was Doris
Crossing the street at red light
Just for fun not out of spite

Come late evening
Walking through the darkened park
The streetlights broken
Someone a lurking
Deep in the bushes
Not at sea, so at least no sharks
Your pace fastening
Trying to be cunning
Then almost running

Finally arriving
To the safe haven
Entering the doorway
You realize you’re not in Norway
From the lack of pine trees
Rather the sweet smell of pee
Greeting you, making you sneeze
Not the perfume of choice
But it could be worse?

Wandering around in Tallinn

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“I thought this place was more old school, but it’s actually quite modern, at least in someways” Gun Roswell

Wandering around in Tallinn 

Narrow alleyways
And painted windows
The old town is full of
Perfect hideaways

A church from the past
Should be quite the blast
It was built to last
Alas
It may be run down
But hey, this is the old town!

Driving a Lada car
Will probably not get you very far
But most likely
To the nearest bar
Where you are always, the star!