It’s Friday the 13th (again)

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“Happy Friday the 13th. Satan just texted me, saying, to watch my back…With a winky face.”

It’s Friday the 13th (again)

The tale told below
Was it based on a true story?
Or just pure fiction?

That, my dear reader
Is for the writer to know
And for you to enjoy!

As I arrived in the office, the place seemed more quiet than usual.
At least this early in the morning.
Sitting in my seat, pondering, where everyone else were.

No emails, no calls
No contacts at all
Had I mistaken?
Or too early awoken?
Was this a wrong day?
A Saturday, a Sunday?

Thinking about it, the traffic had been oddly light.
Even though it had been early morning time.

After a few hours of waiting in solitude, people I had never seen, entered the room.
Talking in strange languages, sounding like a record been played back the wrong way.
I was observing them. They did not seem to notice me.

Passing me by
Wondering why
Seemed like a dream
So unreal did it seem

I tried to greet one of them. I kept repeating
Hello, hello, HELLO!

But unnoticed
Even by the closest
Visitor did I go

Getting irritated, I did no longer hesitate.
Jumped in front of the nearest stranger.
I did not feel I was in any danger.
Waved my arms and shouted.
Like a mad person undoubted

But nothing, no nothing stirred the strangers.
As if I wasn’t even there…

Maybe, just maybe
I had turned invisible
Or maybe,
It was all, just a dream

After all
It was Friday the 13th!

Vienna for WWW (two)

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“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination with reality, and instead of thinking of how things may be, see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson

Vienna by Night

When on a walkabout
On the city’s streets at night
Drawn towards the castle lights
Shining ever so bright

The past has its resonance
In the architecture with elegance
You may even glimpse an eminence
Roaming around the residence

Let the feelings of lavish
Your daily routine vanish
And enjoy a sip from a chalice
In the Schönbrunn Palace

Tuesday today is

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“It’s another day of the week, naturally!” Gun Roswell

Tuesday today is

The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)

Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)

Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)

‘Star Trek’ Community, Led By William Shatner And George Takei, Mourns Rene Auberjonois — Deadline

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The Star Trek community has gathered online to mourn Rene Auberjonois, one of the series most-beloved characters in his role as the shape-shifting constable Odo on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. William Shatner, who played Captain James T. Kirk in the original Star Trek and in its film series, tweeted out his condolences. “I have just […]

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Happy Birthday to Dame Judi Dench

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“Dame Judi Dench, Dame Judi Dench, Dame Judi Dench, Dame Judi Dench,,, “

Happy Birthday to Dame Judi Dench

I’m not getting old, I am getting better

I am becoming a classic

Like the fine wine
For a special occasion to dine
Like the little red Corvette
You always wanted as a pet

I am
much better
more wiser
and even smarter
Than ever

Extraordinary woman
Exemplary human
Remarkable personality
Striking beauty

If you challenge me
I will compete with thee
Reach the finish line
Before you have the time
To Say
Wait for me!

Many things I have accomplished
Some of them without compliments
Many more still to come
Before I am done

What’s up next
You ask
Without being hexed
I would like the task
Ruler of the World naturally to follow
But not today,
Maybe tomorrow

Seated under the shade

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“Just because, it’s a seat”

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Seated under the shade

A stroll in the heat of the hottest of summer
Looking, searching, for that perfect place to recover
Taverns and restaurants, all of them are beckoning
A soothing and cold drink, for this utter thirst for lessening

But alas, there is only one place ahead
The one, in the nicest of shades
And there is where I will spend
The rest of this day, until the end

Three times cats 2

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“Cats are about again, on this Saturday” Gun Roswell

Three times cats


Spotter Cat

Standing in its usual corner
That spotter cat is always adorning
The special place by the village entrance
It’s gaze almost a state of trance
As it watches the incoming traffic
Keeping out the unwanted static
Vigilant and ready to pounce
At a moment notice from its stance
Never failing in it’s mission
And at the end of a watchful day
Presents from the residents for it are laid

Vienna for WWW (one)

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“Österreich ist eine kleine Welt,
in der die große ihre Probe hält.”
Friedrich Hebbel

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Space Oddity in Vienna

“This is ground control: Major Tom, please respond: over”

“This is Major Tom: over”

“Major Tom, we have located your space pod: over”

A moment of silence on the receiving end before response:
“Um… Where exactly did you find it: over”

“City of Vienna, Austria: over”

A muffled “oops” is heard from Major Tom’s end:
“O-K, ground control. Um, any chance you could give me a lift there?: over”

“Roger that M T! By the by, we do not seem to be able to track you on the device: over”

“Well, I am kind of in a situation here…” odd noises heard on the background, “What if I just send my coordinates and you can send vehicle, OK? : over”

In the ground control, quick typing can be heard and in the distance, a loud O.M.G.
“Ah, we got your location. Sending extraction right away: over”

“A big thanks, ground control! End transmission”

Back at the ground control, the two officers are staring at the screen where the location of Major Tom is blinking. The other officer turns to look at the other one:

“I can’t believe he actually ended up there…”
“Yeah, me neither”
The officers continue to stare at the blinking screen, both shaking their heads in disbelief…

And what was the location where Major Tom had ended up in?
Well…

The wide of it all

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“The great wide of it all, still the world looks a tad small, don’t ya think?” Gun Roswell

The wide of it all

When on a trip, out there, you know, abroad
Then looking at the great wide of it all
With a pair or set of completely new eyes
Wonders of nature, exotic people, all that I spy
Nothing is boring, as my mind keeps on soaring
Waiting for that next thrill, just around the corner
Maybe I am a little sad, that I wasn’t born here
But then again, I don’t think I would so much time spend
Experiencing the great wide of it all

Two Drops

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“Nature painted with colours, odours and rain” Gun Roswell

Two Drops

In the early morning hours
Before the eternal showers
The soft rain fell
From the skies it came
Landing on a tiny ball
Which alone on the branch stalled
After all
It was that time of the year
When all living things should fear
The utter and total destruction
When nature goes under reconstruction
But the tiny little ball of a berry
Kept hanging on like a cherry
The pebbles of rain
Hanging on to it heavily
Dragging the tiny thing down
All the way, to the closest ground
Leaving it undone
Before the tiny ball of a berry
Too, was ultimately
Gone