Sunday Weather

Posted in Simply Poetry
“Sunday’s are full of surprises” Gun Roswell
 
Sunday weather
 
A surprise
Waiting in the skies
Grey clouds forming
Soon, to be storming
Tiny triplets of water
Splashing down
Onto the driest of grounds
What a lovely sound
Finally, life
After such a long strife
Now dancing
Outside glancing
What could be more wonderful
Than water
And buckets full

Mr Diesel’s Adventures for Caturday, part 8

Posted in Caturday

Caturday presents the honorary cat Mr Diesel and his adventures

Mr Diesel’s Adventures for Caturday

“Dogs are like kids. Cats are like roommates.”
― Oliver Gaspirtz, A Treasury of Pet Humor

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Hiding

I feel shy today
Alone in this place
They made me stay

So just read my face
It’s clearly splayed
I won’t be swayed
To stay in this place
One more day!

On a Slow Road to Hell on a Freaky Friday

Posted in Freaky Friday

“Going to hell, in a handbasket”

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On a Slow Road to Hell

Loosing all sense of colour
No use in a loud holler
All shades of grey are fading
The perfect picture slowly degrading
Turning to black and white
Really, there was no fight

Life passing by in slow motion
Reminiscent of an old silent film
But with less commotion

Standing here
Where the line used to be
Then, drawn in sand
Facing what I feared
A wall of concrete
Now complete
Wondering,
Who’s got the upper hand

A note of some kind
Almost rendered me blind
In proud bold letters,
A big ass sign

“TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT!”

I need a Different Tune to Sing to in TBT

Posted in the Throwback Thursday 

“Do more, complain less”

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I need a Different Tune to Sing to

Repeat this mantra and you’ll soon believe it
Turning into a complete little shit
“My head is empty, my head is empty, my head is empty,
completely and abso-freaking-lutely empty”

Not one sensible thought passing through
The mind no longer sharp and clever
The neurons and positrons or what ever
Have turned into some kind of inert goo

Head spinning around like being possessed
Just like Linda Blair in the Exorcist
The thought pattern repeating those same old tunes
Feels like running on mere fumes

Stuck and totally out of luck
Like a sitting duck awaiting the slayer
Or a broken needle on a record player
Not adding any new layers

Complaining more and nothing gets done
Seems the mojo is lost and so is all the fun
It is time to change the needle or the record
Even if it takes a lot of effort

Repeating this mantra and soon you will believe
The best proven remedy to achieve
Is to do more and complain less
And in a new tune singing your way out of this mess

Porvoo Old Town for World Wide Wednesday, Part One

Posted in World Wide Wednesday

“He travels the fastest who travels alone” Rudyard Kipling

Porvoo, Finland

Colourful old buildings
Even graffiti for the chilling
Some of them may be tilting
Life nothing if not thrilling

 

Colours in Mundane Monday

Posted in Mundane Monday 

“Life tends to be an accumulation of a lot of mundane decisions, which often gets ignored” David Byrne

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Colours

A work of art?
Or something smart?
A splash of colour
Will leave you wonder
What is beyond there?
A work of art
Or something,
Even more smart?

A Seat in Cyprus for Seat Sunday

Posted in Seat Sunday

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

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A Seat in Cyprus

A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin

Mr Diesel’s Adventures for Caturday, part 7

Posted in Caturday

Caturday presents the honorary cat Mr Diesel and his adventures

Mr Diesel’s Adventures for Caturday

“Dogs are like kids. Cats are like roommates.”
― Oliver Gaspirtz, A Treasury of Pet Humor

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Boss Face

I am your boss
And I don’t give a toss
If you care to floss
After eaten the sauce

Birds for Fav Foto Friday

Posted in Fav Foto Friday

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

Birds

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…

Happy 73rd Birthday to Dame Helen Mirren

Posted in Celebration/Fandom

“I was never that kind of star. I was never cast because I was gorgeous” Helen Mirren

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Dame Helen Mirren

The star of everything that matters
Stating this not just for the sake of flatters
The Queen, the Chief Inspector, a tart
Playing them all with very much smart

She is definitely not a prude
When prancing in the nude
Not afraid to speak her mind
Even if it meant to be a little unkind

A naughty word here and there
To make her point, if you weren’t clear
Pure perfection of talent and beauty
Always with the sense of duty

A rose by any other name
Let’s all hail to our Dame:
Happy 73rd birthday!