
Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my blues, failing, now continued, in the blue, it is eternal, for us, chosen few.
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Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my blues, failing, now continued, in the blue, it is eternal, for us, chosen few.
“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on, on a Sunday afternoon
The moving, must be forward
In this weather so totally hot
But I need a place to rest for a moment
Before I can continue, this utter torment
So, after searching, for a long, long moment
I found one seat, made out of wood
Maybe, it would not be too hard
Rather, just suitably good
Or then, it might just be too soft, for a fit!
But no matter the surface
I so totally need to rest!

“Iyou wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears” Cesare Pavese
Harbour in Helsinki
The city panorama
Display filled with drama
Well, at least in the words
Of a known Americana!
Ferris wheels, Cranes and such
Sure packed a lot of stuff
And into just one image!
Now all we need to do,
Is to put the ball into the scrimmage
Don’t have a clue?
Well, just follow the mimic
I promise, it’s not a gimmick!
“If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears” Cesare Pavese
Aleksanterinkatu – Helsinki
The fearless leader from Russia
Made such a fuss-ia
Wanted a statue
And a street no less
As a name sake
Oh, we are no fools
And know he was a fake
He had his dues
But I must confess
The names sound kinda cool!
“That golden moment, reflected, in the windows, in the afternoon light – looks like we live in the golden city!” Gun Roswell
Golden moment in the sky
The windows reflecting the light
As the afternoon’s sun is still bright
Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue
Completely irradiating the feeling of blue
A lyrical moment for the mundane grey
The feeling of dull quickly fading away
As the tall towers and the low windows
Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders
Our city now the golden one
Before the illusion comes undone
And we are back to the mundane vision
Of dull surfaces needing revision

Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs” Susan Sontag
Travel to Mallorca
Palma Nova
The sweetest Rosa
Of the island Mallorca
Welcomes
The weary traveler
A world’s passenger
Come
And take a load off
Forget all that scoff
Enjoy the sunny beach
Watch the waves breach
Colourful and vibrant
Like a water hydrant
The little village by the sea
No better place to be


“Not all those who wander are lost” J.R.R. Tolkien
The Journey
Flying across the skies
Waiting for the price
At the end of the station
A promised vacation
The journey taken
Was not a long one
Each morning awoken
To the rays of the sun
Surrounded by history
Shrouded in mystery
Time spent on the beach
Bliss at hands’ reach
Enjoying each day
Life a large buffet
Until it was time
Back home to climb


“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte “But if it’s done really properly, with softness, gold and love, then it is a throne!” Gun Roswell
Seated 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
