“In every woman there is a Queen. Speak to the Queen and the Queen will answer” Norwegian Proverb
Wonder Women
Feminism?
Never mind the ‘ism’
I’m in it for the idealism
Girl power
Female power
Human power
Heroins
Of different eras
Those afraid
May call you chimeras
Hell raisers
Trailblazers
Your wisdom and insight
Carrying the plight
For those
Who could not fight
Women of power
Hardly the cowards
Quite the women
Of wonder
Posted in Celebration /Mother’s Day
“God could not be everywhere,
and therefore he made mothers”
Rudyard Kipling
Mother of the Day
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
Posted in celebration of Midsummer and homage to Finns
Midsummer may not be a religious holiday, but it surely is a religion for us Finns 😉
” When in Rome, do as the Romans do”
(Or in this case Helsinki, Oulu, Rovaniemi, Turku, Tampere, Porvoo or basically any Finnish town or village!!!)
Sisu, Sauna and Koskenkorva (Ode to Finns)
Finns, what a nationality
We have quite the ability
To enjoy ourselves
With life’s simple little things
Sauna, heated to at least eighty degrees
Surely hot enough to melt any cheese
Beating each other with branches of birch
Almost as purifying as absolution in a church
Sisu, the spunk, guts and percistence
We have plenty of through out our existance
Rally drivers, Nokia, Linux and the rest
We only deliver the best
Koskenkorva, pure spirit made out of barley
After drinking, don’t ride your Harley
The Swedes may prefer their Vodka
But for the Finns, it’s pure dogma
We have lakes and forrests in abundance
So please come and join us
For a visit in the green of nature
It won’t leave you denatured
Posted in Humour/ Daily Incidents / Poetry /SL-WEEK 42 Car
“Good things come in small sizes”
Ode to My Little Car
It was a tiny little thing
Not the prettiest of the lot
The name had a soft ring
Almost like a plot
Fiesta…
Siesta…
Round and round in paces
Could see the look on others faces
‘Surely that is not the car to buy’
‘To her money she would kiss goodbye’
Trying it on for size I did
Smiling like a little kid
Spite what others may have though
This car was surely bought
It wasn’t quite what expected
Less is not more, had to respect it
Tempted by a car with muscle
The salesman tried to hustle
Something made me turn to look
The little car had gotten me hooked
Back and forth I went
Trying not to get bent
It was calling me I could hear
Trying hard not to get near
But
Fear not
Reason won in the end
After all
The muscle car was too tall
And lets face it
I got hitched
The tiny car was kin
All is well in the end
Lesson learned: Think big, buy small!
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“I may be an optimist, but I always pack my wellies”
Ode to my Wellingtons
You beautiful lovelies
My sweet red Wellingtons
Luckily I wasn’t swayed
By those tempting sandals
I would have been betrayed
When the rain came pouring down
Hopeless without my crown
Puddles all over the ground
No safe harbour to be found
Taking a small step
Anticipating the get wet
But to my surprise
You saved my life!
Posted in Humour, Daily Incidents, Poetry
“Good things come in small sizes”
Ode to My Little Car
It was a tiny little thing
Not the prettiest of the lot
The name had a soft ring
Almost like a plot
Fiesta…
Siesta…
Round and round in paces
Could see the look on others faces
‘Surely that is not the car to buy’
‘To her money she would kiss goodbye’
Trying it on for size I did
Smiling like a little kid
Spite what others may have though
This car was surely bought
It wasn’t quite what expected
Less is not more, had to respect it
Tempted by a car with muscle
The salesman tried to hustle
Something made me turn to look
The little car had gotten me hooked
Back and forth I went
Trying not to get bent
It was calling me I could hear
Trying hard not to get near
But
Fear not
Reason won in the end
After all
The muscle car was too tall
And lets face it
I got hitched
The tiny car was kin
All is well in the end
Lesson learned: Think big, buy small!
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
” When in Rome, do as the Romans do”
Sisu, Sauna and Koskenkorva (Ode to Finns)
Finns, what a nationality
We have quite the ability
To enjoy ourselves
With life’s simple little things
Sauna, heated to at least eighty degrees
Surely hot enough to melt any cheese
Beating each other with branches of birch
Almost as purifying as absolution in a church
Sisu, the spunk, guts and percistence
We have plenty of through out our existance
Rally drivers, Nokia, Linux and the rest
We only deliver the best
Koskenkorva, pure spirit made out of barley
After drinking, don’t ride your Harley
The Swedes may prefer their Vodka
But for the Finns, it’s pure dogma
We have lakes and forrests in abundance
So please come and join us
For a visit in the green of nature
It won’t leave you denatured
“It is curious how often humans manage to obtain that which they do not want” Mr Spock
Highly Illogical
I find You
Absolutely fascinating
Extremely interesting
Utterly charming
Highly intriguing
Totally captivating
I am
Spellbound and transfixed
By all certainty, bewitched
Wrapped around Your little finger
If I could, I would linger
I am only
Admiring You
From a distance
Still with persistence
But slightly askew
If
An instance
Would arise
It would be
My greatest price
Up close and personally
Give my thanks, my gratitude most cordially
Yet
I find myself
Highly illogical
A homage to bedpans everywhere!
“A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running” Groucho Marx
Ode to Bedpans
When you are
Down and out
Then just give
A small shout
Soon enough
Before things get tough
The nice nurses
Will come a running
In their purses
Carrying the plumbing
And without a doubt
Ease your pout
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Don’t make a spectacle of yourself”
Black and Pink
Vision so clear
I can not fear
If I ever lost them
To a whirlwind
Would I be sent
Like a second skin
Through thick and thin
As thick as thieves
My spectacles and me
As far as I can see
Rantings Of A Third Kind 