Blogging 101: Day Thirteen: Try (Another) Blogging Event

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Blogging 101: Day Thirteen: Try (Another) Blogging Event

It’s time to leave the confines of Blogging U. to seek other opportunities (blopportunities?). From weekly photo challenges to monthly flash-fiction events, blogger-hosted events are fun, free ways to get feedback on your work, build your audience, and make friends.

Today’s task: pick a blogging event from the Community Event Listings (https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/) , and participate in the next round.

 

I found too many interesting ones! And I solemnly swear to try all of them in the near future (fingers crossed) 😛

Writing:
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/dark-side-thursday/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/the-sunday-wrap/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/flash-fiction-for-aspiring-writers/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/poetry-101-rehab/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/just-for-fun-poetry-challenge/

Photo:
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/photo-of-the-week-2/
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/black-white-sunday-photo-challenge/

Combo:
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_event/sunday-photo-fiction/

Check them out!
Go Bloggers!

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I need a Different Tune to Sing to

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“Do more, complain less”

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

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Monday, Bloody Monday

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“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”

Monday, Bloody Monday

Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day

My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing

No use in struggle or fighting 
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment

Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive

Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?

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I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine

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Is that a knife on my back or are you just happy to see me?”

I’ll stab you in the back, if you’ll stab mine

Call it suspicion or plain paranoia
Still not turning my back on ya
Perhaps a lack of trust in a fellow human
But definitely not a friendship in blooming

We come in friendship (shoot to kill)
That kind of kinship, gives you a chill
The pessimist would underline this cliche
And using “trust no one” as a catch phrase

Surely this rant was written in jest
Just something to get off my chest
If there was a lesson to be learnt, then just fine
At least you did not have to read between the lines

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Sisu, Sauna and Koskenkorva (Ode to Finns)

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” 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

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Kippis, Skål, Cheers, Sante, Salud, Prost!

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Kippis, Skål, Cheers, Sante, Salud, Prost!

Happy wishes for the Midsummer
May your celebration be free of bummer
Enjoy the warmth and the sun
May your existence be filled with fun
Time’s a-wasting’, nothing to spare
So raise your glass high up in the air
Because life is supposed to be a ball
Therefore, wishing you one and all
A happy weekend and a great summer!

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Growing Up?

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“Growing old is compulsory, growing up is optional”

Growing Up?

Growing up?

Such a pain in the ass
Can’t I just pass?
Fifty knocking at the door
Oh what a bore
The golden middle age
The wisdom of a sage
But feeling closer to nineteen
Like the proverbial prom queen
Act your age
Usually the phrase
Leaving me wondering
Who are you mothering
I’m not a child
Even though wild

Growing up?

What’s the point
Not even a joint
Or a few
Can cheer you
If you can’t have fun
On the play ground
Beyond fifty one

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Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer

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“At least there is no snow on the ground” Gun Roswell

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer

Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember

So what really happened:

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Ode to my Wellingtons

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“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!

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Glass Half Full or Half Empty

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“If we talk about the glass being half empty or half full, I want to know what does the glass look like from underneath the table?” Brad Thor

Glass Half Full or Half Empty

If you are a pessimist
It is not a pop quiz
Rather a simple truth
You don’t need to be a sleuth
The glass always half empty
Even if drinking plenty
Of Chablis
Oh what a bliss

Being an optimist
No need for an alchemist
The resources plentiful
And the glass always being
At least half full
Even without seeing
Somehow filling
With liquid most thrilling

Mind the realist
The idealist
Always the party animal
Nothing ever minimal
Fun, life or liquid
And will not quit
When served fast
A free glass

What you really need to know
Without a doubt or a show
Is that the secret
To never forget
To say, yes please
Because very easy
Not missing a syllable
The glass is refillable

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