sits there alone sobbing in crowded city alone sobbing looking down alone sobbing into the dark alone sobbing black display alone sobbing power is gone sodding
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Sobbing girl
Archive for ‘Poetry’
Photographers muse
Pull you in, like a bee you are drawn.
To their beauty, crave your attention.
Look, see through the lens.
It is here for a short, short time.
Capture the colors with the shutter.
This little flower was a bit difficult to identify. A violet for sure, but there are quite a few. And they are very similar. After some detective work together with my wife, I have concluded it is most likely a Wood Violet (Viola riviniana) also called Dog Violet. You can find it all over Eurasia and in Africa. According to Wikipedia it is the county flower of Lincolnshire, UK. Ha de Gött!
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Enslingen
Shelter, against the wind Savior, from the deep Alone, on bare rock Stubborn, trough time
This little shelter is called “Enslingen”. Translates to “the loner” or “the hermit”. It is built on the bare rock by the waterfront. Not very much information is to be found about this boathouse. I asked my father-in-law and he had a book with some info. I was expecting exiting stories but it was basically on two sentences.
It was built around year 1900 in this place as the bare rock was perfect to dry the large fishing nets. With the help of sun and wind they soon dried up. Now 120 years later it is a resting place for photographers and hikers in this fantastic natural preserve. Ha de Gött!
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Footprints
Untouched sand beach. Only footprints from the seagulls. Looking for something to eat at the waterfront. Washed up oyster shells casting a shadow in the evening light. Sometimes life is places like this.
Ha de Gött!
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Foliage
Unfolding green snort and sneeze CO2 to O itchy red eye soothing shade anti-histamine food and shelter flooding nose
Yes, spring is here. Flowers and nature bursting in nuances of green. Full of fantastic pictures waiting to be taken. If I just could see through my watering eyes. I have an allergy to pollen. Luckily there are H1-blockers. Ha de gött!
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Free
Free like a bird fly where ever you want soaring the winds up high sun kissed wings What, no service on this flight gizzard is empty, scream freedom gone, got to land dump excessive weight on a bald Should have listen take the full coarse attention stopped after taking off now I wish to be caught
The words were just flying around in my head. Perhaps a bit to much whiskey yesterday evening. I think this poem needs a rescue operation! Ha de Gött!
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Surveillance
a giant eye watching the night looking, at you looking, down on you extraterrestrial probing hiding in plain sight
The Moon. Our mysterious neighbor. Scientist say it is a planet and we see craters from meteors crashing to its surface. But, what if…. What if it really is a giant CCTV or an eye? Who, then is watching? Have a good night!
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Gentle and Wild
Ocean so blue and calm. Gentle and still for recreation and fun. Rock you in the rolling waves. Invites to sit and listen to the sound of silence. Only broken by a screaming seagull. A boat passing by. Fishermen out to harvest the rich gifts of the giant blue. Smell the salty breeze, filling your lungs. Fill you with life itself.
There it stands, proud in on a tiny rock. The Väcker lighthouse. Tall to be seen and give ample warning. Lights the way in the night. Green and red. Be sure to choose wisely. Proud to show its rusty scars. Scars from salt splashing winds.
Roaring and wild. Incited by the wind. The howling strong wind. Bashing the waves against everything in its way. Try to stand, and wind will push you down. Splash saltwater in your face. Winds howling, drowns the seagulls screams. Pray that all has found a safe harbor. Give and take. Be sure to show respect.
Just a few days between the pictures. Ha de Gött!
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Hot
In times you are distant and cold. Just stands there like a black orb. Then I open you up. Light you up, turn you on. Set you on fire. Get you flaming hot. Your passion burn my eyes. My skin.
I inhale your every scent. Your flaming smoking hot gases. Gently place the flesh to your burn. It frizzles as it meets your glowing bars. Together we spice things up. Feeding my desire. I love you my little Barbie Que.
Inspired by John Malone and my Aussie friends who has the cute nickname, Barbie for this fantastic cooking device. The grill. Ha de Gött!
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Connected
Strong connected hold friendship don't drift astray attach to something an anchor point
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