You might end up in travellers despair
Not bringing enough along in the air
With that rumbling faulty fart
The closest garment split apart
In your hand luggage always pack an extra pair
Better safe than sorry, ha de Gött!
The Priest gave me this book
to read in my own time
to find ways to heal
to make odds and ends of life.
It lay there on my desk,
for a long, long time,
then in the book shelf,
finally back to my desk.
Why did I not take the time to read?
Author on the cover looks
confident and trustworthy.
But it was that title.
"There's a lot you don't have to"
I finally challenged the title and has almost finished reading. It’s a really good book on the theme Faith, Time and Love and how to be true to yourself and your time without too many “musts”. The author Tomas Sjödin has been very productive but sad to say I cannot find out if he’s been translated to English.
To read is to discover, ha de Gött!
I have this epic poem to write
about procrastination
…
… tomorrow …
…
Tomorrow is only a day away, ha de Gött!
Yesterday our lips kissed
again and again
today your lips are missed
was it all in vain
my entire inside was full
your strong hand around my neck
drawn together in an enigmatic pull
drawn into you, no holding back
you took my everything
with bubbles and laughter
feeling safe in your arm confident swing
then suddenly I didn't matter
left me for another
your thirst was plenty
set aside without bother
now leaning here feeling empty
Please recycle, ha de Gött!
I took a bus tour to the Northern Ireland on my visit to Dublin. There was several stops where we were herd around like sheep by our friendly shepherd, ehh guide. One stop was the Dark Hedges. Never heard of it but my brain quickly built up a picture, more like this first photo.
This was what it was like. More sheep, ehh, people. More places to go so time was, to say the least, limited. Total stop 20 minutes, 8 minutes to get there from the bus stop. Do the math and there was 4 minutes to get a good picture. Preferably without all the sheep, ehh, people. Eight minutes back to the bus, no time for a pit stop! Let me tell you my bladder is now double size.
Luckily I’m Scandinavian and close to two meters tall. Managed to come away with this last picture.
Only small sips of the water, ha de Gött!
life is shit some say
try standing here all day
this is now my lot
my own destiny full fills
standing on this spot
taking all the spills
seagull chuckles
they say that I’m a noisy pooping bird
honestly I don’t give a turd
This poor guy stands outside the City Hall of Belfast, Northern Ireland. I don’t know who he is or what he done to be immortalised as a statue but the seagulls like him, or do they?
It’s always good to wear a cap by the sea, ha de Gött!
She gave me an angry look when she realised I was taken photos while she was in the bath. I feared that she would call her friends and do the scream and shit fly by.
Thank God for the umbrella, ha de Gött!
I went to the beach today.
Too many layers of clothes to take off.
So I did not go for a swim.
What’s cold or warm is up to you, ha de Gött!
Wonder, if it sinks would it become a Beatles song? Ha de Gött!
It starts already in September
sneaks up on you
when you least expect
you freeze, a shiver down your spine
but there, in the windings of the brain
the deceiving jingling pops up
welcome as zits in a teenage mirror
You try to fight it off, but then
but then in the shop
the frantic wailing from Mariah
all I want for Christmas is youOUOUOUOUOUOUOUOU
it sticks in your poor brain
like chewing gum under your shoe
You flee out the door while trying to keep your lunch
trying to calm down with a nice coffee
only to be punched in the face by
the ultimate torture
last Christmas I gave you my heart
a Wham in your gut
then you know, you have to succumb
to three months of terror
stumbling off, hollow eyes and pale
whistling jingle bells, jingle bells
Let the celebration begin, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 