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Keys of May

Keys of May

Yellow and golden like the spring sun. The Cowslip (Primula veris) also called common cowslip. The English name does not make it justice but it is often found in ground where cows graze. Think I like the Swedish name Gullviva better. Could be translated into spring gold.

My wife call them keys of may (I don’t really have the heart to tell her that there is a completely different flower with that name) as they starts to bloom in the first days of may. They appear in plenty in the fields around our house. Ha de Gött!

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Free

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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Raven

Raven

It flew past me, real close, form behind. Sounding its characteristic jarring sound right over my head. Even if I almost filled my pants with fear I managed to get this shot.

The large black Raven (Corvus corax) is a mythical bird. It has a very central role in the Vikings mythology. The god Odin (Oden) sends his two ravens Hugin and Munin out in the worlds, both gods (Asgard) and mans (midgard), to gather information for him. It is not only considered holy but also very intelligent. Krax, ha de gött!

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Surveillance

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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Hot

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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Grumpy

Grumpy

The grumpy old mountain ogre. With his stone faced stare. Don’t disturb his peaceful waters. Thinking of the better days, way back when. Discipline and respect when he roamed the world. The stuff he has seen. Doesn’t say much, just a rumble now and then.

One day Mother Earth will let him loose again.

Hope you see him too. Ha de Gött!

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Grief

Grief

Sneaks up 
like a bully
sudden slap
in the neck
think you 
are okay
safe on the 
other side
wet heavy
woolen blanket
gasping for air
a way out
ice pulling 
feet away
band aid time
stop the pain
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Fish fry

Fish fry

Fish fry shoal looking for food under the jetty. No adult fish to show them the ropes. With nothing more than what’s coded in their DNA they have to find food. Steer away from bigger fish and birds trying to eat them. If the grow up someone might catch them and fry them.

Ha de Gött!

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