why was it
he invented dynamite
and then
in regret instigated a prize
for literature and peace
how could he forget
to name a prize
for Christmas present rhyme
Some things are just prize less, ha de Gött!
It was a rock’ n’ Roll weekend. Both smoke on the water and fire in the sky. Come on, you all know the famous riff. Let’s go!
We all went down to Grebbestad On the sea Skagerrak shore line To take pictures with the camera, yeah We didn't have much time now King Frost and the Ice Queens Were at the best place around But our sun put up it's flare gun Burned the sky to red inferno Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky Smoke on the water, you guys are great
Air guitar, everybody. Yeah, ha de Gött!
I must be an optimist. Left early from work, thinking I could get some cool storm pictures before dark. The hope was that there would be an opening with rays of light in the thick clouds before sunset.
Normally there is a 25 minutes drive home, but today! All slow traffic possible was out on the roads. Swedish is a language rich of curses and swear words so after 45 minutes I think I had them all covered. Finally got home, changed clothes and grabbed my camera. Got in the car for the normally, five minutes drive to the nature preserve. Guess what! Slow traffic had all decided this was the road to drive down. They even stopped in the middle of the road for a nice chat with the oncoming slow traffic. I know some swear words in Finnish and Norwegian, so I used them also.
Now there was only a ten minutes walk to the roaring sea. Nope! After a week of rain the paths were flooded and muddy. The smooth rocks was like soaped bathtubs. Light was now fading fast as the, wished for, opening in the clouds turned into a closing. I managed to get one, yes one, decent shot and then it was lights out. Still I managed to get back to the car, without falling into the mud or break any bones slipping around on the soapy rocks.
Exercise is good for you, ha de Gött!
Götaplatsen and Kungsportsavenyn, Göteborg in Saturday evening light. The statue of the Greek god Poseidon by Carl Milles has been a landmark and symbol of Göteborg since 1931. He stands there, no shame, naked with his fish at the end of Kungsportsavenyn. The avenue stretches down to the place that was the Kings Gate when the city was a fortress.
Poseidon, where he stands in his little pond and splashes water, is surrounded by culture. Art museums, concert halls, theatre’s, night clubs and the city library. The statue is one of the few landmarks that has no nickname from the humoristic residents of Göteborg.
A true God after ninety years of skinny dipping, ha de Gött!
Don’t know if this is an art installation or if someone just felt that life is upside down, locked the bike and walked away. A mystery worthy of inspector Clouseau.
Da, tada, tadatada, you know the tune, ha de Gött!
awkward situations, eyes moving like pinballs
discomfort, bubbling laughter in the elevator
mystery, who done it
some countries has melodies playing
to drown the rear end fanfare
stealth smelling or loud like thunder
don’t say the words, blush and giggle
don’t keep it in, let it all out
you must, it’s a law of nature
Don’t be shy, let the trumpet sound, ha de Gött!
Once so silky and smooth
soft as mothers caress
pinched by lady in blue hair
As voice got dark
nature made its remark
a sandpaper like texture
This ancestors heritage
I wish I could escape
these cheeks like an ape
I know it’s not a big thing but I really hate shaving, ha de Gött!
Thought I wouldn’t put up a blog today
Didn’t really have anything to say
It would be silent as a log
Today on my little blog
But words kept poppin’ out, okay
So here it is anyway
Just do it, ha de Gött!
Want it, got to have it!
That young hot wife to drive off with, in that shiny red sports car. Hair flying in the speed wind.
That brand new phone, backside covered in camera lenses. Join the click party of the happy fit people.
That endless holiday, far stretched tropical white sand beach. Beer served by minimalistic dressed waitresses.
That top management job, private jet to close those big deals. Bank account flooding over by the minute.
That stare from the nightclub queue, sweeping passed. Arms wrapped around curves.
Need, not much.
To live, love and be loved, a family to hug.
Friends, beer, a laugh. Music and a bite to eat.
Don’t cross the stream to get water, ha de Gött!
Love and marriage, go together like a horse and carriage
So they sing the tune
They lived happily ever after
So ended the tale
Rings, a car, children, a house, a mortgage, piles of bills
Love concur all, so the Bible says
But the sinister question, that can end it all
Honey, do I look fat in this?
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