There was a warm light breeze
I sat there thinking
why good times never, last a bit longer
the fish had gone
taken an afternoon nap
sleeping it off, in the soft bottom clay
sail past me, silently
in the soft summer wind
the last day, of summer
Best things in life are free, ha de Gött!
Try something clever to write, to the point.
But imagination was lost, frozen.
Ha de Gött!
Barbwire covered in snow
Like cold facts, tucked in cotton
Still hurts, even if, you can’t see it
Takes thick skin to drive change, ha de Gött!
They said I was getting too hot, blowing my fuses
Don’t make such fuzz, just go with the buzz
All winter sleep it off, hibernate
I was getting worked up, would not take more abuses
Fake news, just a bunch of lies to uz
There’s no winter, I will debate
Challenge, but don’t be foolish, ha de Gött!
Never give in or budge. Go to the top.
Can’t beat them, join them. Move or get passed over.
Solid as a rock. Firmly stand ground.
Now linked together as one. Still stand when you fall.
Up or down, all is intertwined, 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!
City reflections. Gates of shiny steel and glass.
Doors to fine arts. Symphonies by strictly dressed musicians.
Stroke of strings under soft chin. The Artist of the orchestra.
Art reflections. Gates of shiny steel and glass.
Doors to rough reality. Cacophony by the vibrant city.
Everyday walking by, a motley crew. The Artists of life.
This is really the doors to the Göteborg Stadsteater, Gothenburg Theater, but the doors to the Concert Hall opposite the plaza are not so photogenic. Artistic freedom, 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?
All I want for Christmas……..
Someone been very creative in the boathouse.
Wonder what the old fisherman wish for with his longing stare into the distance.
Maybe he wishes that his wife will not learn about all girls he has in every port.
Could be he wish that there, for once, were some tobacco in the pipe.
A more practical wish to be able to fix that hole in the boat.
My guess is that he simply wish that Santa to stop tormenting that accordion!
Just remember that if you smoke, Krampus will come instead of Santa! Ha de Gött!
Lines in the sky. Airlines. There in the skyline, high flying.
Commercial airline race. Line up in the blue haze.
Underlining our freedom. People connecting white lines.
Smoke lines to adventure. Draw the line till she choke.
There’s always two sides to a coin, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 