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Through the forest

Through the forest

The neck hair raised, and a chill found its way down his spine. At the same time he felt two burning dots, from someone watching in the dark. What was that in the corner of his eye? Better not look or it could drag him into the whispering foilage. Keep your eyes to the ground, focus on each step. Breathing hard short breaths as the sweat ran down his chilling spine. Looking up to see the path. What was that? Glowing eyes in the bushes and grinning teeth? Blinded by the joggers headlamp. He was finally safe, or was he……

Boooo, ha de Gött

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Pink Bike

Pink Bike

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!

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Mooring

Mooring

Wonder where the rest of that hawser is? Somewhere out on the seven seas. In storms and lull. Does it know that it left a bit of itself on the dock?

Did a sailor tosse it overboard? Broken and rejected at the bottom of ‘le grand blue’. Hiding place for Barracudas and Mermaids.

Not all questions will get an answer, ha de Gött!

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Around the bend

Around the bend

Around the bend

in the flowing light

a place to mend

in the shadows

a place where things will end

Around the turn of the road

in the bright shining sun

a smile to carry my load

in the shade of falling leaves

is the universe waiting to implode

Stay the course, there’s no turning back. Ha de Gött!

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Awkward

Awkward

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!

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Ferguson

Ferguson

Hello my friends, I’m the friendly grey tractor. A bit ruffed up and corrosion in my paint but still going strong. I go under the nickname Grålle, Gray Horse.

Brum, brum, ha de Gött!

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Autumn Colors

Autumn Colors

What is not to love

with autumn

a crescendo of color

from warm to cold

green grass covered in frost

from lull to storm

birds in formation

navigator set to south

nature smells

of settling down

Life is a cycle, ride on. Ha de Gött!

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Foliage

Foliage

Rays of light sipping through the thick foliage of the Oak and Linden trees.

Ancient rocks covered with soft green moss. Shaped and tossed around by the inland ice, or perhaps by the giant trolls sleeping their thousand year sleep in the hidden caves.

Leaf rustle around my feet as I slowly walk over the old stone fence.

Around me the acorns drop to the ground, or is it the squirrel throwing trying to hit me, tries to scare me off.

The forest is full of mystery, just stop and listen, imagine. Ha de Gött!

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Billy

Billy

Billy was a country boy
had a used up tractor for a toy
oblivious of come what may
with a luscious girl in the hay
life like river twist and turn
ramifications of that yearn
now Billy Junior factor
plays with used up tractor
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Dedicated to Hobbo, ha de Gött!
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Imposter

Imposter

I envy the ones
that never seem to suffer
the imposter syndrome

walks tall, head held high
confident clapping steps
in smart suit corridors

slips away unruffled
casually brushing off
dandruff shoulders

hands never seen 
shoulder deep in cookie jars
the real imposters
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