83. NO MAGIC 3.10.15

October 3, 2015 - One Response


It’s so tragic

I have no touch of magic

So I can’t fly

And I cannot die

When I want to pass away

Just have to wait for the black day.


October 3, 2015 - One Response



My favourite books

Are magic tales

They never fail

Nils Holgersson

Or the sly Karlsson

The great Witch on the broom

And the Flying Class-Room.

CANDLES 1.10.15

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October comes with long nights

And you need some light.

81. MRS HYPOCRISY 30.9.15

September 30, 2015 - One Response

30.9.15 z tkls
The old landlady has no harsh words
For aggressive migrant ords.
False grimaces on her wrinkled face
Reflect a serious mental case,
The sweet slogans and ads
Sound tragic and sad.
The few defenders of hers meet no support.
It seems that truth is dead and mort.
Welcome, the wild “refugees”,
No obligations for you, no fees.


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Hi, strangers in the street

Both the clumsy and the neat

How is your day?

Tell me, please, say.

Passing by they only nod

Does that mean yes or not?

I wish them all the best

Good health, and all the rest

I feel so happy seeing the crowded street

With humans, clumsy and neat.


79. THE REAL HERO 24.9.15

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Greatest of all heroes is Nature

Courageous, just and brave

With unsurpasable stature

But we want to turn Her into slave.

Nature loves us dearly

Demonstrating Her love clearly

She is so devoted and caring

Tender and loving.

The real hero is Nature, I say

And for Her I always pray.


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On high heels:

That’s a great deal.

I feel like great dame

Full with beauty and fame

78. OLD SONG 21.9.15

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21.9.15 In lupiina
Weeping in my pillow
Like a stupid fool
Rain and the old willow
Crying bitterly,too.

77. DREAMLAND 20.9.15

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castleAh, blessed Dreamland

With blue sky and white towers

Bathing in fresh air and mild showers

Resting on golden sand

Hidden from strange eyes

And evil minds

Of all types and kinds

Enjoying private sunsets and sunrise.

76. WHAT I MISS 19.9.15

September 19, 2015 - One Response

19.9.15c in wind

I miss my sweet childhood

When life was bright

And full with light

When all the world seemed nice and good.

BOOKWORM 16.9.15

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the-book-wormThe Sun, rain or storm

I love my books

So it looks

Because I am the bookworm!

75. MY INTERVIEW 16.9.15

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  • 15.9.15maple
  • Hello, is Mr Autumn there?
  • Yes, I listen, I hear.
  • Will your colours be beautiful again?
  • Yes, if there won’t be too much rain.
  • Will you be kind, please?
  • Yes, I will love you and tease.

74. CAUGHT 14.9.15

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14.9.15c.Caught red-handed

You feel like a ship, stranded,

To be driven into the corner of the room,

Or maybe as a mouse under a broom?

LOST 10.9.15

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I was lost

On my master’s way

To the golden days

And that costs…

That’s a dear thing

Full of betrayal

And denial

And everything.

73. OUR LAST TALK 8.9.15

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We talked about nothing

By phone

In undertones

We talked about everything.

72.OLD PLACES 7.9.15

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7.9.15y by very hw

Sunlit and large in the past,

Crowded and noisy, alive.

Nowadays so desolated and deprived…

Nothing in this world lasts.

71. MONA LISA, HI 6.9.15

September 6, 2015 - One Response

MONA LISA LOUVRE 2009Give me the keys

Of your heart, please.

And then let’s go forth

to the very North –

You my Queen and me Your King.

Yours for ever, Sven Viking.

70. RECIPE 4.9.15

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1.1.15 candle
Recipe for bad mood?
Maybe a crazy adventure,
Full with risk and venture?
Or just some good food?
A candle lit at night?
Delicious cake and ale
Might help, or fail,
Nevertheless, bring some hope and light.


September 2, 2015 - Leave a Response


Dear September

Where is the sun

Where is all fun?

You look like November!

69. SILLY SPORTS 2.9.15

September 2, 2015 - One Response


Some sports

Are worse than bad

And that’s sadder than sad

They just distort…

The human essence

Drawing a sharp line

As a serious sign

Of human absence.


September 2, 2015 - Leave a Response


Good-bye, my love, farewell

I must go away

But was unable to say…

Simply couldn’t tell.

I don’t know where to go

I fell like a vagrant

Who can never grant

A clear YES or NO.

68. WIKIPEDIA 31.8.15

August 31, 2015 - One Response


A random article

At Wikipedia

The Free Encyclopedia

Is a smaller or bigger particle

Doubtful or precise

Not always reliable

But handy, that’s undeniable,

And, sometimes, really wise.

67. MY DOLLHOUSE 30.8.15

August 30, 2015 - One Response


My name is Barbie-Polly

I have a house of my own

And lots of nice gowns

And I love the strawberry lolly.

My little palace is wonderful

I am fond of it indeed

And I love to read

To be both clever and beautiful.

But my house is my prison

I am attached to it

Must sleep there, or sit

Will I lose there my reason?

66. HI LLUCKYBIRD 29.8.15

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Hi Lluckybird how are you

How do you do.

Hi my old mate

Let’s meet by Tate.

Let’s talk about the old days

Our adventures and ways.

65. A TELEPHONE CALL 29.8.15

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29.8.15 c vI had a long call recently

Such things don’t  happen to me frequently

The call was from abroad, a business talking

And I was by my garden, walking

It seems I dropped the ball

During that unexpected call

No result, nothing,

No email, no other ring.

64. NEW SONG 28.8.15

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The Beatles cry: HELP

And I scream with them and yelp.

Where is my yellow submarine

Who will help me?

Norwegian wood stretches all around

From the sky to the very ground.

Ah, Girl, Girl,

My sweet Michelle

Ah, you are a boy (sorry, I forgot)

My memory need help a lot.

63. PEPPER AND SPICE 28.8.15

August 28, 2015 - One Response


Pepper and spice,

Pasta, cary, or rice

With black beans. Nice!

62. MISTAKES 28.8.15

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Mistakes, both big and small

May have effects, yes, all.

Slip up, miss or overlook

And you must pay and re-book.

61. GO AWAY! 28.8.15

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When two parties are into a quarrel and rude

Don’t interfere, and don’t intrude

Better turn and go away

And don’t spoil your day!

60. FRAGILE 27.8.15

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www.pinterest.comDelicate, daintly, and vulnerable

Beautiful, nice and adorable

Suffering from carelessness,

Malignance and wickedness…

The plants, flowers, and trees

The rivers, lakes and seas

And human beings

With broken hearts and  feelings…


August 26, 2015 - Leave a Response


Walking around

I don’t like strange sounds

So I put my headphones and walk

And hear neither noise nor talk.

The crowd waves beside me like the sea,

And I can softly dream about you and me.

59. REFRESHED 26.8.15

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26.8.15 PA LOGU

No rain for ages

Some weeks at least

And driven by rage

You start grinding your teeth like a beast

Being unable to water your flowers…

Thanks God, yesterday night you  had a long shower

And the world seems refreshed

Not so tired and depressed.


August 26, 2015 - Leave a Response


Autumn arrives with darkness

And you feel scared – more or less –

Well, summer heat in August is a bit tiresome

So your heart waits for September to come

Meanwhile a looong, bleak season looms ahead

Perhaps better to be dead?

57. YOUR ALARM CLOCK 25.8.15

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It’s six in the morning:

Your alarm clock is screaming

A greyish dull day knocking at your door

Promising boring hours and nothing more

Your office is waiting for you

For you and your colleagues, too

Your alarm clock will triumph again

As you leave, in sleet or rain,

And a crowded tube will carry you away

Towards a senseless, bleak day…


August 24, 2015 - Leave a Response

24.8.15bd1A horrible drought

Who would have thought

Or expected such glow

So many days in a row…

My white dahlia at the picture smiles, anyway,

Making a great day

In spite of the terrible heat

At the portrait it looks lovely and neat…

I admire my dahlia’s love of life

And don’t see the slightest sign of strife.

Life is beautiful

And unbelievably plentiful.

55. HOLDING HANDS.23.8.15

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One great day in September

Holding hands with my dearest one,

Standing under a hot sun

With gladioli for my first teacher…

Well, I see clearly every feature

Of my very first day at school.

Gosh, that was really cool!

54. DEAR DIARY. 23.8.15

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23.8.15skyDear Diary, my comrade-of-arms

In peaceful hours, and alarms,

My truthful friend and mate,

Reliable, at any rate,

Always helpful,

Welcome and thankful

For every word and phrase,

Never wanting to erase

anything…  though my old laptop

Loved to delete, and crop.

Nevertheless, I didn’t mind

And found another kind

Of tools, and a new way

For fixing my humble day.


August 22, 2015 - Leave a Response

imagesBlack and white

Strict as day and night

Old movie, nice and dear,

Brings you to tears.

The past and present times live side by side

And you can neither flee nor hide

Yesterday seems as real as today

And they meet for a while

You can only smile, with tears in your eyes…

And then the magic scene dies.

52. MEMORY LANE 22.8.15

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My memory lane

Full of sadness and pain

Comes now and again…

The happy past

Likes to cast

Moments that do last.


August 22, 2015 - Leave a Response

25.4.12pa logu 20.34The Sun says hello every morning,

And good-night every evening

And even on a dull, cloudy day

The Sun manages to say

And send its magic light

Before the day, and before the night.

Only sometimes our eyes fail

To see the Sun’s healing trail.

50. JUST SAY NO 19.8.15

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How would you feel

After saying NO

To a dirty deal?

Great, or so-so?

You can lose something

But that’s nothing

To your gained self-esteem

Or maybe that’s a daydream?


August 19, 2015 - Leave a Response


Most of people love fireworks

It seems so

I detest them. That’s that


August 17, 2015 - Leave a Response


At a large hall

One wall met another wall

Both were nice and polite

So everything seemed all right.

But then a problem arose:

They couldn’t  be too close!

Between the walls

Stubborn and tall

A corner stood proudly

Laughing loudly.

48. AUGUST STARS 16.8.15

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Lietus pa logu 16.5.12 21.52Eight dark and menacing cars

Down, behind my windows sleep

At night, so calm and deep.

But above me there are lots of stars,

Scarcely visible, I would say,

But they are there, peaceful,

Reliable and beautiful,

And nobody can make them go away.

47. LIGHT IN THE DARK 15.8.15

August 15, 2015 - Leave a Response

BLACK MOONDark, seemingly hopeless night

No way seen anywhere

Only dim moonlight

Hangs over there…

Will the morning come again?

With hopelessness and disdain?

But maybe with something new and strange

Just for a change?


August 15, 2015 - Leave a Response


Dirty rain

The car is failing again

But Life is great

Friends come never late!

45. MY MIRROR 15.8.15

August 15, 2015 - One Response

PROFESOR FILUTEKMy mirror started to talk one day

And that’s what it seemed to say:

— Why don’t you look at me any more

As often as you did some time before?

I didn’t care to reply

Reluctant to tell the truth, or to lie.

My mirror looked a bit sad.

At last it sighed hard and said:

— Well, it seems I know why…

Take care, please, and good-bye.

44. INSULT 14.8.15

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13.8.15c mini

One might be hurt by calling the names

Even if the name is of some fame

Well, notorious one, of the beast

To whom bloodshed is a feast

Such insults will never be forgot

Be it justified or not.


August 14, 2015 - Leave a Response


Sometimes silence shrieks or whines

When the heart – yours or mine –

Is full till the very brink

Making us unable to think,

When the pain overrules our minds

And the common sense fails to remind

That silence gives comfort and peace

And offers us some kind of release.

42. ABANDONED 13.8.15

August 14, 2015 - One Response

13.8.15 pa V l Abandoned 9.44

A time-worn warehouse

Left by all but a grey mouse,

Ghastly, empty, miserable,

Neither beautiful nor comfortable,

Broken shelves, tables and chairs

All around and everywhere,

With ugly blind windows,

And weird shapes hidden by shadows.

Agonizing, helpless –

A real beacon of wretchedness.


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