To Jab You in the Heart

I wielded my pen,

and papered my way with the darkest

of inks,

to jab you in the heart,

with my prose


A fist fight ensued, in which

I fought off all jealous lovers

using my sharpest wit,

and daring cunning,


But your eyes turned away, and yet,

towards me, in that direction,

where I a reflection, saw

in a pool so deep, so calm, and so cool


Your eyes like pools, darkened,

and words like ripples, meeting

joining, like prose

being written upon,


My words and your words as well,

inks and shining swords, clashing

-becoming one

-becoming one…





Not Thinking About You

We do that

a lot, it seems

not thinking about each other

being the best way to be, or if

we did, and what of that, of thinking

and acting, and wanting, although it is better

you know? Not thinking of you, not being

with you, close enough to touch, the bother of

such things like that, is remedied by the lack of thoughts


that we share about each other..

Sometimes, I have

Sometimes, I have

Little Fears, and sometimes

Big Ones,


My Teddy Bear has gone awry

and my warm socks have holes

in them, and my Cell Phone doesn’t

Vibrate anymore,


I  don’t want,

to be afraid, of Monsters under my bed,

or things that go Bonkers in the night,

or melted Candy Bars, in my jacket



Having Little Fears, are always

better than having big ones, except

when I look for my toes, downwards

and my belly only laughs

at me….


Not Misunderstanding the S-Word

Some of you might have wondered when the Guy Dictionary would be coming to the good stuff? Well, for some of you that time has finally come, but for others, you will have to re-read what the L-word really means, and ponder that for a long while.

The S-word is one of those that comes to us, sooner or later, and in my case it was the latter later, rather than the sooner, sooner. No, I am not babbling here for fun and profit, but remember that the L-word and the S-word are often used in the same breath, or at least when you think you are using the correct word at the correct time.

Here is an example. You have taken her to dinner, and having been very careful not to drip gravy down your shirt, or shoot an olive pit into her cleavage, then the emotions begin to boil, or perhaps it is the chili salami, and you are confronted with the L- or the S-question? Should you go with the safe question, the down and dirty question, or the cherub-red roses, which might be $50 down the drain if she says no – question.

Need help here? I would ask myself the following questions to lead you to Valhalla, or Halva.

  1. Have I remembered, if I still were married?
  2. Do I really want to get involved, or wouldn’t I rather work that jigsaw puzzle at home?
  3. Am I going to be able to satisfy  her as much as a bowl of Häagen-Dazs Ice Cream?
  4. Aren’t there more choices than the L- or S-words?

What would I choose? I’d have to say that any/all of the above choices are unacceptable, as being happily married and all, all other extra curricular activities wouldn’t reach the area of being considered, unless you haven’t believed a word I’ve said until now, which means that I would go with the S-word.

Have any of you remembered how I’ve revealed how Guys, Real Guys that is, will usually say the wrong thing at the most inopportune time, which comes as no surprise to their partners,  who are probably using the TV remote, or their cell phone to check if their other friends are as unsatisfied at the same moment in time? Remember not to say anything stupid at that moment that should be special for both of you, depending on your understanding of timing, listening, and responding to her needs. No, I haven’t been reading books about how to please her, or 10 ways not to put your foot in your mouth, this is experience speaking here, plain and simple.

If in doubt, then shut up! If you don’t then the M-word might just escape your lips when it started out with the S-word on your mind! The M-word should only be uttered in extreme cases of keeping her in the Country, before she is deported, or in the case of Temporary Insanity. I sometimes wish, some one had carted me away for saying the M-word, but the judge probably would have been a woman, and the jurors as well!

“Serves him right” is what they’ll be telling you, which might just get you out of the frying pan and into the fire, if you’ve forgotten the answer to question number 1?

I feel that this blog has gotten derailed by too much language, which means that I’ve fallen victim to my own advice, about shutting up and……………………….


Standing on a Corner

Looking about for

Canadians, not as easy

as one would think


Whistling, some tune

perhaps their National Anthem

in French no less,


You’d think,

that all eligible Canadians, who

were into Street Corners, would respond?


Now we are two, standing  on a corner

whistling out of key, possibly in French

looking for others


I wonder if my friend,

leans towards Canadians, or if

whistling out of key, is preferred?


Standing on a corner,

pretending to be a Canadian, hoping

to attract others of the same ilk,


Thinking French thoughts

just out of key….



I Used to Wish

I used to wish

for a simpler life, one only with

a cardboard box, and



No want of love, nor vibrant lovers

nor fancy cars, nor house payments



Then I found, my

new love, one without reservation,

without pain, nor striving,

The Ultimate,


Cleaning my kitchen

a noble deed, for no one but I

to enjoy,

Leave the kids to my wife, and the troubles

of life, of living, of loving, because..


I have the warmth and companionship

of a fine dog, and the satisfaction of

a clean kitchen


And Internet, of course

and I alone, enjoy

cleaning and polishing, and remarking

to myself, what a fine job

I have done,


And the dog is pleased

to be so close, and the silent hum

of the Internet, warming,

and the shine of the Range Hood,

reminds me of someone far away,


Who might have a kitchen, just

like mine…..


Whole World in Turmoil

Everything around us

crashes and burns

the hope that seems upwards



The one shining ray

of light through the

clouds, the inspiration

the Salvation,


Thank Goodness for Mondays

of which we can rely on,


The Glorious Start

of the New Week!


Just kidding

of course…..


A Day in Northern Jutland – Rubjerg Knud Lighthouse

Where are we going today, Papa Smurf? To the Western Coast of Northern Denmark:

website: (in English)


Source: Google Maps

After having left the top of Denmark at Skagen, the next stop for me would be this lonely corner of Denmark.

When this former lighthouse was built in the year 1900, it was already experiencing problems with sand intrusion. The Lighthouse was built at the highest point on this stretch of coastline, with over 200 meters to the coast. The builders could not have predicted the consequences of their labors.

In the 1920s large amounts of sand needed to be removed and driven away, while in the 1950 the sand had made it impossible to hear the foghorn. In August 1968 the Lighthouse was finally closed due to the height of the sand restricting the light from its tower from the ocean.

In 1988 I visited the Lighthouse for the first time and took this photo:

img224 The buildings seen around its base are gone today, but had once served as a museum.

The bricks are scattered about and used by others to make known of their visit.

mikkels-iphone6-pictures-091 mikkels-iphone6-pictures-092Photos taken from the Lighthouse, looking down.

It is estimated that the Lighthouse will fall into the ocean in 15-20 years, which is rather ironic with the sand getting ever higher, while the water erodes into the base of the Lighthouse.


Base of the Lighthouse.


A dirt road/path leads to the Lighthouse, seen in the far background.


A view of the Lighthouse and surrounding dunes.


A panoramic view of the Lighthouse and its nemesis, the sand.


The remaining structures at/around the Lighthouse


Looking down from the top of the Lighthouse.


The sign at the Parking Area. (Fyr= Lighthouse in Danish)

If any of you wondered, about the sightings of Canadians, then the answer is Yes. One Canadian Girl was found to be at this stop……


Living Up to Linda

No one can do so

be the same,

as Linda,

Who was she,

some might ask?

the ideal, the less than real,

The one to strive to be,

The woman

in my past,

brought alive, like never before

It’s not easy, you see

living up to what,

Linda might be….


At Arm’s Length

I’ve told you

to stop, before I lose control

That is why, I need to keep you

at arm’s length,


I’ve measured the distance

calculated the cost

added the proper amount of desire, and

longing, and subtracted the need

to be with you


Sorry, but the numbers just

don’t add up, I’ve failed to keep

us apart, due to

my bad way with numbers….


Just one of my failings,

I guess…