The Flow

The flow of the City
took me along
though I tried to fight the current
all the same,

The traffic
an endless stream of lights

Dragging the bottom
for lost motorists, having given
up all hope
of arriving home on time

I wanted
to be one of the few
who traveled the other way
with those of equal thoughts
and intentions, but alas

My course
not being of my own choosing
wrapped up in my destiny
chosen long before I walked
the highways and byways
of this life,

My dreams of being
a random passenger
or, wayward hitchhiker
even, a chance companion on the road
were swept away with increasing speeds
and disregard for others

The flow of the City
took me along…..

Dead On My Feet

My legs have gone out
for a walk on the Wild Side
today,

I wish they’d have told me
that so many hours would pass
before I could rest them again,
but they had a mind of their own,

My toes are humming as well,
I would hum along, but I don’t recognize
the tune?

I think, my socks are welded onto my feet,
or they’ve gone charcoal grey in color,
along the way?

Don’t pity me, really
because the foot massage lady is on the way
-but I might be asleep,

before she arrives in Denmark
from Canada…

I’ll just hum a little tune, while I wait
and hope that the Foot Fairy is kind to me
while I sleep,

while I……….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The Floor Creaked

The floor creaked
my muscles ached
my eyes adjusted
to the morning fog

Just around the corner
the City of Copenhagen
lurked

I craned my neck,
and tried to see
the castles and towers,
-the City asleep,

The floor still creaked
and my eyes ached
and the fog still shrouded
my warmer intentions

Just around the corner
out of my sight,
the City went about its business
-while I went about mine

Copenhagen
a word, an entity
encasing its story, its people
while I lurked
around the corner
out of sight

In my own corner
of a City called
Copenhagen…

Danish Travel Recipe for 3 Persons

Ingredients:
1. 3 people – various Nationalities.
(including 1 Chaperone)
2. One car with sufficient gas to avoid excuses
3. Various snacks
4. Yellow Car Alert Response (hit the person next to you when Yellow car is spotted)
5. Enough time for both sightseeing, and being late home to the wife with a poor excuse

Destination is the top of Denmark.

Be sure to add a good supply of doubt from someone’s mother, and an equal amount of doubt, about the driver’s real intentions.

Add the ingredients slowly, and be sure not to overheat the conversation with innuendos, and off-color conversation. Make sure the Chaperone is present at all times. If, in the event of Chaperone walkabout, then keep calm and assess the situation.

As the day progresses, be careful when striking the other persons with the Yellow Car Alert Response, as those bruises might take years to heal!

Remember to point out the interesting Flora and Fauna, and warn if Sheep are present, or their aromatic tendencies might just sour this recipe.

The snacks are to be consumed in place of nutritious food, and it is customary to leave a water bottle from your Home Country as an offering to the Danish Gods at Skagen.

If confronted with an unexpected question, try to divert attention by pointing out the Danish National Bird, The Seagull and its playful and magical ways!

If all goes well, with the ingredients mixed about with the ambience of the day, then remember to say something in Danish-French-English in order to make sure that everyone present, has had their needs seen to!

The finished product will resemble something like this:

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with the Chaperone taking the picture, of course……


With any luck at all, this recipe can be used in the future,

with the taste increasing in intensity with each

subsequent attempt!


Bon Appétit!

 

 

The Advantage

You have the advantage
over me, you might not think
that to be true,
but I feel it
and I know it,

You have the upper hand,
the stacked deck
the wide picture, and I
I wonder why you are
as you are,

You might think,
that we are different
that we would never
but I am sure that we would
if we could,

The most that I can do
is to worry about
what troubles you
and makes you silent
when I am not,

Then I know
that my comforting
thoughts, will have to
replace, my comforting
arms, with you being so distant
in time and space…

Rest assured,
I think about you, and if
I had the chance to tell you
and show you in person,

Then this blog would never
have been written, and I
would be sitting by your side,
telling you, how wonderful
a person, you really are

And you are…

By My Fire

Come and warm yourself

by my fire, the embers brightly

burning and I,

feeling a bit toasty for you

 

We could warm our feet, against the monitor,

the LCD’s crackling in the background,

the light dancing

my reflection in your eyes,

 

And what of the cold, the winds blowing

the thought of spending

time and money, of burning virtual

logs, and snuggling close

 

-as the embers died down,

-and our passions, blazed anew

 

Enjoying the fire, the touch of

your cozy knitted socks

and you…..