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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Halloween is coming…..

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Calling dragons and demons…

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…An Alien in Parcul Pantelimon monday morning….

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…grabbing my nuts…

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Still alive and kicking….

Still very busy with work and just had a day off …too short but its something …going to try to program myself a day off every week if its possible but thats the job….any way will be back again when I can …and thank you to all who still visit and link me..its very much appreciated 🙂
And for the people who are to obsessed with links and Zelist this is for you ….. 🙂

Bugger Off!
Chorus:
So bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Like a herd of bloody swine that refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening so you bastards bugger off

Well you’ve been a lovely audience, but oh the time does pass.
So don’t you all be lettin’ the door hit you in the ass.
You’ve been a splendid audience, but enough is enough.
We’d take it very kindly if you’d all just bugger off!

Chorus

Here’s to all the batenders and waitresses who’ve been servin you your beers,
and puttin up with your knoxious breath and your stupid drunken leers.
so leave your money on the table when you go,
tomorrow you’ll have a sorry head and nothin left to show

Chorus
Lyrics http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/dubliners/

Here’s to all the lovely ladies who might be waitin for the band,
and thinkin one of them might make a charmin one night stand.
Please don’t be offended girls this song is not for you.
we’ll be happy to oblige you when this nasty job is through.

Chorus

So you’ve been promisin the ladies a night of lovin bliss,
but truth be told your far to drunk to stand up straight and piss.
So give it up you lousy sods you’ll not be gettin laid.
and the sooner that you’re out the door the sooner we’ll get paid.

Chorus

So bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Like a herd of fucking swine that refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening so you bastards bugger off

(1-2-3 FUCK YOU!)

Kindly sang to you by the one and only …The Dubliners !! 🙂

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Cat Among The Chickens….

Stalking,
Prowling,
Through ocean of feathers,
The murder would be soundless,
Not even a squark,
As the paw smashed through the air,
And landed in the back of the prey,
And soundless it fell to the ground,
And was dragged from the pens,
By the serial mass murder,
The cat among the chickens!

Nick Hilton

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…16…Capturing without words…

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Miercurea fara cuvinte..15…Pepene verde…

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The warm and the cold…

SOURCE

The Warm and the Cold

Freezing dusk is closing
Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and all
That can no longer feel.
But the carp is in its depth
Like a planet in its heaven.
And the badger in its bedding
Like a loaf in the oven.
And the butterfly in its mummy
Like a viol in its case.
And the owl in its feathers
Like a doll in its lace.

Freezing dusk has tightened
Like a nut screwed tight
On the starry aeroplane
Of the soaring night.
But the trout is in its hole
Like a chuckle in a sleeper.
The hare strays down the highway
Like a root going deeper.
The snail is dry in the outhouse
Like a seed in a sunflower.
The owl is pale on the gatepost
Like a clock on its tower.

Moonlight freezes the shaggy world
Like a mammoth of ice –
The past and the future
Are the jaws of a steel vice.
But the cod is in the tide-rip
Like a key in a purse.
The deer are on the bare-blown hill
Like smiles on a nurse.
The flies are behind the plaster
Like the lost score of a jig.
Sparrows are in the ivy-clump
Like money in a pig.

Such a frost
The flimsy moon
Has lost her wits.

A star falls.

The sweating farmers
Turn in their sleep
Like oxen on spits.

Ted Hughes

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A crack in space….

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.

–Dylan Thomas

“Look at the stars. They’re the same stars as last week, last year, same as when we were kids. When we weren’t even born. In a hundred years, no one will know who we are, but they’ll know those same stars.” –

you make the room
melt into riverbeds, smoothed stone.

Yes, this must be
how the universe felt
when it first cracked open;

Sky and earth parting as lips
to breathe out trees, mythology,
the first days of fall.

It is mud between your bare toes-

It is raspberries plucked straight from the stem,

and it holds you
like a butterfly to a board,
breathless at its beauty.

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