Black Coffee

Let’s make some coffee,
she said,
that was her way to say she felt pity
for me, coffee made things better.
Let’s have some coffee,
that’ll do us good,
was the cure for everything
when I was a child.
Still is.
Black coffee,
and time to think, time to take a brake,
time to gather strength.
Coffee. Black coffee. Let me make you some.

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The weekly theme for
Thursday Challenge is
black

Organisation of Humanity

Better safe than sorry.
Better forever than never.
Better yesterday than no tomorrow.

Listen: history is here, organised in your genes, your mind, your body, your memory.

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The weekly challenge for

Moody Monday

is organised

Sex and drugs and rock'n roll

I wish…having had trouble with my back for some weeks, I can assure you, there haven’t been much sex lately.
And no rock’n roll for me either. My head cannot stand any noise for now.

But drugs, oh yes! Pills for head ache, C-vitamins, painkillers for my aching ear, strong tablets for my sore throat, syrup for my cough and lots of hot drinks.

I have the flu.

Luckily, Ian Dury in his time had it better.

I Remember

The weekly theme for Thursday Challenge
is
Nature.

I've published this video before
in my video blog.
Maybe I need some assurance
or maybe I'm just lazy to create something new,
but the memory of summer
is something to keep in mind.
That is why I have to watch this video
from time to time.

The Complicated Mind

When voices grow too heavy outside my head,
when the social stress is trying to suffocate me,
I turn inside, dive into myself
and meet the strangers of my mind.

It’s never quiet.

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The weekly challenge
for Moody Monday is
complicated

Nell

Shell will tell:
Living with Nell
is bloody hell.

Yell, yell, yell!
That is Nell.
Oh, well,
don’t bother
to ring her bell.

Cherry Blossom

She didn’t know when she had become this bitter and ugly woman, who stood there staring in the mirror. She bent and washed her face, splashed heavily cold water on her face and tried to make the blood run and bring some colour to her shrunken cheekbones.

She stood up, dried her skin with a hard towel, and rubbed her eyes a while, but nothing helped: she stared at her mother in the mirror, and she realized that everything had been in vain: her vicious rebelling and finally running away from home, years of silence, living in distance places, trying to escape from what now seemed evident.

All in vain. Her whole life had led her to the dead end she had tried to break away from, and though she knew that inside, she wasn’t her mother, she couldn’t be absolutely sure.

Life had an odd sense of humour, she realized, and she didn’t smile. All in vain, she murmured to herself, grabbed her lipstick, and started to fill her thin lips with Cherry Blossom, the same shade her mother had used years, years ago.

The Soundtrack

Down the memory lane I have been sliding. I have made a soundtrack for my book of poems, it has been very nostalgic listening to these songs. It wasn’t really easy to choose these songs. There is such an amount of music from the late 60’s, early and middle 70’s that bring memories to my mind.

Some songs are named in my poems; such are for example Stairway to heaven, Samba Pa Ti and Tallahassee Lassie. They were an easy pick for this soundtrack. The rest of the songs are the ones that make me remember.

Hope you will enjoy this musical time trip!

Jimi Hendrix: Purple Haze



Janis Joplin: Cry Baby



The Doors: Light My Fire



Santana: Samba Pa Ti



Black Sabbath: Paranoid



Led Zeppelin: Stairway to Heaven



Creedence Clearwater Revival: Travellin Band



Uriah Heep: Easy Livin'



Hurriganes; Tallahassee Lassie



Deep Purple: Smoke On The Water



Slade: Coz I Luv U



Mott the Hoople: All The Young Dudes

Anything goes

This photo is taken in Turku, the town I was born in. I’ve written a collection of poems about young people, mostly teenagers who drift around, looking for themselves and each other, seeking for love and affection, who have nothing but time, booze and music. Some dreams too, occasionally.
The poems are situated in the early and middle 70’s to my hometown Turku.

The poems are now inside a real book. Self-published.

Look!

I made an ad, also. Look down.

Anything goes for Thursday Challenge this week, so let it be the photo from Turku.

And now it’s time to celebrate, not because of that book, but because of the fact that SusuPetal in English is today one years old.

Nothing worth mentioning

Trouble with my back.
Painkillers.
Snow.

No inspiration.

That is life right now.

A Day to Come

Sale

Lover man, where have you been?
Love, love me do!
All you need is love.

Love for sale.

Can’t buy me love,
you say,
but who believes in old songs

anymore?

Who believes in love?

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The weekly theme for
Thursday Challenge
is
Shopping