Poetry Monday :: No Poetry Edition ~ Colour26 & Wordle - Solution!

Today it's Poetry Monday, and the prompt is Blue.

Today I've been away plant dyeing all day. And no, we did not dye Blue, butt a pretty reddish brown.

Today I solved the Wordle with only Greens again. The answer was not Blue either. Chili is Red.

Because of the solution, my post won't go live until midnight.

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Today it's the first of June. The colour of the month is Razzmatazz, which most of us, including  Mimi's Little Annie and River's twins would simply call Pink. Even if the colour of Our Lady normally is Blue, this was the colour of the flowers I picked for her today.

A whole post with neither Blue nor any Poetry. I hope you'll forgive me.

My comments are still mostly not posting - even here. And if they do post, half of them dissapear without trace.

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taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

June 8 - 2 minute Sketch
June 15 - Cobweb with Dewdrops
Jun 22 - Lily
Jun 29 - Northern light

Vintergækker & erantis Early Spring Flowers - No Poetry

I søndags var verden stadig snedækket, og den store drive ovenpå vores kloakrist var stadig stor, Mandag var verden stadig stivfrossen, men der var noget ude på terrassen ...

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Sunday the world around me was still covered in snow, and the big drift on top of the storm drain was not visibly smaller.
Monday the world was still frozen, the drift a wee bit smaller, but outside in a dry spot something grew ...

Støvregn og tusmørke hele dagen er ikke godt for billedkvaliteten, men jeg tror vi alle sammen genkender erantis og vintergækker på dette billede!

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Murky weather makes for unclear photos, but these are snowdrops and eranthis, the archetypical Danish early spring flowers.

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Og så glemte jeg at trykke på udgiv.

Der kommer ikke noget mandagsdigt i denne omgang, jeg havde travlt og var til møde, og Doughnut inspirerede mig bare slet ikke.

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And I forgot hitting "Publish" sorry.

There'll be no Poetry for this Monday. I was busy and just returend home from a meeting. And Doughnut  did not inspire me.



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taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Feb 23 Doughnut (today)
Mar 2 Breakfast in Bed
Mar 9 Meeting a Friend
Mar 16 Obsidian
Mar 23 Croissant
Mar 30 The Moon Tonight
Apr 6 Passover
Apr 13 Fabulous

Kokosnødder eller ej Poetry Monday :: Coconut or not

Dagens tema er Kokosnød. Men når jeg tænker på et vers om kokosnødder dukker der en af to sange op i min hjerne. Enten:  Far, jeg kan ikke få hul på kokosnødden ... eller den nyere: A coconut is not a nut... Lige meget hvad er det ikke til at skrive et digt. Derfor en lille tosset historie i stedet.

Far, jeg kan ikke få hul på kokosnødden er en af de allerførste sange, jeg nogensinde hørte på grammofon. Vi havde en samling gamle plader og en sjov pladeafspiller, der havde en indretning, så man kunne stable op til ti plader ovenpå hinanden. Så faldt den ene ned, når den anden var færdig og så videre indtil man havde hørt dem alle. Så måtte man fylde op igen, enten med nye plader eller bare ved at vende dem om. Vi havde - ud over den der med kokosnødden -  en sang - garanteret hamrende politisk ukorrekt - der handlede om tidsfordriv i lange vinternætter på Grønland. Green Door, White Christmas, To mennesker med Ved kajen på den anden side - drivende sentimentale kærlighedssange, og et par stykker til - alle sammen omkring 30 år gamle hvis ikke mere, men det var sjov at se pladerne falde ned og afspille sig selv, så det gjorde vi med jævne mellemrum

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When I think og vriting a poem with coconuts one of two songs surface in my brain. Either the Danish version of I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts - the Danish version is totally nuts (!) and tells the story of a child, telling his dad about his trying to open a coconut, making ever growing disasters, breaking the hammer, hurting himself, and mum, ruining the table, the doors ...  in the end blowing up the house with dynamite. Every verse ending with the refrain "... but the coconut looks just like its old self."

The new one is known to most of you, I think:

The coconut nut is a giant nut
If you eat too much, you'll get very fat
Now, the coconut nut is a big, big nut
But this delicious nut is not a nut

It's the coco fruit
Of the coco tree
From the coco palm family

It's the coco fruit
Of the coco tree
From the coco palm family


Neither of these songs are conductive to poeming anything, so I ask to be excused today.

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taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs
Jan 5  Favorite Animal
Jan 12 Glacier
Jan 19  Piece of clothing
Jan 26  That one time

No Poetry ~ and no, MotherOwl has not gone missing 😕

Sorry. I was too busy, and the prompt Dismembered only made me think macabre thoughts, or of the Knights who say Ni! none of it good for any poetry.
I did not draw anything either - it is a drawing prompt first, and I usually draw something with these prompts every day. But not today.

And now it's Tuesday, and I see that I forgot to press "Publish". Double sorry. I promise to be back soon!


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taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Nov 17 In a cave
Nov 24 Pot of tea for two
Dec 1 Moles eye view
Dec 8 Peace
Dec 15 Coconuts
Dec 22 Fungi
Dec 29 Sitting on old chairs

Poetry Monday :: Big City :: in German and no Cities ~ Updated with more verses

    Mandagsdigtet er en blogleg, som Mimi fra Messymimi's Meanderings og jeg har overtaget - midlertidigt håber vi - fra Diane, der slapper af og rejser verden rundt med sin mand. Vi håber hun er parat til at tage over igen, når hun kommer hjem.
     Stikordene kommer fremover fra 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts. Det er en Facebook-gruppe, der udgiver et stikord til hver dag i året, men bare rolig, stikordene vil stadig være at finde både her og på Mimis blog.

Dagens stikord er: Storby! Men eftersom jeg vågnede op i morges med et fuldt færdigt tysk digt! i hovedet, er jeg er alvorligt bange for at der ikke kommer et digt på dansk i dag. Nok ikke engang et engelsk.

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Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
 
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home.

The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.

  I have something more to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Today's subject is Big City!

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Today is Poetry Monday, the theme is Big City, but as I woke up this morning, a poem in German! was in my head. But why?


Nächtliche Konversation:
A - Ist bald der dunkle Nacht vorbei?
B - Die Uhr zeigt immer noch nur Zwei
    - Leg du dich hin, schlaf ruhig ein
    - Und wacht im Morgensonnenschein.

A - Und was ist's jetzt
B - Dreiviertel sechs
    - bald kommt das Morgengrauen
    - Schließ du bloß deine Augen

A - Jetzt scheint die helle Sonne rein
B  - Jetzt darfst du wach und munter sein
A - Oh weia! ich bin müde du
    - ich mache meine Augen zu.
 

English literal translation:

Nightly Comversation
A - Will this dark night soon have an end?
B - the clock says only two
Lay yourself down and go to sleep
And wake in morning sunshine.

A - Now what's the time?
B - A quarter to six
    - Soon will the morning break
    - now you go back to sleep

A - And now the sun is shining brigth
B - You may get up now, time is right
A - Oh dear, I am so tired now,
    - an hour more will sit just right.


Dansk oversættelse:

Natlig samtale
A- Er den mørke nat snart slut?
B - Klokken er stadig kun to
Læg du dig ned og sov igen
Og vågn i morgensolskinnet.

A - Og nu, hvad er klokken nu?
B - Et kvarter i seks
    - Snart gryer dagens grå min ven
    - så luk du øjenene igen

A - Åh se, nu skinner solne klart
B - Nu står vi op, er det ikke rart?
A - Men jeg er træt, jeg ikke vil.
    - jeg sover lige en time til.

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Sep 15 Tea fusing
Sep 22 Kitchen
Sep 29 Snuggles
Oct 5 Wood
Oct 12 Life
Oct 19 Train
Oct 26 Make believe occupation

Poetry Monday :: Captain

Poetry Monday ~ Mandagsdigt er en engelsk blog-leg. Det er ikke altid, at dagens emne duer på dansk - eller at jeg er smart nok til at finde på noget. Dagens stikord Captain, fik ikke nogen danske digte til at poppe op i min arme hjerne.  Heller ikke andre engelske end "Oh, no John":

My father was a Spanish captain
Went to sea a month ago
First he kissed me then he left me
Bid me always answer no
Oh, no John, no John, no John, no

Derfor gentager jeg mig selv fra for et par år siden, da Poetry Monday faldt på den 19. september og altså var Tal som en pirat-dag.

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Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.
 
We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home.

  I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
  Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.

Ay, ay sir, Today is Poetry Monday, and rhyming we must go. But Captain ... It was strangely missing in my list of prompts, and it is one of those words. I do not know why, but some words immediately make a song run around in my brain like a do chasing its own tail. Captain is one of these, having me listen to "Oh, no John" on repeat.
This is counterproductive for any poeming, so all I have to give today is a repost from September 19th, 2022 - Pirate day, where Dread Captain DeMeza organises the fun.

September 19th we celebrate Talk like a Pirate Day! Which happens to be a day celebrated in the online game World of Warcraft too.

In that other world where oft I go
For rest and relaxation
It's Pirates day today. YAHOO!
We have some recreation

A mug of rum, or maybe two
To end our deprivation,
Forget the fights with friend and foe
Now I'm a pirate too!

Ol' Chumbucket then spoke to me
A word of truth and wisdom.
Dress like a pirate halfway be
To talk like one - perfection!





So 'hoy there, matey! it'll be
Instead of "Hello darling".
And should I like a cup of tea
Yarrr! Tea! you'll hear me snarling!



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Next Monday again we'll meet and write poetry once again:
June 9 Sting
June 16 Possible
June 23 Uniform
June 30 Scram

Today’s average difficulty is 4.5 guesses out of 6, or moderately challenging. 5 is OK then.
Wordle 1.444 5/6
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Poetry Monday :: Apple :: Not Poetry

Posted one minute to midnight for reasons that will become obvious further down.

Today's topic is Apple. I was not able to write any poems, but last Wednesday the prompt for 365 Days of Drawing Prompts was Apples and I drew a couple of grungy apples, grungy being the InkTober prompt of the day. I'm trying to teach myself drawing in ink + one colour and cross hatching. At least it's fun. The colour here is not very obvious, a very pale tan.

A bit more than a year ago, I tried to make the Wordle of the relevant day fit the topic of either Poetry Monday or the Words for Wednesday. Today I tried to simply use Apple as the first guess - it went surprisingly well.

I've tried to find out if this Wordle is still accessible after my midnight and failed to find anything conclusive ... but ... if you still have not solved the Wordle for October 21st and can and want to, do not scroll down.

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Poetry Monday :: No poetry

Sorry everybody, MotherOwl is still not feeling her best.

No poetry today.

A month ago I took this glorius photo. It fits the Colour of the Month.

Poetry Monday :: No Poetry Edition.

   Poetry Monday er en udfordring, hvor Diane fra On the Border er vores vært.
     Nok engang spænder mit elendige helbred ben for min deltagelse.
     Men i hvert fald kan jeg da slå de konmmende stikord op.

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Poetry Monday is a challenge, hosted by Diane at On the Border. And once again stupid health issues makes me unable to play. 

I just post the Prompts for the coming Mondays:

Birthdays . . . . . October 2
Family . . . . . . October 9
Dictionary . . . . . October 16
Talk Shows . . . . . October 23
Mischief . . . . . October 30
Watermelon . . . . . November 6
Grandma's Kitchen . . . . . November 13
The Bus . . . . . November 20
A Pet's Life . . . . . November 27

No Poetry this Monday :: Ingen mandagsdigt herfra.

Der faldt mig simpelthen ikke noget ind til dagens emne: Teddybjørne.

I simply did not find anything to write about today's subject Teddy Bears.



Næste mandag / Next Monday: Emojis

Poetry Monday :: No-etry but Prompts

This, the first Monday of May, and May the First I am still too deeply entrenched in ancestor-land to think of Poetry. But I have decided to repeat the prompts for The Merry Month of May. 

May 1st (today) - Rhinos
May 8th - Socks
May 15th - Chocolate Chip
May 22nd - Musical Instruments
May 29 - Compost

Jævndøgn :: Poetry Monday:: Buzzards ~ No Poetry so far :: Spring Equinox

NOW rigth this minute spring starts. It's Spring Equinox. It's raining, and I'm busy editing a magazine. And Buzzards ... I got them mixed up with vultures, and have been thinking of the Undertaker from Lucky Luke and his black hearse all day - not conductive for a nice and relaxing day.
For this reason no poems about either buzzards, vultures, owls or indeed any other feathered creature have formed inside my head.

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     NU, lige i dette øjeblik begynder foråret. Det er forårsjævndøgn. Det regner, og jeg har travlt med at redigere et blad. Og musvåger, som er dagens tema, fik jeg forvekslet med gribbe, så jeg har tænkt på bedemanden fra Lucky Luke og hans sorte ligvogn hele dagen - det er ikke ligefrem befordrende for en god og afslappende dag.
     Derfor kommer der ikke noget digt om hverken gribbe, musvåger, ugle elle nogen andre fugle i dag.


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Next Monday Celebrating Earth Day is our theme.

No Poetry Monday :: S.A.D

     Dagens stikord for Mandagsdigtet er Frossen yoghurt Det forekommer kun her i huset, hvis jeg kommer til at efterlade en liter yoghurt udenfor i frostvejr - jeg tror det er tre år siden, det skete sidst, og jeg kan ikke lige hitte ud af at digte om den hændelse.
     I stedet får I et billede af resultatet af mit sidste anfald af S.A.D - det er en engelsk vits S.A.D. er en forkortelse for Seasonal Affective Disorder - vinterdepression - men en kvik fyr har undersat det til Seed Aquisition Disorder - frø-indkøbssyndrom. Det skulle forkortes FIS på dansk, så det lader vi være med ;) Sidst, jeg skrev om det fik jeg det til KaUGoBF-syndrom.
     Pastinakkerne på billedet har lige den rette tone til Månedens farve: Signal-hvid.

Drawn by this guy 🌱 Tegnet af ham her

Frozen yoghurt ... this is only a thing that happens if I inadvertently leave a yoghurt outside on a cold day, that is to say almost never. I have no idea what to do with Frozen Yoghurt ... so instead a photo of my latest attack of S.A.D - Seed Aquisition Disorder.

The roots are by the way just the right colour for my Colour of the Month: Signal white.

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Next Monday we tackle: Random Acts of Kindness

Monday without Poetry

Today the topic is Memorial Day, which I'll skip as usual.
Memorial Day is not celebrated in Denmark, and as I am not one for praising soldiers or war efforts in general, no poeming will happen.

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Next Monday the topic is Yo-yo.

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Instead of a poem I'll post some photos from the past week.


Our view on our way home yesterday.

Pirate cut the watermelon the other way. It's pretty.

You can just see the sea in this photo.

Saying good-bye to the statue of Virgin Mary of Aasebakken after the pilgrimage yesterday.

Poetry Monday :: Remembering 8-Track -- No Poetry Version -- Updated.

If you want to read some better  poetry,  Diane - who has taken over the hosting of  this challenge - and Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings - who also supplies us with topics - are writing wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and read.

  Karen of Baking in a Tornado has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month - may  we hope for more!
  SpikesBestMate often publishes a nice verse in the comments.

  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey who has been a faithful participant, is slowly returning to blogging after her husband's passing from this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers her way. And dare we hope that she will join Poetry Monday again.

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This Mondays topic is Remembering 8-track. I had to look it up, and as 8-track just never reached Denmark, I have no memories of it.

My early recording memories were the big, heavy reel-to-reel tape recorders lugged around by professionals. Then came the endless loop cassettes - soo smart - and just maybe those actually were 8-tracks? As I wrote in the comments section, they were not in personal use, but used by shops, ferry-lines and so on for announcing of offers, practical notices and so on.
  Later the small dictaphones entered, and finally - wonder of wonders - the compact cassettes. We had an early prototype with mike and all, and me and my sister made mock radio-reportages from wannabe jungle expeditions in our backyard. Waterfall and insect sound effects in the background were made by inventive procedures.
   The Walkman only joined the party as I was almost grown up. My sister, 3 years younger than me, had one, but I never bothered.
  As you see from this, I was not much into listening to music all the time, although I remember one very long holiday by car where we had forgotten the tapes at home, and only had one music casette to listen to all holiday!

In Danish there's a song about the joys and sorrows of owning a Walkman - I'd like to translate it, but I'm not sure I can do it - or that I can do it without being chased by copyright-owners. Danish music-copyright-rules are tough and meticulously upheld.

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Upcoming topics:
Ask a Stupid Question (September 27)
Golf (October 4)
Throw a Party (October 11)
Meatloaf Appreciation (October 18)
Opera (October 25)

No Poetry Monday

Dear co-poetists

Today you'll get no poem from me for several reasons:

- I forgot.
- I have some health issues.
- My creative juices are filled with Susan and her Birch Manor tales.
- I don NOT like peanut butter at all. This makes it quite hard to write about. 

As a compensation two photos taken at our local pond less than a week apart:

16 januar 2021

21 januar 2021

But still we need to be told the subjects for the coming weeks. Huge thanks to Diane of On the Border for providing them:
Be Nasty Day (March 8)
Pi(e) Day (what else would it be?) (March 15)
World Poetry Day (March 22)
Something on a Stick Day (March 29)
Read a Road Map Day (April 5)
Favorite invention (From Mimi) (April 12)
National Garlic Day (April 19)
The ocean or beach (From Mimi) (April 26)
The best thing about spring (From Mimi) (May 3)

And if you want to actually read some poetry,   Diane and Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings  write wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious and honestly well written verse. Go and read.
  Karen of Baking in a Tornado has joined us in this crazy pursuit, and promises us at least a poem a month - may  we hope for more.
  SpikesBestMate often publishes a nice verse in the comments, and helps out at topic supplying.

  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey who has been a faithful particimant, is taking a break due to her husband's recent passing from this world. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers her way.