Home Early

A blonde guy gets home early from work and hears strange noises coming from the bedroom. He rushes upstairs to find his wife naked on the bed, sweating and panting. "What's up?" he says. "I'm having a heart attack," cries the woman.
He rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as he's dialing, his 4-year-old son comes up and says "Daddy! Daddy! Uncle Ted's hiding in your closet and he's got no clothes on!" The guy slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the bedroom, past his screaming wife, and rips open the wardrobe door. Sure enough, there is his brother, totally naked, cowering on the closet floor. "You rotten bastard," says the husband, "my wife's having a heart attack, and you're running around naked, scaring the kids!"

We have a German folk song with the title "The thoughts are free". First was this song published as text like a poem ... already in 1780.

It's based on written texts from the early 13th Century but the basic philosophy is already known from ancient times.

The last version of that poem got a melody and became a folk song with the time.

Just some lines from the early text from 1229:

The band can not find anyone,
Which binds my thoughts.
One catches woman and man,
Thoughts nobody can catch.

I publish the text of the song as a blog here on my page as so as I know it as folk song and how it is sung until now.


Human are able to fly to the moon and we are able to construct artificial intelligence but nothing is so complex as our mind... nobody is able to read it and nothing can replace it. Our mind is that what makes us to human. Thoughts have the power to help us to survive in almost impossible situations. Thoughts can be our weaknesses and our strengths at the same time.

Here is the lyric of the folk song:

The thoughts are free,
who can guess them?
They flee by
like nightly shadows.
No man can know them,
no hunter can shhot them.
It remains thereby:
The thoughts are free.

I think what I want
and what makes me happy,
but everything in silence,
and with good behave.
My wishes and my longing,
no one can deny them
It remains thereby:
The thoughts are free.

I love the wine,
and my girl before all,
She wants only to me
best fallen.
I'm not alone
at my glass of wine,
My girl is with me:
The thoughts are free.

And if I'm locked up
in the dark dungeon,
Everything is just
and only in vain works;
because my thoughts
will tear the barriers
and walls asunder:
The thoughts are free.

Therefore, I will forever
to renounce the worries.
And will never want me
with grilling more plague.
You can be in the heart
always laugh and joke
And think:
The thoughts are free!

Two monks were on the road. They came from a very chaste Order, which was strictly forbidden to deal with women. One day they came to a river. There stood a beautiful woman who wanted to cross the river. Because the water was very deep, she could not do that without damaging her clothes. Then one of the monks took the woman on his shoulders, waded with her through the water, and set them dry on the other side of the river. Then the monks continued their hike. After four hours, the one monk began to criticize the other: "What you did was not right. You know we must not have any close contact with women. "The monk, who had carried the woman through the river, listened to the allegations calmly and patiently. Then he replied to his brother, "This is the difference between us: I dropped the woman at the river four hours ago, but you still carry her with you."

Translatet from a German parable.

The old farmer had been worked at his small farm together with his son for years. The two had several fields and a strong horse that pulled the plow. One day the horse disappeared. "What a misfortune," whined the neighbors. But the farmer replied, "Luck or misfortune - who knows who knows?" One week later the horse came back and brought five wild horses with him. Again the neighbors came to the courtyard, this time to congratulate. But the farmer said, "Fortune or misfortune who knows who knows?" The next day the son wanted to tame the first of the wild horses. But he was dropped and broke a leg. "Such a misfortune," the neighbors complained again. "Happiness or misery - who knows who knows?" Replied the old farmer again. Three days later officers came to the village. They took all the young men for the war. But they could not pick up the farmer's son because of his broken leg.. So he remained the only young man in the village and at the end of the war he was the only surviving young men of the village.

This a German parable translated by myself. I don't know who the writer of this parable is.

Winter has left.
Warm rain has washed the streets.
Nature woke up overnight.
Days become longer and nights shorter.
It's spring now!

Branches of trees
wear the last weathered leaves.
The warm wind blows them away.
It gives space for fresh green leaves.
It's spring now!

Flowers come out
with colors of the beautiful rainbow.
Look, the delicate flowers
how they defy the last night-frosts!
It's spring now!

Green tips of leaves,
blossoms decorate trees and shrubs.
From south returning birds
are signals of new life in nature.
It's spring now!

Everything starts changing.
People's smiles become brighter
like the sky without clouds
Couples in love walk hand in hand.
It's spring now!

Spring gives new hope.
Romantic feelings are growing.
Men and women find together.
New life for everyone and everything.
It's spring now!

Nature is the role model.
Earth donates food, sky gives water.
Just enjoy the time together.
Keep forever the hope of spring in your heart.
It's spring now!

She's  standing in front of the mirror and looks at herself.
"So, here I am", she thinks."Hey... lady, where has the time gone?"

She often makes jokes about herself and her age. Others say she is still attractive and even young people feel attracted by her.... maybe because she has still a young soul, she is understanding, educated, chatty, a good listener and friend. She has a good feeling for people and her advises are in demand at her family, friends and colleagues.
 
She often feels melancholic or sad when she thinks about her life but she hides very well her feelings. Then she feels lonely even if she is surrounded by many people.
Nobody would believe she isn't happy. Nobody sees the tears in her eyes behind the mask. Ohhhh, she is good at pretending! .... She dances, she sings, tells jokes, laughs ... the full program of happiness. She plays a role like on a stage of a theater.

Too long time she stuck in family obligations ... just caring for others ... always ready to help. Does someone care for her? She isn't used to ask for help.

Often she thinks about to change her life completely but she is afraid to loose everything what she loves. The good advices what she gives to others ...she doesn't use them for herself.

She feels so active and alive, she wants still experience so much. The world is beautiful and many adventures and challenges wait still for her. She is curious and hungry for life ... yes... she isn't young anymore but she is still alive and she has still dreams. She is afraid to miss so much until she dies sometime.

But there isn't anyone who dreams the same dreams. Her husband loves his peace in front of the TV, sports and thrilling movies are his favorite broadcasts. Every day the same old routine. She knows she is the only one who can change everything but she doesn't do it.

The woman in front of the mirror sighs, wipes a tear from her cheeks and goes back to the daily routine...... 

Only silence around me.
No noise destroys the silence.
Silence hurts me,
forces me to think.
Damn silence!
My soul asks me who I am.
I don't know the answer.
Have I lost myself?
Lost myself on my way?
Am I innovative?
Am I self-confident?
Am I independent?
Free and liberal, as I wanted to be?
Am I all of that?
My soul, why do you ask me?
Do you have doubts!
Don't hurt ME!
Who am I?

Only questions around me.
Questions destroy the silence.
Questions annoy me.
I don't want to answer.
Damn questions!
They ask me who I am!
Why they do that?
I haven't lost myself.
I am on my way again!
With my own goals!
I will be innovative
and self-confident again.
I will be independent!
Free and liberal, that I want to be?
I will be all of that
My soul doesn't ask anymore.
I found myself in silence.
I am I.

The power of love

Longing becomes fulfillment.
Hope becomes certainty.
Loneliness becomes togetherness.
Two bodies becomes to one body.
Isolation becomes unity.
Feeling becomes passion.
Earth becomes heaven .
Sadness becomes happiness.
Doubt becomes trust.
Devil becomes angel.
Day becomes night and night becomes day.
Two hearts compose one song.
You get wings and your souls want to fly to the moon
You hold the stars in your hands.
Nobody can stop you.
There is no pain, no guilt,
only understanding and forgivness
You are strong and age becomes youth
Time stands still.
Only one heart and one soul ... nothing else.
Two hearts beat in the same tact
YOU and ME will end ... there is only: US

Dear friends and everyone who is interested in a discussion about an interesting subject.

Recently and by chance I have read following article "Why Solitude should be your fortitude". The meaning of this sentence was meant less as a question than as a statement ... the author referred to his own experiences.  

The author  wrote:

"I haven’t always felt this way; in fact I used to spend a lot of time hiding behind people and activities just so I wouldn’t have to be by myself. But getting older, I started to realize how much I enjoyed being alone. In not so many words, solitude became my solace from the world and I learned to embrace it. Those moments alone are where I began to learn the most about myself. Based on a multitude of experiences coming of age, I’ve started to realize how terrified most people are of being alone. And, honestly I don’t blame them, although it is not as scary as some think. I have definitely been there: latching on to people out of fear of having to confront my own boredom and insecurities. Not to say that’s the case for everyone, but typically people are afraid to face some form of themselves, good or bad, so we tend to use others as a distraction from that." ’ll admit it can be an extremely arduous task and I definitely understand why dealing with people who uplift you easily would be easier than confronting our own thoughts and feelings about ourselves.

I agree with him when he says: "Those moments alone are where I began to learn the most about myself."

I want to add something. It's my own experience. If you are able to enjoy and to embrace solitude from time to time, you recognize yourself.

You know? I am always sociable and I also have an open ear for others. I was( and I am still )  a good listener who can feel and understand the problems of others. I give clues and advices and everyone appreciate it but if I have to speak about my own needs then I am speechless silent...I hide myself. It's like as if I had a wall around my vulnerable soul. Nobody who knows me would think so because I am a perfect actress when I have to hide my own sadness.  
I look after that nobody takes a stone from the wall to look into.

My way to express my feelings is to write poems. It's my way to understand myself because I have to dig very deep inside me. To try finding the right words is it like a healing and recreation process because I have to express what I feel. Every single written word helps me to become more self-confident.

Don't understand me wrong, I am not a pessimist. I am optimistic, funny, realistic, social ... I think I am a normal person ... good mixed attitudes ... hahaha. My strenght is my weakness. Only if weare able to show weakness then we can be strong, too.
Only our lonely times give us the opportunity to recognize ourselves. Busy times or times where we are surrounded by people give us none time and muse to calm down and to feel ourselves.
Take some alone time, whether it be 10 minutes, 1 hour, 3 days, or an entire week, spend some time with you.  

What do you think? What are your experiences?  
When had you time to enjoy your own solitude?
 

Hey, look on this guy, he is cool,
He never wanted be like a fool.
He called himself as a punk,
he said things like love are just junk.

In love he would never believe,
that wasn't a goal to achieve.
No girl ever had gotten his heart,
to be tough was for him as an art,
 
Then he felt the kiss of someone.
First he thought about using a gun.
It was just his nose what she kissed,
but he felt he can never resist.

He felt how his brain was in fire
and how much his heart feels desire.
Her kiss gave his both eyes a gleam,
he thought it was only a dream.

But then as he opened his eyes,
he thought he had gotten a prize.
The prize was how she had kissed,
and he felt what he had so much missed.

Her kisses have been so explosive,
don't tell me that isn't a motive.
And now I will tell you a secret,
I don't know if you will believe it.

He changed his mind, that is cool.
No one will call him a fool.
The kiss of the fairy had made
That he never more will be afraid.

To love and to kiss is his goal,
he will find a nice girl with warm soul.
So you see, it is never to late.
Should I send to you too such a date?

It should be the best and most exciting day in her entire life.

Dressed up with a blood-red wedding dress, white roses decorating the skirt of her dress. She wears a red band in the hair and her feet stuck in red high heels.

How beautiful her white skin fits the red dress, her skinny arms are like porcelain.

She wants to be the most beautiful bride to him, she wants to seduce him with her appearance and her fragrance, the fragrance of her young virgin skin. She is very excited and she tries to imagine his face when he will see her. 

She met him just some weeks ago. Immediately, she was fascinated by him. His distinguished manners, his charming smile and his gloomy appearance surrounded him with secret charms. She couldn't resist his charm, it was like magic, always when she met him she was like in a dream. Her eyes in his eyes let her forget reality.

He had not waited for long to ask her to marry him and she agreed with pleasure. 

She wanted to invite all of her family and friends to accompany her but he disagreed and asked her to have an intimate wedding... just she and him. She wondered but then she agreed. She thinks to convince him to have a party later after their return from the honeymoon.

The last checking gaze into the mirror tells her she is ready.

A limousine has been arrived to pick her up, so she hurries downstairs.

She gets goosebumps at the sight of the black car in front of the front door. It's as if a veil of cold lays on her skin. She gets in and the door locks immediately with ghostly hands. She can't see the driver because behind him is a mirror with a black background. She sees her face, very pale now, her red-painted mouth seems very big and her eyes show a little fear. But then wins the anticipation to see her beloved groom.

The drive takes two hours, then the door opens in the same way as before and she notices the same cold shiver on her skin.

"Please wear this eye mask" she hears a voice and someone gives her a red mask to cover her eyes. "It's just a game", she thinks, "to make it more exciting". 

She obeys and someone leads her into a building, she assumes it is a church.

"Hi darling", she hears the voice of her groom and she feels his arms around her hips. "Are you ready to marry me?" "Oh my love, yes I am", she says but her voice shivers. "I was worried because of the strange circumstances under which I was picked up... Please may I remove the mask? "

"Dance with me with your mask", he said with a voice like an echo.

The music starts with a romantic tune and she lies in his arms. She feels his masculine arms around her. His breath touches her shoulder. It's like a fire that burns her skin. His body changes. There isn't a feeling of an alive man from meat and blood any more. The music sounds harder and faster now, the drums hurt her ears. 

Her heart feels as if it starts to freeze. In a wild panic, she tears down the mask.

She looks at her groom, her eyes are white open. There is a man, wearing a black coat. On his head a hood. But she doesn't recognize him. His face is just a skull and under the open coat nothing else than bones. His teeth seem to laugh evil laughter.

She pushes him away and tries to run away but she is unable to do it.

She cries as loud as she can.

She wakes up in her bed, sweat bathed she realizes it was just a nightmare.

Beatiful mother earth  

Above you the blue sky

White clouds show peace

Green madows and fields show peaceful landscapes

Ohhhh, what a deceptive peacefulness  !!!

Beautiful mother earth how much do you suffer?

Big head of stone .... the behaviour of mankind

Big head made by stone, holding from strong ropes

Old stability seems like ropes and iron bars, still support your neck

But time of indestructibility is over

Deep lines are already written like wrinkles in your face

First falling stones

Wake up mankind!!!

Don't see you how our mouth starts to eat ???

We bite piece for piece of our earth

Every piece fills our greedy stomach

We swallow and swallow

Our ears are filled with the dust of falling stones

We close our eyes because we don't want to see

Not see how we swallow the fields, madows, rivers and streets

Do we hope, what we don't see, smell and hear, does not happen?

There is also a big rocket inside of your heart

The ignition will do the rest if we don't care

Hate and prejudices rule the world

If there is a rest of seed of love

Let rise the white pigeons with seed of love in their beaks

To spread the seed everywhere

Here is my attempt and my lexical sets focused on travel to foreign countries

 I grew up in former East Germany (GDR). I think, many people around the world know a little about the history of Germany, especially about the both states GDR ( German Democratic Republic) and FRG (Federal Republic of Germany).
During the years of the existence of divided Germany it wasn't allowed for citizens of GDR to travel where ever they wanted. So we had the permisson to visit only socialistic countries, to Poland, the former Czechoslovakia, USSR, Romania, Hungaria... for example.  
After the fall of the wall between the both German countries was it possible to travel around the world.
So I did. My first trip took me to Austria. It was very exciting and I enjoyed this trip.
My second journey took me to Tunisia. It was very interesting to experience a very different culture and society. In the first years I traveled with my husband, later we traveled with friends and we met many people from different countries, learned much about others and even about ourselves. Traveling is a very good opportunity to understand the differences but also the commonalities between people from different countries with different habits, traditions and life attitudes. We visited Egypt twice, the Dominican Republic twice, Cyprus, Crete ( island of Greece ), Fuerteventura, Gran Canaria ( islands of Spain ), Morocco, Bali ( Indonesia ), Thailand, Sri Lanka twice, Italy several times. Last year ( 2016 ) I visited India and 2017 I'm going to visit Thailand the second time. Traveling is very exciting and forming. It develops our mind and we see the world around us with open eyes and open heart. We are able to fight with good arguments when we discuss with "stupid" people which are full of prejudices.ormer East Germany (GDR). I think, many people around the

 I have written following poem but I haven't a good title for it, yet.

Can you help me, please ?????  I ask you for a funny proposal. 

If I get more than only one proposal, then I will chose the funniest one.

Thank you in advance!!!

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Blackout with pure pleasure

Jerome, a famous movie star
has drank much beer there in a bar.
His wife, she was alone at home,
was waiting long for her Jerome.

He drank too much, so he got drunk,
and quickly to the ground he sank.
"Mixologist, don't call my wife,
because I want to stay alive!"

Just call for me an ambulance,
maybe I can so keep my chance.
My chance to making her confused,
maybe her anger will be mused.

I use my time to think about
how to explain her my blackout.
I really don't want her to swing
and beats me with her rolling pin.

If she me on the gurney sees,
with bleeding wounds there on my knees,
Maybe she thinks I had a crash
and maybe even just a clash."

Although he had not earned it,
his wife, she was concerned a bit.
From hospital she picked him up,
but then she said to him:"Shut up!"

Because he had a clever wife
who knows how to avoid a strife.
She did avoid that neighbors grin,
what her man did, was not a sin.

He only is a man, so weak
at least he needs some beer a week.
He never can resist the lure
to drink a beer, it's pleasure pure.

 
Here in Germany many people have a garden at a garden colony. Colony means in that case there are many gardens at the same area. One garden is next the other. All gardens are connected throug narrow ways. You can go on a stroll around those garden colonies, then you have the opportunity to see all the different concepts how people form their gardens. No garden is equal to others.
 


The tradition of those gardens here in Germany is already very old but for some years it wasn't modern anymore to farm such a garden ... especially for young people. Later people have changed again their mind and nowadays people appreciate it again to grow their own vegetables and to harvest own fruits.
In my garden I plant and sow tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, green beans, strawberries, kohlrabi, radishes, parsley, celery and cauliflower. Also some herbals as there are mint, thyme, borretsch, sage and others more. There are also fruit trees in my garden and berry bushes.
My garden isn't large, so I don't have many trees and bushes but it's enough for me, my husband, our kids and grandchidren.
We have trees with sweet cherries and sour cherries, peaches, apricots, berry bushes with gooseberries, black and red currants, elder, grapes and raspberries.

 
 

 

 And of course we have many different flowers and green plants.
 
 
 

 

 
 
 

A little pond with fishes, water lilies and some other water plants, sorrounded by green plants and grass, is a perfect place where we relax after gardening. The fishes in the pond come to the pond edge and nibble on my fingers, while I feed them.

 

We have had already many parties and barbecues at garden, with our family and friends. It's always a big fun for everyone.

There is even a small furnished wooden "house" where we can go when it rains outside. It's only one single room, a combination of sitting room and a kitchen. Even a small toilet is next to the house in a shed where we have our tools for gardening. It' only for every cases ... hahaha.
 


We eat the vegetables when it's ripe. I freeze the herbs for the winter, or I dry it. So we have also mint tea in winter, even it isn't fresh mint tea anymore. It's self made and so we know what we drink. The same with self dried herbs, it's organic. As you can imagine, nobody can eat the fruits of a tree at once. So we eat what we can. From the rest I produce jam and jelly, juice and liquor. So we have still something in winter and waiting for spring isn't so tough.

Just a boffola?
A very funny deipnosophist
was working as a columnist.
His name was Aron-Asimoto,
he called himself "The couch potato".

A dry run or a rehearsal,
was used by him as dispersal.
To screw up that was not his way
not even not for just to play.

As mister of the universe,
he loved a very pretty nurse.
He loved her on a wobbly gurney,
and felt like on a crazy journey.

Someone had stolen his beretta,
and he was calling for vendetta.
His weapon was a rolling pin,
so he was not about to win.

Why was he not about to win?
Because he hit just his own chin.
He quickly lost his consciousness
haha, his own thankfulness!!!

To lose his own consciousness
the result of his foolishness.
It made him sleeping like a lock,
until he heard the morning clock.  

When he woke up with heavy head,
he was afraid of being dead.
When he realized he was alive,
he danced with the nurse a jive.

They danced fast and at the end
they called the mixologist, a friend.
But he brought just a KEG, to drink
a jar of beer for me to think.

And if you don't like my poem,
that's your only problem.
If you don't like it, so don't read.
Maybe is humor not your need.

There was a man and his name was John. He was 30 years old at that time of my story.                       
I am sure, if COUCH POTETO or  MOUSE POTETO were professions, John would have had been one of the people with one of that kind of professions. John has lived in a big house. He has left the house very seldom. He wasn't that communicative, what means he wasn't a DEIPNOSOPHIST.

John has loved his big house with air condition inside and a TRANSOM outside.
Sometimes friends has visited him, all of them has been as boring as he was, too.
Neither John nor one of his friends had ever had been married; in fact, no one of them had ever had been in love or even on a date.

John has known one of his friends for more than 10 years.
The said friend, named Peter, had a sister.
At that time she was 25 years old and her name was Mary. She has known John too and she liked him. But she has known that John used to spend all his time in front of his computer or TO SLEEP LIKE A LOK. John has thought, Mary was a knockout and he asked her out.

Well, I have bad news. The date was a catastrophe. I will tell you why.

John was waiting for Mary at a bar and he had already ordered a drink. The bar was a well-known and famous student bar. On the wall has hung a few MORTARBOATS, decorated with its LIRIPIPES, and some diplomas. It has belonged to the owners of the bar, a MIXOLOGIST, and his wife, she has been the chef.

Oh sorry...  I am afraid I am going to lose the thread of history... lol !
So I want to go on telling you what has happened with John and Mary.
             
As I told you, John has been in the bar long before Mary wanted to appear. He was too excited about the date and wanted to have a second drink to calm down a little. He wanted only a glass of beer but the big barrel was empty and the bartender has pretended as if the beer was out. Just a last KEG was left and that he had saved already for himself. So John has ordered a drink with lemon juice and Russian wodka. He has thought about Mary and begun to FLIP OVER. He was upset by the bartender and has started a discussion about sence and nonsense of drinking alcohol during the working time.

The discussion has been hot and at the end John has had the impression that the barkeeper maybe has gotten a MORONITY ... but nevertheless he was keeping to give the bartenderTHE SILENT TREATMENT.

During the discussion John has forgotten the date with Mary and he has started to drink more and more... and he hasn't realized that he has started TO SREW UP.
At the end he was drunk like a pig and he has insulted other guests.
On of them has been so angry and has began a brawl with John.

Now it has been enough for the owner of the bar. The proprietress of the bar has came with a ROLLING PIN and has separated the streithons from each other.
What a bad luck for John because right the moment when he has realized that Mary was standing in the door, the owner has hit him on the head and he lost his concious.

He has waked up on a GURNEY at the hospital and Mary had left.
She has left also a little piece of paper with a note on his forehead. There has been written: Your behaviour has been neither a DRY RUN for a date nor a HYPNOBATIA, it has been only embarrassing and ridiculous and it wasn't able  TO AGGRANDIZE your value.


Mary never more has gone on a date with John anymore.

And if you are hinking now my story is just  A BOFFOLA, then you are right ... or maybe not? Who knows!!!

Use a knife
 
protect your teeth

 



 

It's better, to have some pages of toilet paper instead only a roll.

Better being full and happy, than and hungry .and lonely...
 
feed me, I'm a starving Trash bin

 

Mens  dream and mens needs ... just a single plasic bag...
 


Better hang in a frame than to be hung up.

We catch your face
 

Better to use a clothespin than to do nothing to ask her to marry you.

(Just a funny poem by using uncommon  words like: Mixologist, Rolling pin, gurney )

( I beg everyone: don't take it as serious, it's just a joke !!! )

Just a funny poem

Jerome, a famous movie star
has drank much beer there in a bar.
His wife, she was alone at home,
was waiting long for her Jerome.

He drank too much, so he got drunk,
and quickly to the ground he sank.
"Mixologist, don't call my wife,
because I want to stay alive!"

Just call for me an ambulance,
maybe I can so keep my chance.
My chance of making her confused,
maybe her anger will be mused.

I use my time to think about
how to explain her my blackout.
I really don't want her to swing
and beats me with her rolling pin.

If she me on the gurney sees,
with bleeding wounds there on my knees,
Maybe she thinks I had a crash
and maybe even just a clash."

Although he had not earned it,
his wife, she was concerned a bit.
From hospital she picked him up,
but then she said to him:"Shut up!"

Because he had a clever wife
who knows how to avoid a strife.
She did avoid that neighbors grin,
what her man did, was not a sin.

He only is a man, so weak
at least he needs some beer a week.
He never can resist the lure
to drink a beer, it's pleasure pure.

Mixologist: is a person who is skilled at mixing cocktails and other drinks ... ( in a bar ... for example).

Rolling pin: is a cylinder rolled over pastry or dough to flatten or shape it.

Gurney:     is a wheeled stretcher used for transporting hospital patients.