Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 349 & Part 350

Today is Sunday, the 30th of March 2025.

Some vampire bit my neck, one of the penguins complained.

Must have been one of the bats, speculated one of the snails.

What are S - nails?, one of the many chicks wanted to know.

I think one of the mosquitos bit the penguin's neck, one of the fourteen caterpillars added to the feeling of riring nonsense.

And a group of thirty crickets played their fiddles without fiddling about.

And so thirty crickets joined the twenty-two mosquitos, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford in June"

Bromford in June
A shade veranda
Under Sunday blue sky
Bromford in June
And cousin Miranda
Is making a blueberry pie


I can hear the clock inside, a-ticking and a-tocking
Everything is peacefully dandy
I can can see your granny 'cross the street still a rocking
Watching all the neighbours go by, oh

Bromford in June
Sweet oleander
Blowing perfume in the air
Up jumps the moon
To make it so much grander
It's paradise honey
Brother, take my advice
Nothing's half as nice as Bromford in June

"Bromford (Angel)"

Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
Will you be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I′m just a fool,
A fool in love with you.

Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
The one I adore,
Love you forever
And evermore.
I'm just a fool,
A fool in love with you.


I fell for you
And I knew
The vision of your love, loveliness.
I hope and I pray
That someday
I′ll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

Oh, Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
Please be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I'm just a fool,
A fool in love with you.

I fell for you
And I knew
The vision of your loveliness.
I hope and pray
That someday
That I'll be the vision of your happiness.


Oh, Bromford Angel,
Bromford Angel,
Please be mine?
My darling dear,
Love you all the time.
I′m just a fool,
A fool in love with you

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 347 & Part 348

Today is Saturday, the 22nd of March 2025.

Winter is over, springtime is here, moaned one of the penguins, and we still cannot fly and don't know where to go.

Shhh, hoo-hooed the tawny owl, I have got a headache and I cannot hear my own thoughts.

That is not me, the penguin kept on complaining, that's those mosquitos deefening buzzing.

And so twenty-two mosquitos joined the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

 

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"Over Bromford"

Am I the hawk? Am I the dove?
The vulture swooping down from above?
Am I the drone, circling high
Whirring tuneless, pie-eyed in the sky?

Angry gods of retribution
Driving hate without solution
City, home to all who came and ever will

Long lost tribes, invaders of old
Staking their claim to spiritual gold
Layers of antiquity buried below
Each with a sad tale to better not know

There is no time for meditation
Pause for thought or hesitation
Set in stone, firm pledges to fulfil
Angry gods of retribution
Driving hate without solution
City, home to all who came and ever will

Rocks upon rocks
Ashes on ashes
Bagels and lox
Warak dawali
Divisible loaves
Two fish from the Galilee
As friends sit and dine
Take water and wine

I walk the cobbled alleys nervously
Soldier girls, soldier boys stare at me
Down the line, out of time, switch alliance in my mind

I walk the cobbled alleys nervously
Soldier girls and soldier boys stare at me
Down the line, out of time, switch alliance in my mind

Am I the hawk? Am I the dove?
The vulture swooping down from above?
Am I the drone, circling high
Whirring tuneless, pie-eyed in the sky?

There is no time for meditation
Pause for thought or hesitation
Set in stone, firm pledges to fulfil
Angry gods of retribution
Driving hate without solution
City, home to all who came and ever will
But I never will

I'm not over Bromford
Bromford

"Bromford In Love"

Bromford in love
Writes 69 cantos
For melancholy brunettes and
Sad women

The breeze carries salt
And sipping milky broth
He cast his gaze towards the sea out
The Winnebago


As if the sea had bore her to be
An ideal woman
She came to him from the water like Venus
From a shell

Singing his name with all the sweetness
Of a mother
Leaving him breathless and then
Drowned

Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford

Bromford and German Shepherd / Bon Printemps, Bon Printemps …

 

There is a chill creeping up my spine.

I am feeling kind of exposed, like I am sitting with the back to an open door that leads to a dark dungeon made of long and winding cellar hallways.

I am feeling watched like someone was in the room with me, someone or something invisible I cannot see.

But that is the point with invisibility, that you cannot see invisible things and beings, isn't it? What about fear? Can you see fear? Can you picture or personalize it?

There is nothing to fear but fear itself . I have a bad feeling about this. A bad feeling about this fear?

»Wow, dude«, the llama is disturbing and interrupting my unsettling train of thoughts with a loud entrance into the living-room of our penthouse on the roof and above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. »Why are you posting again? And what is that Nazi dog doing in the hallway?«

I am shaking my head closing the laptop. Maybe the time for writing subtile sentences and stories about fear and creepy thrilling feelings has gone by, is yet to come or simply not now.

»That is a Germany Shepherd, animal«, I say, »not necessarily a Nazi dog. Dogs are men's best friends and oldest companions. Domestication of dogs dates back more than 14,000 years ago deep into the Stone Age of the human race.«

»That's history, dude«, the llama is lying down on a reproachfully squeaking couch after a running jump. »And when did you humans domesticate the glorious llama race to herd your sheep?«

»Let me think about it«, I say. »That was like… NEVER! That never happened. It's because of reliability or something like that, camelid.«

»OK, and why are you posting on a Thursday again, dude?«

I take in a deep breath.

»It's because I want to celebrate not only the phases of the moon, especially the full-moons, but all kinds of terrestrial cycles, like the four seasons for example.«

»Four Seasons?« The llama is kicking some cushions on the couch with two of its four leags. »Like the Four Seasons Hotels and Resorts,the luxury hotel chain?«

»I don't know how you know about hotels and resorts. And the answer is NO. I am talking about the four earthly seasons like spring, summer, autumn and winter. I want to wish you and all the readers a good springtime which starts today in the Northern hemisphere.

Bon printemps, bon printemps!«

»Whatever floats your boat, dude«, the llama says, »Or do you say, whatever floods your boat? And why are you writing about eerie things or invisible beings watching you? Doesn't that feeling fit better in the darker seasons like fall or winter?«

»Maybe I have watched to many dark and creepy television series lately«, I murmur.

»We are all in the night country now«, the llama says mysteriously. »But me as your bestest animal companion you have ever had and that knows you better than you sometimes know yourself I sense another reason why you are feeling watched from the darkness of the hallway.«

»Really?« I ask sceptically. »And what is your guess, animal?«

»You are afraid of the Shepherd dog in the hallyway«, the llama cannot hide a giggle in its voice. »And you don't know how to get past it or rid of it.«

»OK«, I say, »I give up. You got me. I thought a watchdog was a good idea. But good old Brownie out there will not stop barking and growling at me once I try to leave the living-room for the kitchen, the bath or the bedrooms. He just won't let me pass.«

»Well, well, well«, the llama has jumped up to all four legs. »I will go out and talk to him. But from now on you owe me.«

»That's exactly what I was also afraid of«, I whisper to myself opening the laptop again.

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Today, is Thursday, the 20th of March 2025.
Bon printemps, bon printemps…

Bromford and Duck …

 

»Back to business«, I am grinning. »I brought you another candidate for the new animal companion in my life, animal.«

»Business? Back to business? You are so mean, dude. You are the devil in Bromford disguise.«

»I don't know what you are talking about, llammy. I think this is the perfect companion for me and replacement for you. Look at this cute little DUCKling. Look how it is watching you.«

»How rude, how cruel, you human torturer of poor llama souls. You know very well about my Anatidaephobie. I have talked about it over and over again throughout the long years of our acquaintance. Take this thing out of the penthouse. Take this thing back to Baltimore …«

»Anti… what?«

»Anatidaephobia! It is the fear that a DUCK may be watching you. The term comes from the Greek word “anatidae,” which means “swan, DUCKS, or geese,” and “phobos,” which means “fear.”«

»Ah, come on, animal. You are making that one up. Are you inventing phobias or diseases now to make yourself important or maybe to make me let you stay as my animal companion?«

»No! No! No! Anatidaephobia is the fear of constantly being watched by DUCKS.«

»Animal-related phobias can be very challenging«, I am stroking my chin taking on my most doctor or psychiatrist like face and behaviour, »but options such as mindful breathing or exposure therapy may help you cope.«

»Leave me alone, dude. Let me go!«

As the animal is trying to leave the living room of the penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building at 666, Whitaker Lane in Bromford the friendly town by the bay and seaside I am picking up the DUCK holding it in the llama's direction.

»No! No! No!«

Now the animal is running towards the open glasdoor to the roof terrace.

»Come on, llammy. Cuddle the little DUCKling. Let it ride on your back. Make it your friend. This is how exposure works.«

As I do so the DUCK is spreading its wings and flying away through the open sliding door into the springy sky above the town.

The llama is cowering behind the curtain next to the big window now all shivering and sobbing.

»You can come out now, llama«, I say feeling kind of guilty all of a sudden. »I didn't know that you are taking this phobia thing so serious. I was just a little joke. I found that DUCK on the bricked fish pont on our roof terrace this morning. It was kind of exhausted and looked possibly injured. I took it inside to give it some rest and to see if I had take it to a vet.«

»That wasn't nice, dude. Not nice. And obviously it wasn't injured or sick at all as quick it was leaving this place. Not nice. Not nice.«

Cautiously it is coming towards me with hanging head and finally breathing gently down my hand.

»But do you know what I liked about this situation, dude?«

I am slightly petting the curly hair on the llama's  forehead, now.

»What did you like, animal?«

»You«, the llama shouts bouncing up and down and towards the kitchen, »you calling me llammy.«

And as I hear the animal opening and plundering the refridgerator I murmer to myself, »I'm sorry, llammy, it won't happen again.«

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Today is Tuesday, the 18th of March 2025.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 345 & Part 346 / Worm Moon ...

 Today is Friday, the 14th of March 2025.

One day our little caravan arrived at a construction site where once used to be a small forest.

Where are all the other animals? asked one little chick.

Do you mean The Animals of Farthing Wood? asked one of the bats.

When the animals left the wood…, a snail began a sentence but never got to finish it because a group of fourteen green caterpillars looped and linched between the building site's crawlers, cranes and bulldozers.

I see no life in this desert of concrete, hoo-hooed the little tawny owl. Maybe you should come with us, caterpillars, before a construction equipment manufacturing corporation steals your name.

And so fourteen caterpillars joined the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford"

Bien sûr, ce n'est pas la Seine
Ce n'est pas le bois de Vincennes
Mais c'est bien joli tout de même
À Bromford, à Bromford
Pas de quais et pas de rengaines
Qui se lamentent et qui se traînent
Mais l'amour y fleurit quand même
À Bromford, à Bromford

Ils savent mieux que nous, je pense
L'histoire de nos rois de France
Herman, Peter, Helga et Hans
À Bromford
Et que personne ne s'offense
Mais les contes de notre enfance
"Il était une fois" commence
À Bromford

Bien sûr nous, nous avons la Seine
Et puis notre bois de Vincennes
Mais Dieu que les roses sont belles
À Bromford, à Bromford
Nous, nous avons nos matins blêmes
Et l'âme grise de Verlaine
Eux c'est la mélancolie même
À Bromford, à Bromford

Quand ils ne savent rien nous dire
Ils restent là à nous sourire
Mais nous les comprenons quand même
Les enfants blonds de Bromford
Et tant pis pour ceux qui s'étonnent
Et que les autres me pardonnent
Mais les enfants ce sont les mêmes
À Paris ou à Bromford

Ô faites que jamais ne revienne
Le temps du sang et de la haine
Car il y a des gens que j'aime
À Bromford, à Bromford
Et lorsque sonnerait l'alarme
S'il fallait reprendre les armes
Mon cœur verserait une larme
Pour Bromford, pour Bromford

Mais c'est bien joli tout de même
À Bromford, à Bromford
Et lorsque sonnerait l'alarme
S'il fallait reprendre les armes
Mon cœur verserait une larme
Pour Bromford, pour Bromford

"Walk To Bromford (Sucker Reprise)"

If I walk to Bromford
'Cause my feet, oh, god, are sore, but I show them
I've got a girl in my pocketbook
And some proverbs that's gonna take it, take it there

Books and killing, and something's happening
I'm property of my family

And Gideon tell me where to go
I'm gonna show, break down your father's altar and meal

Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig
Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig, do a jig

If I walk to Bromford
I'm gonna pass that turquoise lady in her new
Nike flats and something's flat
I said, "I need size ten thousand for my ass, yes"

Do a jig, do a jig, make 'em laugh
Do a jig, do a jig, hey, make 'em laugh

'Cause he won't be coming back
Said he won't be coming back

If I make the golden hordes and the Lord needs men
He needs good men
The Lord needs the U.S. Marines
I said I got 'em numbers in my sheep machine
I got me an electric sheep machine that

Do a jig, do a jig, do a jig
Let me plague myself with the West in his head
I said do a jig, make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh
Make 'em laugh, just make them laugh

'Cause he won't be coming back
'Cause he won't be coming back
Said he won't be coming back

The drinking test is p-p-puzzling
The drinking test is puzzling, Marcel
For those that laughed are described both as drinking as a dog
Drinking as a dog face, they say, was misplaced
We wonder whether the Lord chose a few good men
Whether the Lord chose the U.S. Marines

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I need a worm, Twenty-Five the little tawny owl thought, I am so hungry.

But all he got was a moon disguised as a big, round and yellow pancake.

Worm Moon

Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 343 & Part 344

 

Today is Thursday, the 6th of March 2025.

Oh, no, said Twenty-Five the little tawny owl, looks like we are finally stuck for good here in that small Mexican city on Federal Highway 2 that is called like a religious structure for sacrifices or offerings.

You mean because we can only travel at nights because of you and the bats?, asked one of the hardly hatched chicks.

No, no, no, he means we are stuck because of the penguins that can only waddle around, added one of the little red birds.

No, I think he means we are slowing you all down because we are snails and can only move in slowmotion, said one of the newly arrived snails. But that is only a false rumour. And we are no normal snails. We are racing snails. Wait and see.

And so six snails joined the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds and the one little tawny owl…

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"Corner Of The Bromford"

Little darlin' don't you see the sun is shining
Just for you, only today
If you hurry you can get a ray on you
Come with me, just to play

Like every humming bird and bumblebee
Every sunflower, cloud and every tree
I feel so much a part of this
Nature's got me high and it's beautiful
I'm with this deep eternal universe from death until rebirth

This corner of the Bromford is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers splay
On the face of it I'm blessed when the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me

So inspired of that there's nothing left to do or say
Think I'll dream, 'til the stars shine
The wind it whispers and the clouds don't seem to care
And I know inside that it's all mine

It's the chorus of the breakin' dawn
The mist that comes before the sun is born
To a hazy afternoon in May
Nature's got me high and it's so beautiful, yeah yeah
I'm with this deep eternal universe from death until rebirth

You know that, this corner of the Bromford is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers splay
On the face of it I'm blessed when the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me

La-la-la la, la-la-la la, la-la-la la

This corner of the Bromford is like me in many ways
I can sit for hours here and watch the emerald feathers splay
On the face of it I'm blessed when the sunlight comes for free
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
Hey, I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me
I know this corner of the Bromford, it smiles at me

"Bromford Boy"

A monk with a hard-on and a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs through the hat that he strode
As he follows a path filled with every desire
And mimics his footsteps and sets his prayers on fire

Well I too have chosen that which left no choice
To sing without loving, a solitary voice
To observe with passion each careful denial:
The protrusions which give my life meaning for a while

Sometimes I see you in berries and weeds
You're brushing your teeth with liquorice seeds
Standing too close, pulling your clothes
Smiling at God and the meaning of life grows

No and I'll never tell and I'll never know
What candles you light after the show
And I'll never tell and I'll never ask
The meaning of life after mass

Bromford and Wolf …

 

As the month of March marches on it arrives in a Monday of roses.

🎵 Wanna lay you down on a bed of roses. 🎵

»Stop singing, animal Jon Bon.«

»Why so serious, dude? Today is Rose-Monday, the highlight of the Klingon Karneval which takes place on the Shrove Monday before Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent.«

»Those are a lot of strange words you are using and a lot of stange days you are talking about. But at least this explains why you are dressed up like a wolf, llama.«

»Do you like my carnival costume, dude?«

»Looks quite realistic, one way or another. Just don't run into angry and armed farmers or hunters.«

»Come on, Brommy. Lift the corners of your mouth. This is going to be fun. Try to enjoy it as a little light up in these darkening world and times.«

»Not a big fan of organised fun and pseudo-militaristic march music and lockstep parades. Always feel those beating bass drum deep down to my guts.«

»Speaking of guts. You will love the day between Rose-Monday and Ash Wednesday, dude.«

»Freaky Friday?«

»No, much better. It's Fat Tuesday, dude!«

»Oi, I'm out! Wake me up when September ends.«

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Today is Monday, the 3rd of March 2025.

Bromford and Zebra ...

 

»Is it black with white stripes or is it white with black stripes?«

»Again, my dear llama«, I am all and personified politeness today, »I don't know what you are talking about. But please try to behave. We are having a guest for carnival this year.«

The llama is rolling its eyes.

»More like impersonated politeness, dude. Carnival? You mean like Mardi Gras? Feels more like carnivores all around us, dude. And I am talking about the greatest secret of zebras of all time, of course. Black with white stripes or white with black stripes? And? And? And? What is it? What is it? What is it?«

»Kylie called from the North Pole the other day.«

»Are you trying to change subjects here, dude?«

»No way, animal. She said they discovered a very rare species of zebras at the North Pole.«

»No way, dude. Sounds so very interesting. I can't wait till you tell me all about it.«

»Stop sounding so sarcastic, animal! The snow zebra - and stop rolling your eyes, yes that's what it's called - the snow zebra is white with white stripes. That's why it wasn't discovered until recently. It was all to well hidden in all that ice and snow at the North Pole.«

»I think you wrote about those animals before in this little, shabby blockblog of yours, human. And what does your guest, this other zebra think about all of this?«

»What zebra, animal?«

»The one with the four legs and the pyjamas over there, dude.«

»Oh, you mean my guest for carinval this year, animal? But that's no zebra. That is only a disguise. And a very good one if you don't recognize it. That is a pony dressed up like a prisoner in…«

»… black and white striped pyjamas.«

More eyes rolling and they would plop out of the llama's face and head.

»Ha, ha. What a joke - NOT. Ta, ta. Ta, ta. Ta, ta. Let the fanfares roll!«

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Today is Saturday, the 1st of March 2025.