I should've gone spinning this morning but I stayed in bed with a hot water bottle on my right shoulder and a bowl of weetabix with almond milk as I've found that cows milk gives me enormous devil's horns and my left knee wobbles in the wind.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Scattered Teeth Amongst The Stars - Short Story
I once stepped into a puddle with flip flops on and a purple head popped out of an empty tin of chick peas which was leant against a disused mattress and said "do you mind I'm trying to get to sleep in here". I apologised and scattered my teeth amongst the stars.
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Got a Two Minute Candy Crush On You - Surreal Poetry
Got a two minute candy crush on you
The mystery of life is about to expire
Blinkered creative keepers show little vision
Got a two minute candy crush on you
Spoon fed and on lockdown
Large red ears brings about mania
You call this progress
Knock, knock, your roof needs fixing
Cheeks bounce off the floor with the rubber legs
How did you get to know my number
Everyone points their finger at America
Too busy recording life to experience it
Do not share my data with my puppet-master
I pretend to play my ukulele along to the stones
There isn't enough of Anne Robinson on TV
I found the Friday feeling in an empty bottle of Tabasco
What is the big prize today?
The house is falling apart at the seems
A cross section came into town
Stand still with bent shapes of the mouth
This is an unusual understatement
My final resting place that nobody sees
by Sam Freek
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The mystery of life is about to expire
Blinkered creative keepers show little vision
Got a two minute candy crush on you
Spoon fed and on lockdown
Large red ears brings about mania
You call this progress
Knock, knock, your roof needs fixing
Cheeks bounce off the floor with the rubber legs
How did you get to know my number
Everyone points their finger at America
Too busy recording life to experience it
Do not share my data with my puppet-master
I pretend to play my ukulele along to the stones
There isn't enough of Anne Robinson on TV
I found the Friday feeling in an empty bottle of Tabasco
What is the big prize today?
The house is falling apart at the seems
A cross section came into town
Stand still with bent shapes of the mouth
This is an unusual understatement
My final resting place that nobody sees
by Sam Freek
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Author: Sam Freek
Monday, March 26, 2018
The Bus Journey - Surreal Poetry
30p for a cuppa tea is not bad
Limo drives into the shallow pool
I feel sorry for the cat
Abrasive rhythms touch the senses
This is how the summer starts
Amber light and I salute the window
Aunt Alma has been left on the shelf
There's a long trail behind him
I woke up at 7 this morning
Why didn't I just stay up
Paid to cruise around parked cars
Saturday night wear for Monday morning
Where does the broken arm fit in
There's nobody on that bus
Recovery after 24 hours
Cemented into this futile place
When was Claires birthday party?
You were too stressed and let the cat out
It was a good doo, the full Monty
Culpableness is heard in your alibi
I've just seen a milkman
Filthy 50, filthy 50, filthy 50
Have I told you how near we are
Theme tune to 70s TV show causes concern
Take me below the red line
by Sam Freek
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Author: Sam Freek
Limo drives into the shallow pool
I feel sorry for the cat
Abrasive rhythms touch the senses
This is how the summer starts
Amber light and I salute the window
Aunt Alma has been left on the shelf
There's a long trail behind him
I woke up at 7 this morning
Why didn't I just stay up
Paid to cruise around parked cars
Saturday night wear for Monday morning
Where does the broken arm fit in
There's nobody on that bus
Recovery after 24 hours
Cemented into this futile place
When was Claires birthday party?
You were too stressed and let the cat out
It was a good doo, the full Monty
Culpableness is heard in your alibi
I've just seen a milkman
Filthy 50, filthy 50, filthy 50
Have I told you how near we are
Theme tune to 70s TV show causes concern
Take me below the red line
by Sam Freek
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Author: Sam Freek
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Sunday, March 25, 2018
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Friday, March 23, 2018
Im In A Trance - Orange Abstract Digital Painting
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I'm In A Trance - Abstract Digital Painting |
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Large orange abstract digital painting by Sam Freek |
This orange abstract digital painting is available in various sizes and can be delivered anywhere in this big old world of ours. If you have any questions about this artwork or any other digital painting you see on my website (www.didgiwidgi.co.uk) then please feel free to contact me, Sam Freek - The Artist.
Author: Sam Freek
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Twice The Fun - Purple Abstract Digital Painting
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Twice The Fun - Abstract Digital Painting by Sam Freek |
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Purple, Pink and Blue Abstract Digital Painting |
What is a Digital Painting I hear you say? Well, it is an art form whereby traditional painting techniques are used by means of a computer or tablet and stylus using software. Sounds pretty good right? Well, it is ha ha, I love digitally painting and I am always amazed with the outcome of my work and the colours I can incorporate.
This digital painting is available in various sizes and can be delivered anywhere in this big old world of ours, all artwork is carefully packaged and sent fully tracked via Fedex, UPS or Royal Mail. If you have any questions regarding this abstract painting or any other artwork you have seen on my website (www.didgiwidgi.co.uk) then please feel free to contact me, Sam Freek - The Artist.
Roger dilly dodger, over and out!
Author: Sam Freek
Hiding In Your Head Tent - Surreal Poetry
Hiding In Your Head Tent
Sound off into the future minds of political double talk
Your self admiration flourishes with a benign performance
Out pops the larger than life person with a monkey on their back
Levitate with me across the misty waters of the Calder
Eyes wide open waiting to receive the first cerebral input
Dont you ever stop taking photos of yourself
Romancing will never unite you with the chips cooked in lard
Hiding in your head tent you give yourself a hug
Transferring anger into zeros and ones
Never mince the truth with a troubled alien
Having seen the code of the unborn ceremonies
You vanish forever down the frozen isle of the supermarket
Author: Sam Freek
Sound off into the future minds of political double talk
Your self admiration flourishes with a benign performance
Out pops the larger than life person with a monkey on their back
Levitate with me across the misty waters of the Calder
Eyes wide open waiting to receive the first cerebral input
Dont you ever stop taking photos of yourself
Romancing will never unite you with the chips cooked in lard
Hiding in your head tent you give yourself a hug
Transferring anger into zeros and ones
Never mince the truth with a troubled alien
Having seen the code of the unborn ceremonies
You vanish forever down the frozen isle of the supermarket
Author: Sam Freek
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Harold and His One Eye - Surreal Poetry
Harold and His One Eye
This is not a hideaway
Flattering murmurs hound me
Slip, slipping away from the lucky one
A superb salary raise brings fruitful samples
Flicking from one to the other brings joy
I was seen in the sunshine gathering logical whimsical memories
Last inspiration of the day dances
You win some, you lose some
Remedy channel on the window hidden from view
Admiring the shrieks from Harold and his one eye
No more additions to the recipe from now on
Identify yourself before you stand back in place
I can only count to 10 before its all yours again
Everybody
Nobody
Body, body
Flip, flop
Author: Sam Freek
This is not a hideaway
Flattering murmurs hound me
Slip, slipping away from the lucky one
A superb salary raise brings fruitful samples
Flicking from one to the other brings joy
I was seen in the sunshine gathering logical whimsical memories
Last inspiration of the day dances
You win some, you lose some
Remedy channel on the window hidden from view
Admiring the shrieks from Harold and his one eye
No more additions to the recipe from now on
Identify yourself before you stand back in place
I can only count to 10 before its all yours again
Everybody
Nobody
Body, body
Flip, flop
Author: Sam Freek
Monday, March 19, 2018
Contemporary Urban Photography - The Strange & The Unusual
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Abstract Urban Photography - The Strange The Unusual by Sam Freek |
The Ecstatic Law Abiding Lemon
No tips for the special goals you create
Your warbling shows your intentions
Standing still for 12 minutes
Fragments are revealed as the clock ticks
Bringing your joyous entourage home
Let me tell you whats good for you
Shouting the vision from the pinnacle
Its the grim reality of the fifty percent
You can never have too much yellow
I walk for a subway and I'm hit by static electricity
Twisting my face into a padded chamber
You rescue me and I am saved
Tangled in the personality of my youth
I only need an ecstatic law abiding lemon
Your response is too slow and you fade away
A melodic experience carries me along to the spaceship heads
Author: Sam Freek
Entrance - Urban Photography
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Entrance - Urban Photography by Sam Freek |
Reflections of Miss Prudence
The woman with the jam jars bumped into me
Half of my head belonged to the bystander
Not long to go now
I find new verve from discarded items
The soles of my feet pushed against the clouds
A face appears covered in a street map
Hold onto my hook
All that's missing is his golden Mustang
Overpowered by the taste of the 70s
A shared diary filled with mediocrity
It has been misplaced
The rat race ends with a spam email
Thoughts were left unturned and in reverse
In my reflection I could see Miss Prudence
We are an all inclusive
The old hat brings about a rapacious end
Author: Sam Freek