In Peace at Christmas

With this card I like to wish all of you Happy Xmas and thank you for the year 2014.

Please don’t make any changes to this card. Use it as it is.

To this card you are allowed to add your own wishes.

I am publishing this blog post in good time if any of you likes to use my free Xmas cards this year. You can watch the video I uploaded to YouTube last Christmas. There I show how you can add your own greetings to image with free PhotoScape Photo Editor. You can also make cards smaller with the editor. It works on Windows and Mac. You’ll find the video here. My cards are free for private use only.

Please watch the slide show below in order to see my other free Xmas Cards. You can download them from my Picasa Folder:


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!


Posted by on December 11, 2014 in Holidays, Literature, Nature, Society, Visual Arts


Need in Concrete Video

On this video I read seven of my poems in English. I have named my comparable Finnish poems Jutturunoja, literally Story Poems. This translation misleads because these poems are more like down to earth shots than stories. The nearest English equivalent for jutturuno could be anecdote verse even though all of them are not exactly the jokes. Short they all are and they including “a trick”. In spite of this genre which is very typical for the Karelian folklore verses I have translated only one verse from Finnish into English. Hulluttelu verse has got the name Fooling Around. We also call someone an asshole if he/she is a shit head. Where Finnish and English habits and/or sayings disagree with one another I have turned to the Northern American culture. It is quite-well introduced to Western world via television. I have also spent quite some time in Florida where my parents and siblings immigrated to in 1974.


Need in Concrete, Written and Read by Yelling Rosa


The Table below tells you about my YouTube Videos or their translations in English

Number Name YouTube Blog Post
10. Experienced in These Years Click Click
11. Could You Wipe My Face Click Click
12. Xmas Card Video in English Click Click
13. Hover, Hover
Click Click
14. Need in Concrete Click Click

I hope you will enjoy my videos. Take care!


Posted by on November 25, 2014 in Literature, Music, Nature, Society, Visual Arts


The Wreck of Love

02 A The Wreck

English Poems
Finnish Poems:
Swedish Poems:

100 posts

This is the post number 100 on Yelling Rosa’s Weblog.
Thank you who made it possible by reading and thus encouraging me while on the road.

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This blog has 2292 followers 13/11 –14 11 am.


Posted by on November 13, 2014 in Literature, Nature, Society, Visual Arts




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From the water I burst out
And in the air vanished
Between these dimensions
The culture of the man
Was my star plan.
© Yelling Rosa
1/11 -14

Posted by on November 1, 2014 in Literature, Nature, Society, Visual Arts


Could You Wipe My Face Video

Background of this song:

At the beginning of the 90s I saw the dream where the dying tree stopped me and asked me to console her. The first thing in the morning when I still remembered my dream I opened my recorder and sang the story on the tape by accompanying myself on the piano. After the instant music session I did only a few corrections in the lyrics and added the intro which served also as an interlude. I gave the song name Ystävä voisitko kasvoni pyyhkiä (My Friend Could You Wipe My Face).

In 1996 I made a Music Album, Hiljaisia lauluja (Tranquil Songs) with a Finnish musician and my good friend Jouni Juola. Because the theme of the album was “Perishableness ja calmness” Ystävä voisitko kasvoni pyyhkiä was like it has made for it. Jouni sang the songs on the album but the instruments are played together. Also Jouni’s songs are on the album. This autumn (2014), when I translated the lyrics in English, I omitted the words My Friend from the title. Video is published 6/23 2013.

I included in this post both the lyrics and notes of the song. It takes more room on the screen but I am sure that those of you who like to follow also notes will appreciate this effort. Now they don’t have to click to the other home page in order to see them.

Could You Wipe My Face (Yelling Rosa)


Once upon a time when I saw the dying tree
that gently touched my hand and said with the husky voice:
“Could you take your T-shirt off and wipe my wet face with it,
could you help me and wipe my face dear friend.
I spread my boughs towards the blue sky but I can’t breathe.
There is no longer oxygen left for me.”
I shrugged and briefly told her:
“I am not the sun, and certainly not the wind that clears the air.
I am nothing more than an oil stained dirty streamer in this time.
I’m only fumes of pollution. I’m just an oil stained dirty streamer
in this time. I’m only fumes of pollution.”


“It doesn’t matter what you are because you can stay
and be my companion tonight when this pilgrimage
everlasting makes it back to the beginning,
when this wandering gets back to the beginning.”
All night long I heard the agonizing rattle
but lastly the tree collapsed with the huge grumble.
When she weakly lifted her head up once and for all
and thanked me for being her guardian, I gave her my hand.
Thus it was easier for her to go away,
easier to vanish away Sure I held her hand tight
so it was easier for her to leave from here for good.


Sure I held her hand tight so it was easier
for her to leave from here for good.
Sure I held her hand tight so it was easier
for her to leave from here for good.

Music and words © Yelling Rosa



Hiljaisia lauluja: Yelling Rosa and Jouni Juola, 1996

Finnish music sheets

I hope that you enjoy listening to this song and perhaps think how much nature needs gentle love from us in order to feel better and survive as long as the last human beings and even longer.


Posted by on October 21, 2014 in Literature, Music, Nature, Society


Something Old and Something New

They Are Sweet

When mother’s ma got
back the house from the wood,
she didn’t wear the death mask
rather she was as playful as
the farmyard puppy.
On her cheeks the childhood lullabies
were smiling broadly
and she threatened to
curtain the retirement apartment
with the brilliant drapery.

That’s the way grandma was.
It’s good to keep in mind
now, when I am the old man.
I hear my grandson’s giggling
in the step with the cartoon
on the television,
And soon the evening is,
but it doesn’t break my heart.
Tears well up in my eyes.
They are sweet.
©Yelling Rosa
Written in Finnish
10/12 -10
Dramatized in English
20/3 -14

The Speaking Humanity

Playing children turn
Their parents into humanity;
And the speaking humanity
Guarantees leaders’ wisdom.
© Yelling Rosa
9/10 – 14

Children Win

is in vain.
win the race.
© Yelling Rosa
Written in Finnish
17/12 -87
Dramatized in English
10/10 -14


Posted by on October 10, 2014 in Literature, Nature, Society


Slipped Words

Slipped Words

Strange are the words
That slip away from
Under the millstones
Of our thoughts.
They are logical
But obscurely
Like the fog
In the night
Under the
Light of
© Yelling Rosa

Farewell Note

It just is so
That I was born
In the wrong world.
Why should I try
To convert people?
I convert myself
To go away.
I’m sure I will hear
Behind my back
The sound of work
And glorious fun.
They are happy
And so am I
Now heading for
The World of mine.
© Yelling Rosa

English Poems:
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Swedish Poems:


Posted by on October 1, 2014 in Literature, Nature, Society


Friend in Need

I have heard the urban, or should I say rural, legend about a Finnish farmer. He either his wife didn’t know how to make babies. When a doctor found this out he explained the process to the young couple.

Next summer Dr. Virta went again to the farm but no children were born. He asked displeased: “Haven’t I explained the procedure” but soon he realized that he must show how it happens. He gave the flashlight to a man, because the bedroom was a bit dark, and asked a man to light up the right place while he is doing the act so that the farmer can do it on his own.

After the lapse of five years the doctor, who worked in the village only as a summer substitute in addition to his work in the city, thought that he must see whether the young couple has offspring. When our doctor arrived to the destination he saw young children running outside the house. A young man seemed to be very proud of his achievements. The doctor smiled and said to him that the first step is always the hardest.

Yes, admitted the farmer, but ever since I have known how to light up the right place there haven’t been any problems, and our neighbor has been a friend in need.

The Finnish Rural Legend
in English dramatized,
translated and revised by
©Yelling Rosa
25/9 -14

Virta, a Finnish surname, can be translated as Stream. If you say in Finland that “jollakulla on virtaa”. It means that he/she has a lot of energy (drive).

PS You find all my stories in one place at:


Posted by on September 24, 2014 in Literature, Nature, Society


Say No to Should-be-Life

We All Are Ordinary Guys

We all are ordinary guys.
Is that the reason for us
To find so easily amazing features in others.
And still an extraordinary man is only the ordinary guy
Who can express the everyday life in a special way.
If we trusted a bit more ourselves,
respected more life without the embellishing
these so called extraordinary characters
could be more common like
and wouldn’t collapsed
on the road
too soon.
©Yelling Rosa


When I read bloggers’ introductions here on WordPress, I found often the sentence: I am just an ordinary guy (read: woman or man) who… It told me that we are not automatically interested in being something special, even though we are often advised to make something remarkable out of our lives. Unfortunately there are always some people who accept the challenge and try to become famous. The unhappiest of all are those knights who do this out of their humanity. They want to bring happiness around them. Perhaps they have adopted this role early in their childhood and can’t ever be among the audience. No matter how much they are worshipped in the end of the day they are just human beings who need love and who are best comforted when they can be their own little selves.

We could be their shoulder but we are so much confused with this Should-Be-Life that we don’t see the point. The enormous information torrent is coming to our lives from every hole and gap. That chaos is built up from the millions and millions of advices which tell us how we should act in order to be happy, decent, loved, good and so … We, who are the gregarious animals, believe in these advices because they seem to come from the reliable sources, and because the information are well-addressed just for you and me. This circle reinforces the situation where the leaders (the information makers) are keeping us on a lead. This is not only inhuman but very dangerous as the lemmings follow their leaders even in the ravine.

Those in charge are not evil persons. They believe that they are doing the right thing but the only right thing is to be an ordinary guy who realizes his/hers pros and cons. After that it is not a complicated thing to understand that the fellowmen are also ordinary guys who need same things as I do. This reality gives us those super powers we now see only in others. The weakness makes us strong, and most of all reasonable.

If we really think the famous celebrates we realize that we respect them when they are skilled but love them when they are human beings. Unfortunately their human like nature comes to our knowledge too late from their point of view. When they are left this planet we are able to read their weaknesses (drugs, alcohol) and we realize that they must have been lonely with all the expectations we have dumped onto their shoulders. It is not easy to say that I am only a common guy when you are idolized by millions. Perhaps these extraordinary human beings think that it would be arrogant because the fans have given them all they got.

In the eighties I wrote an aphorism:

The Question

The question
is not about coming
not about going
it is about
©Yelling Rosa

So that let’s be small and let others be even smaller when they need that and support them during the bad times as well when the good days are in their lives.


Posted by on September 12, 2014 in Nature, Society


Deep in the Heart of the Forest

Man: Who are you?
She: I’m the one you wrote about so beautifully some time ago.
Man: I have seen you before. You were beside my bed when I was a child. I remember your eyes.
She: You had a high fever.
Man: About that poem. I am not very pleased with it.
She: Don’t’ let it discourage you. It is something between the two of us. Only we can judge its appearance but do we have a need for that.
Man: I don’t know. I just made out that it was a high time to get lost in the virgin wood.
She: So that nobody thinks that you have killed yourself, particularly your sister, but just lost your way.
Man: Where’s Vera.
She: She is here and I take care of her. Your sister will need her in the very next future to come.
Man: She is so helpless without me that I feel myself as a villain.
She: Don’t worry your sister knows how to live with her.

Then the man smiled. Vera came to him and sat down on his lap. He couldn’t leave her alone because she looked at him so imploringly. He was aware that the cat couldn’t survive alone in the middle of nowhere and that’s why he was prepared to put her down even though he knew it wouldn’t be easy. She was so cute. He could not use any kind of weapon. The strangulation was the only option. Awful, anyway, because it would take at least some minutes before she would pass away.

Man: Can you guarantee that Vera will get back to home. It is a very, very long way there from this spot.
She: Yes I can, and also you can still change your mind and turn back.
Man: I don’t want to do that. I can’t consider anything worse than live without the memory in some nursing home. It is the most disgusting end I can image.
She: All right. Let’s not talk about it anymore.
Man: I see but how long must I wait here?
She: Not long. Soon the cold wind is going to trigger the process. After that it will snow and you fall in sleep.
Man: And Vera.
She: She will cuddle up to you but we must wait one day and night. Vera couldn’t survive after your death body is iced.
Man: I guess the rescue team will come in help.
Yes: They arrive in time if we wait awhile now.

Man wondered would there be life after death but somehow he didn’t feel like asking it. He enjoyed being with her just like this. Perhaps she gets angry if he asked trade secrets. She was as small as a five year old child but her face was serious. Her big blue eyes were sad even when she smiled to him. The wind had disorganized her hair.

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She: Penny for your thoughts.
Man: Are you saying that you don’t know what I am musing.
She: Of course I know but I try to kill time.
Man: What’s the point to tell you then?
She: Let’s take it as a sign.
Man: All right, would there be afterlife?
She: I don’t know because I haven’t done anything but lived.
Man: It can’t be a happy destiny.
She: No, it is not good to live forever but the worst of all is to be misunderstood. Somebody has to do this job anyway.
Man: Do you see every human being from this world?
She: Normally, I don’t make myself visible because people are too afraid of seeing anything abnormal at the moment of death. I just try to be as quick as possible.
Man: But some people suffer years before they pass away.
She: That’s life. I come to the picture when the breathing is supposed to end.

Man was sure that she knew more than she said. Perhaps she didn’t want to upset me, he decided. Then he fell in deep and long sleep. He was weak after being many days in the forest. It wasn’t a miracle that he slept one night and a part of the next day a way. When he opened his eyes the wood was like a Christmas postcard with the snow everywhere.

Man: Do they come today?
She: Yes they will be here soon and you don’t have to wait any longer.
Man: Somehow I sensed it when I was a child who you are.
She: You have always been very sensitive and open for things. People like that don’t take fright at easily.

Man gave her a nod and stroked Vera’s fur. The cat looked like one who had caught a thousand mice in a week. Then Death put the back of his hands inside of her own palms. Her skin was colder than ice. The last thing the man saw in this world was a tear drop on Death’s cheek. The moon light has crystallized it. Then Death took his note book from his pocket. She didn’t want to share this poem with anyone:

Unhappiest of All

Unhappiest of all
is the personification of death.
She has no own will
but the words have put
into her mouth
unlike the other
good or evil creatures
who talk through their hats.
There where we
are forced to born
the death is obliged to kill
yet alone is blamed for
the consequences
of birth.
©Yelling Rosa
21/4 -14

She turned into invisible before the rescue team arrived and stayed in the neighborhood. She smiled when one of the team members found out: He’s dead but this cat is very much alive.
©Yelling Rosa
5-6/6 -14

PS More stories at:

PPS Google Chrome Browser has a built in translator. Read more about the issue here.


Posted by on August 29, 2014 in Literature, Nature, Society, Visual Arts


Hiking on Summer Holiday


I will have a two months break from blogging. During that time I don’t publish posts here or on my Finnish blog. Even though I find your blog articles interesting I skip also those in order to charge my batteries and come back refreshed in September. I might publish new poems in English and/or in Finnish at addresses: and
To potential comments which come after 7/30-14 I will reply in autumn.

I want to thank all of you who have visited here this year and hope that we will meet again in September.

Have a nice and relaxing summer


Posted by on June 24, 2014 in Holidays, Nature, Society


The Mental Discrimination

A couple of weeks ago I started to read again Edith Sodergran’s Poems. Her first collection is published in 1916. I found that she was concerned about her own place in the human society. It is no secret that she felt herself as an outsider. Perhaps in those days it was a bigger loss than it is today. At least she would have liked to be inside instead of being left outside of the common circles. That’s why her verses are often quite touching descriptions of mental discrimination. She differed from the main stream in many ways, and that’s something which is not looked with approval.

She was interested in the existentialism and applied these ideas in her poetry. Her Christianity has some mystic edge which was a strange in Finland where the Lutheran Church is the state church. Edith lived in Karelian where the Orthodox Church has a foothold. That denomination looks Christianity from their point of view having a rich spiritual iconolatry. Södergran went to school in St Petersburg which wasn’t exceptional in that time because Finland was a part of Russian. If she had written in Russian there wouldn’t have been so much astonishment but her mother tongue was Swedish. In 1917 Finland became an independent state and dissociated itself from Russian culture.

When the situation was like this it wasn’t a miracle that she felt being left outside this world but this wasn’t enough. Edith Södergran was stricken with tuberculosis. She spent last years of her life in Raivola with her mother having only few contacts outside her home. On the other hand her poetry wouldn’t be so exceptional if she wasn’t being isolated. Many art critics have said that it would be mistake to dramatize Edith’s life but I see that her loneliness hasn’t yet even discovered as it isn’t realized how cruel this world treats those not in common. In this connection I am not able to analyze the motives of mental discrimination as it would make this article too long and tangled but now speak those who suffer.

One of the poems where Edith told us how she lives in isolation is called Me, Jag, in Swedish. I will explain some lines in English to you. I can’t use the official translation because it is not 75 years old. You can also use the translator. Here’s the way the poem goes in Swedish:


Jag är främmande i detta land (1)
som ligger djupt under det tryckande havet, (2)
solen blickar in med ringlande strålar (3)
och luften flyter mellan mina händer. (4)
Man sade mig att jag är född i fångenskap – (5)
här är intet ansikte som vore mig bekant. (6)
Var jag en sten, den man kastat hit på bottnen? (7)
Var jag en frukt, som var för tung sin gren? (8)
Här ligger jag på lur vid det susande trädets fot, (9)
hur skall jag komma upp för de hala stammarna? (10)
Däruppe mötas de raglande kronorna, (11)
där vill jag sitta och speja ut (12)
efter röken ur mitt hemlands skorstenar … (13)

Edit Södergran

At the beginning of the poem she told that she doesn’t feel at home where she is isolated to (1-2) and she senses that life is going down the drain. (4) In brief she is in the middle of the huge pain. She asks if she was a good-for-nothing, like a stone, which was thrown into the bottom of the ocean (7) or was she too superior, a fruit which was too heavy for its own bough. (8) She doesn’t blame anyone but hopes that one day she could look out from the top of the tree how the pillars of smokes coming out of chimneys. (11-13)

Accidentally I wrote 9/5 -14 a poem which deals with this mental discrimination. There I found one motive for the discrimination. Human beings must be productive. When you come up to expectations in this sense you are allowed to even have some liberties.

Freedom there is anyhow

In the commercial forest
is no room for elm, no willow.
Freedom there is anyhow
to put a ring to your nose
and tear up new jeans
if you only happen to be
the fine pine tree.
©Yelling Rosa
9/5 -14


Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Literature, Nature, Society


Experienced in These Years

Too much, I have experienced in these years,
Too many are those who owe me tears.
I remember that gray platform
Where the rain carried a friend.

The refrain:

Then do not bloom
My dear apple trees,
Neither anyone whispered in my ear:
Darling, do not forget me.

Never have I been afraid
Yet on this trip until tomorrow.
Little boy has avoided the dangers
side by side the kind woman reflection.

The refrain:

I know the mothers weeping eyelids
Do not explain the words out loud,
They just give their boys love for guidance
and prayers for protection.

The final two times:

Now bloom my dear
Sacred apple trees.
They have the heavenly scent,
The fragrance that never go away.
©Yelling Rosa
in December 1982



I have written this song in December 1982 after reading Salvatore Quasimodo’s poem Letter to My Mother and while the rain gently fingered the face of my window. The plot of the poem and the raindrops brought some memories in my mind. I was forced to admit that I have been many places where I couldn’t manage without my positive childhood experiences just like Salvatore. I have stood alone on the platform of farewell like our poet.

The white apple tree blossom is the symbol of the purity in the Karelian folklore where my family is from. Somehow I always smell their scent when I return in my happy childhood. That’s why when the character of the song starts his journey there is no sign of the blossom. He is totally alone and depressed but when time goes on he grows stronger by remembering positive things. In the end he is even grateful for the life and praises the motherly love.

The record Läpi näiden vuosien (Experienced in these years) is published early in 1983. Here I perform this song with the guitar accompaniment during the live concert in summer 1983. First you will see some information in Finnish on video but don’t worry performance will soon begin. In that time I used my real name Ilkka Pakarinen as I always do when I am not in the role of the poet.

This translation explains the story of the song but is not similar in appearance with the Finnish syllable amount. The verse lines are equal.

I hope you enjoy travelling with me in the spirit, that the sun will shine also on the heap of the brushwood (Finnish Proverb).

I apologize that the comments were off many hours after this Experienced in These Years post was published. Windows Live Writer caused this malfunction. It took a while that I got it right way and changed the settings in Live Writer. I hope that everyone will have a nice weekend.


P.S. Du kan finna denna lyrik på svenska här.


Posted by on May 23, 2014 in Literature, Music, Nature, Visual Arts


Not So Young Couple

Husband: Darling, I saw the television commercial on the new antiperspirant which makes it possible to do more exercises than ever before and the protection won’t fail you. They promised exactly eight times more.
Wife: I, see.
Husband: Now we can make love like rabbits and you don’t have to suffer from my smell.
Wife: Darling, you have no erection, even with the blue pill.
Husband: Oh, you’re right, honey, as usual. It is just I get carried away with these new inventions and techniques. I hope that you are not very disappointed now.
Wife: No, my man. I haven’t been disappointed in the last ten years.
Husband: I feel shame now.
Wife: Don’t be; just keep on watching television but be careful, and if you don’t mind I would like to concentrate on knitting now.
Husband: Absolutely, that’s fair, my sweetheart.
Wife: Always.

©Yelling Rosa
12/2 -14

USB Memory Stick Organizer

Husband: I made you an USB Memory Stick Organizer. Now you can label all your sticks and know where your knitting forms are. You can place it anywhere you like because it can be fixed with Bostik Blu Tack.
Wife: That’s nice. I hope it wasn’t very expensive.
Husband: On the contrary, it was very cheap. The palette cost less than 2 euro and 3 stick-on hooks were 3, 50 euro in the local hardware store. And, I almost forgot, 3 key rings cost 3, 75 euro.
Wife: I see.
Husband: I can clue That Fish painting on the palette, if you like.
Wife: Be careful that you don’t spoil it.
Husband: Don’t worry. I will print the copy which I then attach and cover it with the plastic film.
Wife: Thank you, that’ll be more than 1000 rabbits and you know what hare I am talking about. I hardly can wait.
Husband: Mission understood.

Picture about the Organizer


That Fish


You can enlarge That Fish by clicking on it with the mouse cursor.

If you use That Fish on your USB Memory Stick Organizer, please don’t change the picture anyway. On the other hand I am sure that you have many own picture you can attach on the palette, if any. It doesn’t look bad even without the picture. And remember any thin plywood or veneer board will do.

That’s it and No More Bad Memory Stick Days!


Posted by on May 6, 2014 in Literature, Technology, Visual Arts


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