The Door into the Summer

Please, click any of these photos in order to open viewer.

I took these summer photos in years 2011 to 2014 with my Sony Cyber Shot, 10 mega pixels. At the moment we have still some snow on the ground here in Southern Lapland and The Tornio River looks like it did last December, cp. photo below.


Not a Member of the Human Race

sick human being
is not a loser
but the person
who points him out
with the forefinger,
and even worse,
that person is not
a member of
the human
© Yelling Rosa
25/3 -15


I uploaded these words here because I have seen so much intolerance towards all sorts of human shortage at work and in my private life. Lately, I have noticed that attitudes towards the sick and handicapped people are getting even more disapproving. Hard liners are champions to invent explanations why this is necessary. One of the arguments is that in the nature herds don’t take care of losers but just left them on their own. It may sound as a good argument but those people who use that kind of weapons are just saying that human beings are on the same level as animals. This kind of thinking can’t be a sign of the humanity because it whips away thousands and thousands years of the civilization away. It looks down all the religions we have respected during the years. It also underestimates our brains. Other living species don’t take care of their nonstandard individuals because they don’t know how. They don’t have hospitals and surgeons.

And more of that I uploaded these words here because I have seen so much suffering around me and in me. Incapable people feel themselves guilty because they can’t fill up the normal standards of the society. This is exactly what those hard liners want because it gives them more influence over where the world is going to. And think about what will happen after the incapable people have ignored. Inhumanity doesn’t stop there where it is happy at the moment. Perhaps the color of the skin will be next on the line.

I wish all the best to all and don’t let hard liners make us shame ourselves whatsoever. It is their duty to find something where also human emotions and intelligence are involved. I hope that they hear something beyond their own ideas as well. In the end the inhumanity destroy itself because of its warlike nature. It will collapse when there is anything to conquer anymore.


Posted by on March 25, 2015 in Literature, Nature, Society, Uncategorized


The Message of Easter


The Son of the Sun

This I tell to them
Who don’t understand him.
He is the privileged son of the sun
And those who resent his happiness
blind their own eyes in the end.
© Yelling Rosa

Lapsi auringon

Tämän kerron niille,
jotka eivät häntä käsitä,
että hän on lapsi auringon,
ja kuka häntä kadehtii,
vain itsensä sokaisee.
© Yelling Rosa

Easter Card 2015

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This card is free for private use. Please don’t distribute or sale it. More of my free postcards in English at:

Peace of Mind at Easter …


Little Big Miracle

The house was passed on from father to son for generations
But I felt myself older than its aged plank floors and stone walls.
The extra heater glowed like a giant burning cigarette head.
I was planning my transfer from time to timelessness
when the sudden rustle awaked me up.
I charmed the light to the room from the switch.
In the middle of the floor was a mouse with its
forelimbs up like it was caught red-handed.
I took pity on it and immediately turned the light off.

After that I didn’t reveal my pattering roommate.
I was taken a fancy to and fallen in love with
when it started to eat a tiny piece of cheese
I set for it between the wall and the oven,
first far away into the hole but step by step in sight.
Our life turned into my wanting for tomorrow
even without the spouse.

When my last semester was almost done
I found my friend’s lifeless body on the living room floor.
Its scarlet fur flamed in the sunbeams
which came from the little gap between the curtains.
I put it into the big matchbox and carried the coffin
across the waving meadow to the edge of the forest.
I dug the grave where the ground was full of wood anemones.
I was a qualified culture secretary and it was in the heart
of the earth remaining as my little big miracle.
© Yelling Rosa
2/5 –15

PS Happened in the eighties

Our Level

All the miracles come from the heaven
Except those who already are here.
They can be seen at our level.
Yelling Rosa
© Yelling Rosa
2/20 –15


Posted by on February 20, 2015 in Literature, Nature, Society, Uncategorized


Happy Valentine’s Day Fanfare

This year I made Happy Valentine’s Day Fanfare instead of designing a postcard. It would be nice if you learnt this song and sang it to your special one at the same time you are giving her/him card and/or flowers. You can also make your own lyrics and use my melody or, best of all, make the whole Happy Valentine’s Day Fanfare by yourself.

Happy Valentine’s Day Fanfare 2015 by © Yelling Rosa


On the video I present the song slightly varying the beat and melody. You can take that approach or learn the song as I have written it on the music sheet.

The Music Sheet

00 Valentine's Day Final
Enlarge this music sheet by clicking it with the mouse cursor

I used a free notation editor called MuseScore. It works on Windows, Mac and Linux computers. Most likely, it knows your language because it knows Finnish which is quite rare. I recorded the melody by using a free Audacity editor.  The melody and lyrics are free for private use only.

Valentine’s Day Card 2013


This card is free for private use only. More of my Valentine’s Card you will find here.

I Wish All of You a Happy Valentine’s Day


Posted by on February 8, 2015 in Holidays, Literature, Music, Nature, Society, Visual Arts


I Am Nothing

I am a relatively old man
And I am nothing even
If I were Picasso or Shakespeare.
Only those who are about to come
Are something and then nothing
When they are on earth
But those who will come next.
I don’t mind if I am disliked by
Other people because I tell the
Truth as long as I can
Hope that one soul in this world
Will hear what I have said
And speak the way I did
At the evening of life:
People are stupid
When they are smart
Because they forget
To love and hand over
And keep places clean.

Every generation must muzzle
The egoism and egoists
Or the cock of honor won’t
Sing for them and they will be
Despised long after their death.
Every spoiled cornfield
And murdered nation are
On their shoulder and their
Children will be hated
Till the third generation.
Everything is not possible
But nothing is impossible.
The only certainty between
Those two unknown edges
Is love not isms, things
Or hollow arguments.
The all hearts know it
And ask us to give up from
The selfishness for the sake
Of unborn creatures.
© Yelling Rosa

Something about the background of this poem

When I taught about this subject I pondered if I am the right person to speak about these things. I have many shortages. Still of what use it would be, if I kept my mouth shut? If we expected that only the perfect people could speak about virtues, there wouldn’t be very much talk about them and less hope. First we have to have an idea, and after that we know where to go.

I was strengthened to write this poem by a Roman proverb, namely: Inhumanitas omni aetate molesta est (Cicero). Which means, more or less, that Inhumanity is troublesome in every generation? This proverb encourages us to fight against the inhumanity and it must do all over again from the generation to the generation.

I know that I might be disliked because of this poem but there are so many bloggers on Internet who write about leisure time activities that I don’t have to do that. It is not my thing.

Tornio 25.1.2015

Cicero (106-43 AD), Roman Statesman and Orator. Read more about him here.


Posted by on January 25, 2015 in Literature, Nature, Society, Uncategorized


Yelling Rosa’s Weblog Statistics

Last year was the busiest year so far here on Yelling Rosa’s Weblog. I published 20 posts in 2014. I don’t expect to have the equal traffic this year because last year was really exceptionally comparing to my history here. Besides I am more occupied with my work and like to have time to read other bloggers’ posts in 2015.

Weblog kautta aikain 2008 - 9.1.2015

At the moment Yelling Rosa’s Weblog has 2465 followers. I like to thank them because they have given me strength to upload material here. Sometimes it was a challenge because I suffer from insomnia. I hope it doesn’t sit on my shoulder all the time in the future but insomnia doesn’t go away by having long hours at the computer. Luckily I can scan the typewritten text.

Thank you for being with me in 2014 and I hope to meet you here again this year.

Signature 9.1.15

Insomnia II

This cross crucified me
But didn’t wake me up
On the third morning.
In the den of horror
Without the lion’s claw
That closes my eyes
I am.
©Yelling Rosa


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.

Wordpress Followers 13.11.14 02

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

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

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