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.

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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:
Finnish Poems:
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

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