Category Archives: Poetry

I’m spinning around

Posted on June 13, 2014 by BerLinda

Well, I’m not spinning around but my washing machine is. Yes, you read that correctly – I FINALLY have a new washing machine. But as I don’t have Kylie’s gold hot pants (or bum), I’ve decided to show my appreciation in a more … Continue reading →

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It’s Valentine’s Day. God help us all.

Posted on February 14, 2014 by BerLinda

I’m not normally one for Valentine’s Day. Mainly because I’ve rarely had a man in my life on this particular day. I now realise that this was actually a good thing – I didn’t have to worry about what to … Continue reading →

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I fell for a Latvian

Posted on September 20, 2013 by BerLinda

As my last post about Latvian men provoked a rather heated response, I thought I’d stir the pot a little more and write a sister poem about Latvian women. (Sometimes, I just don’t know when to quit…) Disclaimer: This poem is … Continue reading →

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I’m married to a Latvian

Posted on September 17, 2013 by BerLinda

That got your attention, right? Of course I’m not really married to a Latvian but I get an awful lot of search terms on my blog about ‘Latvian men’, and more specifically ‘naked Latvian men’, so I thought I’d write … Continue reading →

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Ode to my Bus Nemesis

Posted on March 10, 2013 by BerLinda

  You’re at my bus stop every day, You never smile; that’s your Latvian way. You’re thin and blonde, not a hair out of place, While I’m a dragged out of bed disgrace. The bus pulls up; it’s full as … Continue reading →

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Ode to Latvians

Posted on February 4, 2013 by BerLinda

I walk among you every day, and yet, I’m still baffled by some of your ways. So maybe you can save me musing, and explain some things I find confusing… Of your national dish you’re so very proud, but grey … Continue reading →

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