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Waves, cavalry of the seas

Seas roaring, winds howling
Shredded clouds racing
under dark skies scowling
Wild whitecaps chasing

Above clean blown ocean
fowl soaringly strewn
sail in spray splashed motion
below moody moon

Crashing on to stolid rocks
waves implode, plundering
Washing over creaking docks
winds in gusts thundering

Watching in deep emotion
stirred by my life far flung
on wild waves of commotion
by raging regrets stung

My own past as well
been too windswept
then calmed in slow swell
relieved I wept

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-swell = the undulating movement of the surface of the open sea; particularly non-breaking waves following a storm

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Hardly arbiter, rather harbinger

Western media apoplectic
and frantically out of breath
but their ‘coverage’ anorectic
unless the elite’s shibboleth

Pouring on the propaganda
with aggressive intention
on to Russia’s own veranda
in wanton intervention

The U.S. hardly the arbiter
in the global ‘regime change’ chase
rather appears as the harbinger
of the end to the human race

With ruinous war-waging technology
while minds mired in ‘Won the West’ mythology

 

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Valiant heart

By day’s end our body yearns for rest
for the next morning’s rebound of zest

At night as our senses lose sway
swift images flow in streams
while faded away the next day
galloped madly in our dreams

While our valiant heart may know best
still pumps away at whose behest?

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‘Defense’- term cruelly stretched

Seamless, senseless the aggression
spawned by Exceptionalism
the Imperial obsession
Kissing cousins of Fascism

Limbs blown away & bodies grilled
in ancient cultures debased
Millions (yes, no less!) maimed or killed
millions more fleeing displaced

Many countries devastated
by industrial slaughter
Trillions of dollars plain wasted
while economies totter

Spilled blood, gore & grime
in hell fire doom
done time after time
Brought on by whom?

By Department of ‘Defense’
term deceptively stretched
in obfuscating pretense
offensively far fetched

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Exceptionalism = here: American exceptionalism

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Whack-a-mole

U.S. security in peril
from nations antagonistic!
Those foreigners always found feral
their voices propagandistic!

Thus forced by others in cahoots
U.S. must keep up the whack-a-mole
though even when ‘on the ground boots’
unable to exercise control

Expand embargo targets!
Kill collaterally!
The same old Beltway argots
unilaterally:

“All options are on the table
won’t stand for contradiction!”
such pontificating fable
of titillating fiction

While Elites ought to shiver
as Empire slips, they trip
Out of arrows in quiver
they’re now losing their grip

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In popcorn forlorn

All day yesterday
felt drained, disaffected
mind in disarray
oddly disconnected

Couldn’t tap into the lode
few emotions stirred
weak words trickled, few flowed
blah images blurred

Thoughts hazy
fading away
Mind lazy
scattered astray

Gave myself the nod
in poor mind fogged
to stuff my old bod
calories logged

Traipsing on Craving’s cloying stage
a nauseous place at any age

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Do not uproot, you brute!

Picked flowers in a vase
through phototropism
still reach for light with grace
in short struggle, schism

A servitude bouquet
its buoyancy endeavored
for just another day
after their roots got severed

Each stalk struggling upright
trying its shoulders pulled back
corolla may look tight
but soon too in grieving slack

Gently drops each petal
knowing not of haste
bounces softly, settles
demise calmly faced

In a few days all die
serene in their goodbye

 

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Much butter now, thanks!

Her doctor advised her to stay off dairy. She stayed off cheese and milk but as she loves butter she expeditiously declared butter a ‘non-dairy’ product:

Her ‘bright new world’ discounts science
as too stodgy a reliance

With single-mindedness utter
she declares it non-dairy
and goes on indulging butter
Handy to let facts vary!

Thanks, Non-Dairy Cow
all much butter now!

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Livets fyra skeden

1.
Moderns gungande bröst
skänkte spädbarnet tröst

2.
Trodde lockande löften
att livet en munsbit
Rak rygg, svängde på höften
med hopp, i full tillit

3.
Blev medelåldern
livets glansperiod
rena guldåldern
av moget ädelmod?

Samlade mest en massa husgeråd
medan utförde inga hjältedåd

4.
Skriver nu i ålderdom
med alltjämt torftig kännedom
svajar mellan rikedom
å dar i själslig ynkedom

Kanske har jag fått nog
av kiv, tjafs å dalt
besvikelser å knog
Så blev detta allt?!

Nej, inte alls! Åldrandets beteenden
kan skänka varmt bitterljuva leenden!