Framfärd meditativ i trampande repetitiv

På en trim velociped
i trampande repetitiv
nås sinneslugn med besked
ljuvlig framfärd meditativ

Vårt hjärta bultar påtagligt
regn i ansiktet behagligt

I trygg balans på hjul
mellan kropp å själ
besparad slitsamt strul
bortom vårt vägskäl

Att kunna rulla bilfri
i väl anpassad takt
att stilla glida förbi
i anslående trakt

På tvåhjulig uppfinning
i anspråkslös besinning

Holy cow, is she my beef?

As a ‘meat lover’
I crave & ache
and left to hover
til teeth in steak

Won’t go without
meat which my sweet treat
Surely bean sprout
not been grown to eat?

What’s a slaughtered calf or cow
must we not all die somehow?

Our view blurred while stampeding head down in the herd

“To really understand something is to be liberated from it. Humanity’s greatest ally is the self-educated individual, who has read, understood, delays their gratification, and walks around with their eyes wide open.” ― Ross Ashcroft, Renegade Inc

It got out of hand
got us captivated
if we’d understand
we’d be liberated

But such a detachment (by other word)
can’t happen while we stampede in the herd

Too burdensome an act having to look up a fact?

Were we only wilful
but gotten pompous, prideful
(while albeit skillful)
supercilious, spiteful

Ignorance is far from bliss
When we stare in to the abyss
facing Death’s contagious kiss
affections gone gravely amiss

Still to look up all facts
applying logic, fairness
are such burdensome acts
risking tinged by awareness

Why be bothered taking time to reflect
when prefer to just accept or reject?

Se upp med hjärtats förstening

Att leva är att lida
se upp med hjärtats förstening
sluta upp med att kvida
ge ditt liv osjälviskt mening!

Stå upp mot orättvist elände
Att liknöjt klaga å klandra
är väl att vara dess själsfrände?
Bäst på en verksam stig vandra

Under den tid som vi vågar strida
kommer våra hjärtan öppnas vida

Virus Justice

‘Leaders’ now talk about the Covid-19 struggle as ‘war’. If so – a long overdue change from the gruesome practice throughout history of sending the very young out to fight & die. Fairer now when the old folks at home become the casualties. Still what remains the outrage is how ‘essential’ workers (many poorly paid with few benefits & poorly protected) are sent out to work & die.

In most wars the young
were sent out to perish
most often unsung
or cheered with praise garish

The old folks at home jingoistic
of soldiers horrors euphemistic

Now in the Covid ‘war’
with its surreptitious gore
Lady Justice keeps score
shredding such mythical lore

Now the young live for another day
while the old folks keep dying away

Prekärt som ett övermoget blåbär sölad på en vit nystärkt linneduk?

På en nystärkt linneduk
övermoget blåbär
blev jättefläck silkesmjuk
svamlig, blödig, prekär

Som en ‘förlåt mej’ dikt
erbjudes här i bikt

Ord som söker rimma
tills det började skymma
bland imma å dimma
tyckes förnuftet rymma

Oreda bland all ordreda
Ordriktig men ringa vikt
Ordljud som oljud utleda
Stelbent vers som i ordgikt

Dikt överkänslig
lätt otålig
ömhudad, spenslig
spröd, ömtålig?

Tid att överväga, tag noga i akt:
Skriv ingen vers så har man ingenting sagt!

 

Not back to that normal!

What might just have been understood
had we learnt from history
(not been hoodwinked by Hollywood
or engaged in sophistry):

We must slow the back-to-normal urge
for were it even feasible
would be no solution, merely surge
something purely appeasable

As the erstwhile normal was the cause
for the Covid wake-up call, of course