Hon som sej ej tränger
armbågande sej i kön
bland få som ej flänger
får en välförtjänad lön:
I belägenhet trängst
varar ärlighet längst
Tanned, between your toes sand
To Kim & Gary on their anniversary
What did echo in your ‘McMansion’
was the sound of over expansion
That huge ‘Starter Castle’
turned a life style nonstarter
Not worth all the hassle
so you did something smarter:
Found a richer bounty
in LA county
Happily you celebrate
anniversary on the beach
Setting sun, as winds abate
feels just right, spared all overreach
The golden sand between your toes
now how your ‘rugged hardship’ goes
Scurrying, why?
Raises morning’s curtain
upon sunrise infused sky
Less bemused than certain
humans get scurrying, why?
How to discern when mired in a muddle
as distant planets coldly align?
Dreams fill oceans, insight the mere puddle:
don’t expect our days warmly benign
Lowers evening’s curtain on sunset infused sky
gone forever another scurrying day, why?
Are we all doing our utmost not to boast?
Before sunrise he’d be found
like clockwork our rooster
on his fiefdom’s barnyard mound
as his own best booster
Perhaps wound tightly
but hens find him knightly
Comes across sprightly
takes a stance uprightly
Repeatedly he must crow
to hear his own voice inflection
In dedication aglow
offers, as it is, protection
Aren’t we all doing our utmost
while taking good care not to boast?
Kan vi vara så troskyldiga att vi mistror de oskyldiga?
I bombplan ovan Gaza
dess piloter glida
där de vräker ner fasa
i anfall perfida
Sanningen grymt bestriden
när hävdas Israels ‘försvar’
En verklighet förvriden
i en hjärtlös repertoar:
Befolkningen rått rånas
av hälsa, mat, sin jord
Att Arab barn utplånas
anses ej längre mord!
Må från Israel-US oss bevara
ofattbart hur de påstår sej ‘försvara’!
Hers is such flair, beware!
To our neighbor on a birthday:
Our Yana is still (sort of) young
with mind crisp, of civilized tongue
What looks, heart, style & dare!
all exuded with such flair!
In her presence we’re left unsung
In these hyper connected times
Smart phone! Don’t we all need one
so we can be ‘with’ someone?
Aren’t we idling in the wings
until phone imposes
listlessly until it rings
then all else forecloses?
In hyper connected times
everywhere a free zone
where lights up & crisply chimes
our exacting smart phone
Long since when that sweet time when dialog was two
now it often takes a three- or foursome to coo
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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved
His physics mind shoots thunderbolts, his body flips in somersaults
A limerick on a birthday of a neighbor who’s both an accomplished scientist & in his youth gymnast:
There was a youngish man called Igor
who treats all he meets with ardor
a man of great science
with strong self-reliance
Among Norse gods resembles most Thor!
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Why Thor? Because they both rather swing a thunderbolt hammer than just sit around and yammer
May give fright even if not right
Were I to receive an insight
it may not bring my neighbor delight
but rather give him or her fright
notably if I chanced to be right
as one person’s presumed breakthrough
may show up others as cuckoo
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