In hapless hearts darkling, war machines keep sparkling

Here they go to war again
to make up for policy flawed
The pretext this time Ukraine
sending in military awed!

Narrative but forlorn fiction
with handy excuses mostly thin
Reaction same old addiction
to militaries who rarely win

Empires’ machines sparkling
in patriots’ eyes callow
their fickle hearts darkling
while peace fades ever sallow

Steeped in deep ignorance
hooked on obsession
Haughty the arrogance
of blind aggression

Still on victimhood they’re insisting
in mulish denial persisting

Scam & sham of COP 21

The scam & sham of COP 21
where delegates flocked as vermin
ain’t of climate change a coping one
or healing a planet squirming

A mere shirking ‘pretend solution’
of verbiage infused delusion

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COP 21 = the 2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference held in Paris

All of us quirming in the face of The Great Unknown?

What if we’re just like worms
in their dark bin’s murky muck
each crawls, wiggles & squirms
bragging of their own great pluck!

What says that humans know more
about the Great Unknown?
What may we claim on that score
as Creation’s Capstone?

Never mind how much we boast and grin
don’t we botch it in our ‘brighter bin’?

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‘brighter bin’ = here: planet Earth

 

 

Kassandra misstros oftas av Oss Andra

Mytiska nitiska Kassandra
hon kan spå framtiden korrekt
Men om den ej passar oss andra
kallar vi hennes ord suspekt

För vi vill väl ha en ursäkt
fastän falsk i feg språkdräkt
slippa höra det som otäckt
Gör väl vem som helst förskräckt?

Eftersom vi gör vad vi vill
hur än galet å hur fräckt
hur än vi stökar, ställer till!
Om det råder det endräkt

Framtiden spår ju Kassandra felaktigt
var gång när syns för oss ofördelaktigt!

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Kassandra = (Grekisk mytologi) fick gåvan att förutse framtiden korrekt men samtidig förbannelsen att ingen skulle tro henne

Baby breath thrust stirs no dust

Off to a slow start this morning? You’re not the only one. Tells here an airplane even:

Taxiing, creeping
something ailing
fuel in tanks seeping
Prospects paling

Fuselage sagging
wing tips drooping
til nearly dragging.
Forget looping!

Jet engine’s breath
held bated
a Shibboleth
ill fated

Anguish inflated
as tires deflate
landing gear weighted
controls frustrate

Squeaky in rust
who’s nonplussed?
Baby breath thrust
stirs no dust

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shibboleth = a common saying or belief with little current meaning or truth

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Bäst kanske att shoppa mens vi kan?

Är vi trötta på dumheter
av all reklam som vill oss fresta
å alla falska profeter
som bara ljuger för det mesta?

Inte många år kvar
Vem kan förespå
hur, med vem eller var
ska sen försigå?

Efter allt världsligt tramsande
vore de väl jättesynd
efter allt reklamramsande
om Himmeln saknade fynd?

Men vem vet? Måste vi ej först avlida
innan vi kan kolla Himmelns hemsida?

 

Of aggrandizing advertising our mailbox feels flummoxed

We found our mailbox crammed
brimmed with discontent
Poor thing been stuffed & jammed
pouring out lament

Her plastic sides bulging
while overflowing
readily divulging
sad contents showing:

Though a lonesome magazine
found no private letter
Advertising byzantine
‘how to stay a debtor’

Gushingly touted
quite breathlessly!
All restraint flouted
quite fecklessly!

The box didn’t gorge itself
instead invaded
it’s just a lidded elf
pounced on, degraded

Compunction’s millstone

Am craving solitude
Platitude detracts
as likewise certitude
when flimsy one’s facts

While I try allay
compunction’s millstone:
“Don’t linger, go away
leave me to bemoan!”

Am trying to atone
for my turpitude
trying scrounge some backbone
but lack rectitude

Leaves me fending off despair full-blown
by keeping my nose to the grindstone

 

Late Winter, early Spring

Spent its vitality
Winter’s worn dulled paws
scratching in rivalry
with Spring’s fresh crisp claws

Ushers warmth’s renewal
along roads drying
blossoms in accrual
while snow melts crying

Spring’s playful winds tender
beginning to blow
sweeping budding splendor
where flowers soon grow

Spent its vitality
Winter’s worn dulled paws
scratching in rivalry
with Spring’s fresh crisp claws

Ushers warmth’s renewal
along roads drying
blossoms in accrual
while snow melts crying

Spring’s playful winds tender
beginning to blow
sweeping budding splendor
where flowers soon grow