I’ll take a free shot for my health – but only if I get a shot at $ wealth!

Written when the promotional idea for vaccination was floated that people taking a Covid shot should be automatically enrolled in a $ lottery.

“A shot for my health
why my concern?
But for my own wealth
that I discern!”

Won’t Public Health by $ lottery
sadly show up our souls as watery?

By refusing vaccination
we lack solidarity
in communal abdication
clueless insularity

“It’s freedom
to be a bum
Te Deum
jabs, who need ’em?”

While we can’t let it be our lot
to humor this kind of crackpot?

Snälla, inte i ansiktet!

Det tycks nu gängse maner att, utan medgivande, otyglat köra sin mobil i andras ansikten?

Som en skärmlös, harmlös stofil
ber jag: kör ej din mobil
likt en utryckande brandbil
i otålighet febril …

… ständigt, snabbt i mitt nylle
Du som lever på din mobil
försök låtsas helylle
i samvarofattig exil!

Gunås, klara muntliga ord
galopperar ej i din hjord

 

Avoid petty transactions, dumb distractions

Sloth congeals the erstwhile heart tender
when mired in petty transactions
misses out on Life’s wondrous splendor
dissipates in dumb distractions

So dare go for that fling
pull hard the bow’s string
decline that gadget thing
avoid the Right Wing

Don’t thoughtlessly conform
or recklessly barnstorm!

Vår ringa roll utesluter kontroll

Vår kropp försvagas
kanske snart ofärdig
sinnet förjagas
uppfattning senfärdig

Livets helt olösliga gåta
skänker blott en dag i sänder
för att skratta, gråta å påta
finna oss i det som händer

Om vi tror vi har nått under kontroll
då blåser vi upp vår helt ringa roll

May be by a next pedal stroke I’ll turn woke?

Out on my bike pedaling

I do my best thinking
although won’t be medaling
mostly rinky-dinking

But still by a next pedal stroke
I may find myself in vogue
by having finally turned woke
tired out from being such rogue

And we can’t all have a proclivity
for theories of relativity …

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“It came to me while riding my bicycle”, said Albert Einstein about his Theory of Relativity

Barmhärtig Gudom?

Måste den ej vara galen
som tror på en barmhärtig Gudom
i den grymma Jämmerdalen
fylld med hätskhet, förtryck å träldom?

Om till trots egna livet nådigt
ler mot oss själva välvilligt
finner vi det bara rättrådigt
att Gud stöder oss tjänstvilligt?

Jovisst, javisst
hur helt suveränt
Säkert rättvist
rentav välförtjänt!

De andra får bara sej själva skylla
liksom efter en ordentlig bakfylla?

Pedaling below Spring’s trees pendulous

Under tire in front
at cheerful clip
goes the hurried hunt
for pavement strip

Gliding below trees pendulous
bestows us joy eternal
pedaling in Spring blessedness
hugged by miracle vernal

In peace of heart & mind
beyond most other kind

Well adjusted in societies gone busted? How’s that?

What is there really to vaunt
in a society busted?
Do we really want to flaunt
that we pretend we’ve adjusted?

Are we not more like in ’39
when the propagandized Nazi
thought ‘Im Vaterland ist alles fein!’
In denial we can not see

Now like then not merely inane
we’ve gone absolutely insane