Hur jag äntligen (tack o lov!) kände mej efter sommarns besök till mitt hemland:
Ej längre rånad
av vemodstrånad
Från krank nostalgi
i löjlig nesa
äntligen satt fri!
Blev en lång resa:
från tungrodd anemoia
i envis geggamoja
Won’t suffer facts or logic gladly
Is a modicum of intellectual curiosity & rudimentary due diligence more than can be expected from today’s fantasy & entertainment-addicted consumer (erstwhile ‘citizen’) prior to his or her opining?
Many cohorts numb & glum
suspect the intellectual
kvetch over mere modicum
woefully ineffectual
with cursory curiosity
gone awry tortuosity
they pummel in ponderosity
lacking in luminosity
Dim vision, grasping history badly
they won’t suffer facts or logic gladly
Won’t a silly life usurp?
Finding true peace of mind while with zest
hoping to show off how we’re ‘blessed’
struggling intensely to stay abreast
with those most elegantly dressed?
Are we lacking in discernment?
Won’t silly life usurp us
mire us in mundane internment
oblivious to purpose?
While acquisitive restraint much maligned
perhaps a journey of most wondrous kind?
Är någon väl betjänt av att leva alltför bekvämt?
Tycker vi oss att leva förtjänt
i vårt överflöd materiellt
å av varje grunka helt betjänt?
Utan våndas emotionellt?
Kunde vi ändå kunde urskilja
mellan leva rätt eller bekvämt!
Har oss människor fri vilja
eller styres vi ödesbestämt?
Men behöves filosofisk uppbening
när att dela med sej ger var dag mening?
uppbening = noggrant skärskåda
How the meticulous became ridiculous
You’re inclined meticulously
to plan & take precaution?
Then you’re lost ridiculously
in culture of incaution
A bygone mode conceptually
so why then go to the trouble
when we’re doing exceptionally
in our own sweet ad lib bubble?
Why indeed waste proclivity
on a laughed-at activity?
Våren väntar varligt
Sommarns minnen sällan blekna
alltför sköna att återgiva
mens hjärtan vemodigt vekna
lätt att känna oss övergivna
Höstens virvlande vind
ylar bland vissna grenar
färgar röd barnets kind
dagar mot vintern skenar
Vinterns dar flyter långsamma
när i dess djupa snö vi kliva
steg glatta, våta, strävsamma
pulsar i driva efter driva
Men trots allt liksom över åren
är hon på väg: den ljuva våren!
Plastic piles & lodges like mastic
Took more than just happenstance
to strangle Earth in mass choking
No sweet sounding song & dance
when all species begun croaking!
Who thought the Earth safeguarded
against plenty piled up plastic
when sloppily discarded
clogging Earth with massive mastic?
Crisis deniers’ speeches bombastic
while their relation to truth elastic
In righteous ire setting themselves afire
For a while and of late
many a hair-triggered spate
of much deep-seated hate
been spewing out of the gate
With good manners dispensed
in righteous ire
ugly crowds get incensed
set themselves afire
But hard of course, at the ball, not to prance
when you’re the only one who knows to dance!
Erstwhile maiden moping, while still hoping
She had been pining
for a charmer
a knight in shining
gleaming armor
Then caught her on-white-horse-knight
after courtship whirlwind!
A leftist who wasn’t too bright
now she suffers chagrined
By now peeled off her lacquer
an aging woman less busty
He turned out a bald slacker
armor cracked & hinges rusty
Next she hopes to find someone who won’t annoy her
perhaps a well-to-do Republican lawyer?