When lacking the courage to understand

His life has all but run its course

indulging in shallow cant
hid in wryness from his Norse source
Housed high hopes but findings scant

He had thus subconsciously yearned
for where pure fantasy holds its sway
Made poor use of what little learned
while boasts boisterously in brash bray

He’ll witlessly wander in No Man’s Land
when lacking the courage to understand

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-cant = (not confused with: can’t) hypocritical and sanctimonious talk, typically of a moral, religious, or political nature
-no man’s land = here: a life not settled into due to fear or uncertainty

 

 

Facing the adverse by writing verse? Really now, how?!

There’s no denying
ain’t about ‘what’ I write
when versifying
but ‘how’ I transcend plight

If thought of at all I’ll be judged
not by my strophes of verse
or whether some rhymes crisp or smudged
but how I faced the adverse

Easy to smile when life seems child’s play
a lot harder when hope spins astray

Bluebells chime in Spring

Ethereal Bluebells
aren’t on human time
When wondrous Springtime knells
soundlessly they chime

Most faint winds stir them at will
unruffled, uncaptured
unstintingly poised they thrill
We’re embraced, enraptured

Springtime’s soul
breathes through Bluebells
takes no toll
all anguish quells

Bluebells’ ineffable presence
flows unhurried through senescence

Dikt av vikt

Med förhoppning om insikt
förutan blir blott vers
ordskval utan tillförsikt
sån beklämmande pärs

En duglig dikt
bör ha vikt
fraser med svikt
utryckt chict

Men ej stoltsera med rygg oböjlig
för då kan du anses lite löjlig

Skrek den, steken?

Den stackars magen
ett trångt lager
där obehagen
ofta gnager

Uppsväld uti skärseld
kan magen värka
måhända i gengäld?
Måste väl märka:

Steken, en gång nöjd idisslande ko
finner den i gnisslande mage ro?

Om vår glupska aptit

Visst funkar ekonomin
för rikas hjärtan iskalla
döva till de armas skrin
som för sina barn bönfalla

Är livet mest om profit
vem vet för oss alla?
I mänskors glupska aptit
lidelser skall svalla

Så vi får lov att ta i hårdhänta
eftersom vi ju är välförtjänta!

All out push for cars self-driven ought not be a given

Self-driven technology
becoming article of faith
dogmatic theology
while implementation the wraith

Letting automation thrive
as we watch, indulged til cockeyed?
While cars built as fun to drive
we’ll be along just or the ride!

Though would we not get relieved
wildly keeping on high-fiveing
when this techno-fix achieved
no one gets fined for drunk driving

While slack-jawed we praise high-tech as The Solution
aren’t there saner paths of human evolution?