Svart får utvandrade

Han begav sej iväg utomlands

trots sina stugsittar vanor
Bor på Stillahavskusten nånstans
å tjatar om svenska anor

Där han höres klaga å ljuga
att var svart får på släktens gård
med ynklig bil å för trång stuga
blev barndommen hans alltför hård

Nu med stort hus å bil vräkig
är han alltjämt lika mjäkig

 

Sleep turned dour

Asleep pain invades my hip
while cramp runs up a leg
in discomfort’s iron grip
does not avail to beg

In bed for too long a stretch
tossing, turning restless
At dawn getting up to kvetch
of hours which dragged endless!

During day I cower
fearful decrepit
of when tonight turns dour
can’t fake intrepid

Of Latin insight let’s not be wear

Now longer ‘esse quam videri’
but rather the other way around
Of ancient wisdom we have grown weary
not letting others’ insight confound

These days largely perception
now ‘seem’ equals ‘to be’, truly!
Keeping up the deception
displaying presumption coolly

Be a showoff and act headstrong
and they may not suspect you’re wrong!

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-esse quam videri = ‘to be, rather than to seem (to be)’

City blocks with props

Finding this ‘ship’ (or a perhaps a similar one)
https://www.princess.com/ships-and-experience/ships/gp-regal-princess/
docking in my home port of Gothenburg indignantly inspired this verse:

Those cruise ships ascensive
intrusions ostensive:

Floating (so over the top)
huge high rise city blocks
propelled by huge churning prop:
Cruising crescendo rocks!

Railed clueless passengers
grinning & gawking
they’re tourism’s scavengers
while locals mocking

Ship of schlock
please don’t dock!

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railed = here: lined up along the ship’s rail

Darling Dawn

Body tossed & thoughts churned
in agony, ache
Pleas for ‘peace of mind’ spurned
right until awake

slipping from darkness clutches
‘darling dawn’ embracing
Hobbling as if on crutches
nasty night replacing

whence day spent in flight
from last night’s bleak blight

 

 

Meet life’s fool, hubristic & often the victim

Be that as it may here’s to those of us who may be lacking in self-awareness. How & when shall we know? Well, here obviously lies the problem: Only after we acquire some self-awareness.

Meet Life’s Fool
thinks he’s cool
Such jewel
lets us drool

Sillily, grinning
he’s on a tear
“For sure, yeah, winning!”
confident cheer

He saunters, skipping
down the boardwalk:
“Who’s tripping, slipping
talk of cakewalk!”

Then walks on to the pier
thinks “No one hotter
I’m the guy to revere
walking on water!”

In Summer sun’s bright glare
all blindingly clear
embraced by fawning air
“I’m untouched by fear!”

“No way I’m compromising
got it all handled, thanks!”
His eyes fixed on horizon:
so he walks off the planks!

Wild curses from waves below
indignant voice in snort:
“How was I supposed to know?
Who built the pier too short?!”

A Nation tripped up on its shortcuts

Surely you have noticed how many pedestrians insist on crossing busy streets diagonally after not being bothered walking to an adjacent street corner or crosswalk? Behavior that puts others at risk be damned if we can save a few steps – even absurdly so when out walking or running for exercise!

Not in this Homeland Star Spangled
crossing streets, or at corners
do we ever walk right-angled
That’s for rigid foreigners!

In ‘One Nation under Shortcuts’
diagonally we proudly cross
whether for dire needs or donuts
We’re, as freedom lovers, our own boss!

We dash out between parked cars
into the busy street
without a ‘look left-right’ pause
with nose on screen or eat!

Except when marching off martially
poor small weakly armed nations to mangle
which is done globally, most harshly
Then our troops turn smartly in right angle!

Tills en vacker dag, tjo!

På frimodighet snuvad
trött på allt tjat å bråk
av själva Livet kuvad
slumrar i torftig kåk?

Men har vi en stark tro
så bara å gno
för en vacker dag: Tjo
in i Himlens Zoo!

Tills dess kan vi tvivla
helst inte förtvivla …

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-zoo = här: ett ställe befolkat av ett urval av förtjänta f.d. jordbor