Kategoriarkiv: dreamers
Ashes, (Poetry crumbs 2)
I What does a heart sing about when the fire of love dreams has burned down and died? Does it sing at all? Are the days like ash just gray with no goal and direction? The ashes still warm lacks … Fortsätt läsa
Already July?
It rushes by so very fast, the Swedish summer. Already now in July I can feel a lurking anxiety that soon it will be all over with all the greenery, the flowers and bright light nights for a coming darkness … Fortsätt läsa
Born when God took a nap (poetry crumbs 2)
jag föddes en dag när Gud tog en tupplur vaknade ville han första ha en kaffehalva men då satt familjen redan på flyttlasset till nästa eländiga torp och lantbruksjobb i ett fåfängt hopp nedför grusiga … Fortsätt läsa
Between painkillers (poetry crumbs 1)
Emellan värktablett och värktablett bedövas gårdagsdröm och allt det som aldrig blir. Om vi kunde tala men alla orden är harpunerade. Emellan nuets slöjor dröjer en saknaden kvar. Between painkiller and painkiller, yesterday’s dream is stunned and all that what’ll … Fortsätt läsa
I take a walk every day
Translated from Swedish, the Swedish text below. I take a short walk every day to regain my strength in body and head. It is as it use to be, everyone has someone but I have no one at all … Fortsätt läsa
Deleted Profile
Han har raderat sin Profil på sajten! Hur många gånger återupptog vi kontakten de få år som vi kände varandra? Fler än min familj IRL stod ut med! Jag saknade alltid den gode man han påstod sig vara. He has … Fortsätt läsa
We look at each other at a distance without words
We look at each other at a distance without words. Growing a beard won’t make you to a mature man. I have become wiser over time, but hardly younger. You can pray your prayers five times a day although … Fortsätt läsa
Cold April Day
A cold and windy birthday – I turned 72 years (old) today. Freezing, dressed for a warm spring that just was, I limped to the library – my son praiseworthy carrying the … Fortsätt läsa
Jag läser dig in i mina drömmar (I read you into my dreams)
Vägen är lång och verkar vara utan ände. Jag minns dig min vän från innan dagarna vände. Men även om du nu är borta och mitt hjärta känns tömt, finns du ännu i allt vad jag en gång drömt. Jag … Fortsätt läsa
One day life will be beautiful
(All the sadly felled forests in the past, you view them as the harmed life that became yours. And these memories weigh you down and paralyze your life force. But you cannot live like that!) One day life will … Fortsätt läsa
Rescue me!
In Africa and US people put a trust in God. In Sweden we put our faith in healthy food and state-run welfare funded by taxes. We believe people are rational and act sensibly. We all have to live captured … Fortsätt läsa
Dansar ensamma (Dancing alone)
Started up writing in Swedish and then in English and Swedish simultaneously. In English below Dansar ensamma Under pandemin dansar vi ensamma. Hör vaken hjärtats dunk i singelkudden Mina tomma händers längtan efter en räddande Ängel Grådunkeltider Nu i … Fortsätt läsa
Thinking about getting colored pencils
Last Sunday down in town it rained nasty. Monday next, I stayed indoors. The sun was shining. Chilly, I assumed. It will be even colder before winter is over and gone and a warmer season returns. See bare trees. … Fortsätt läsa
The empty easel (Det tomma staffliet)
In English below Det tomma staffliet, svart lack i bordsmodell. Pannåer, fortfarande höljda i sina plastomslag. Vaxkritor för barn, nu sparade och nedpackade i en resväska i hård papp från 40-talet förvarad under en säng, bara flyttad på … Fortsätt läsa
Hassan
His publisher told the media that his death was a disaster. Yet now he is with the stars above and he has left the battlefields behind him with all the scribblers on the literature pages in newspaper in Denmark and … Fortsätt läsa
As the world appears (barber wire haiku)
As the world appears Why bother picking flowers? And why fall in love? Barbed wire Flower The power of tyranny Hong Kong Orchid Tree Trump and Xi Jinping like monsters in ancient myths kills our single lives What to dream … Fortsätt läsa
Midsummer Dreams in the freezer
Lonely men All these lonely men, where do they all come from? And to what will they go with all their dreams, kept strictly secret in their hearts, and at their backs and behind harsh smiles? … Fortsätt läsa
A poor man’s longing for love and a woman
Dan Andersson “Jag väntar vid min mila”. Translated to English by me (note, for private use only on this blog, not to pass on in other contexts). I’m waiting at my charcoal pile I’m waiting at my wood fire while … Fortsätt läsa
The Day cools down / Dagen svalnar
Tiden har gått och dagen svalnar, men ett sårat hjärta blöder ännu lätt. Ett ansikte stelnat som en mask och tårar, dolda. Salta åkrar ger ingen grodd och ingen skörd. Fridfull ter sig din ofrid när som natten nalkas. … Fortsätt läsa
Farewell Agadir!
Farewell Agadir, we never met in your narrow alleys or on your beaches. Your white sins and dirty morals! Closed eye, blinded in contempt for your betrayals, lament and false tears. Farewell Agadir, black light, we never met in true … Fortsätt läsa
Aging female body (part I and II)
He made me hate my aging body, as mercilessly mirrored when I dress in the hall looking at these undeniably saggy boobs and right before, in the bathroom caring for what’s secretly hidden ”down there” my flaccid pussy prickly dry … Fortsätt läsa
Moses Tegnell med sin stafettpinne leder svenska folket genom Corona-pestens ökenlandskap
Moses Tegnell with his baton leads the Swedish people through the desert landscape of the Corona plague De rör sig ur dunkla dis, de sågs aldrig komma I fängelser utan dörrar, tror vi att vi ska överleva… De dirigerar förlusterna … Fortsätt läsa
Lady Corona: heaven can wait, we old don’t want to die!
”I wanted to live,” said a 92 years old Louise in a report on Swedish TV news and in an interview in the Swedish tabloid Expressen. She has survived both covid-19 and intensive care and has now been discharged from … Fortsätt läsa
Laura
Inspired by Francesco Petrarca’s courtly love poems to Laura de Sade I And ever since the day you died, my Laura, my heart is an empty deserted grieving tomb. I dreamed about you in lonely bachelor nights, my feverish body … Fortsätt läsa
Elderly balance (single-leg stance)
When 18 people read my texts I exist. Otherwise it is not much with that, unless I not wake up in the night with cramps in one lower leg, then I surely know I’m alive. I hear on the TV … Fortsätt läsa
Visiting the local library
I (Friday, February 7) It is a Friday noon and I’ll wash my hair and when it has dried, I intend to take the bus to city and walk from there to … Fortsätt läsa
Love torn apart
I wanted your love to be my shelter, a comfort zone, a mine for golden joy to give strength as I’m struggling every month to keep my head above the water having hard times. You … Fortsätt läsa
A lonely blues around the corner
The whole fucking me is like an emergency Hole in the heart, the claw of abandonment Easily forgotten, lone blues around a corner He told I’ll love you forever true forever was short like a little star afar that twinkle … Fortsätt läsa
The desires of the beloved
I imagining having you here with me, touching your naked body unlimited. This even though I, also in the mere thought, shy away from same intimacy from you. Why is obscure, but clearly I cannot talk with you about my … Fortsätt läsa
Silence, solitude
Silence, solitude Now two days without talking to you: it is a lifetime of despair for my heart! Same as once you told me, walked on a shore fearing you and I would never become ”us”. When one cry, the … Fortsätt läsa
A love thriving in our longing
I still think of you the first thing I wake up in the morning and I miss you on my lonely evenings: someone to talk to. And sleeping and dreaming I get lost in scary nightmares. But as soon … Fortsätt läsa
Since she left me lastly (part 2)
Since she left me lastly I rambling around, lost. My eyes are so dry and burns as the winds have blew away all my tears. I’ve a lump in my throat and my heart is … Fortsätt läsa
Good morning world and hello my lousy life!
I say “Good morning world and hello my lousy life!” Waking up in morning is not my favorite moment. Firstly, I am still me. But ”me” first thing in the morning is really not me but my invisibilized lower-class life. … Fortsätt läsa
The weed in my garden of love (thistle love)
I met a guy and I loved him but he never knew my love because he only knew the love he claimed he had for me. It was all about his feelings and never about mine. He never knew how … Fortsätt läsa
The red rose in the rain
Face the red rose in the rain, a love in vain that was aroused, only to be thrown away! Our longing once, turns into disgust. To apart as friends was never an … Fortsätt läsa
I never knew him
I never knew him in the flesh I withdrew for safety reasons He expected too much of me He made me his guiding light Now he rests behind my eyes I have to live with this a while Shame … Fortsätt läsa
Even if you silently weep
Even if you silently weep, don’t worry, no one sees your tears. Yet everybody knows that all hearts have their secret tales. I still think of you, from my early morning to the silent nights. I wonder what was true … Fortsätt läsa
Heart wrapped in barbed wire
I read your letter, roses sweet with thorns thoroughly hidden in thin silk paper. I grieve your heart wrapped in barbed wire! What you have you don’t want and what you want is far away. … Fortsätt läsa
Ambiguous love (feeling trapped)
He asked me if I had written something at my blog that same day and I said no. ”No poems?” he asked and ”No!” I said. ”Why?” he queried. ”I have nothing to write about” I said unhappy. ”So what … Fortsätt läsa
Where the birches rustles their summer song
When one goes, the other is seen left behind: But the former will be what comes. The other: the laughing gentleman, now ridiculous naked butt as the fairy tale emperor: but still haughty he gabbles his garbage. Far after the … Fortsätt läsa
We try to talk
We try to talk to keep it going but we’re not doing it so well, I miss so much to sense your body near mine, not so much about sex as a severe longing to feel your presence here and … Fortsätt läsa
Tom talks to my young suitor
He think I’m weak and he think I’m fragile, yet he cling to me harder than glue. I want to die with him inside me, but I don’t know if I ever will be able to live with him … Fortsätt läsa
Tired!
I heard a tune on Youtube and wasted my morning with reading some Swedish song lyrics, the younger generation. It is that tiny but constant hope to find something that is genuine and heartfelt. But no? I said to … Fortsätt läsa
Traces from the 1960s and March 2019, sounding in a contemporary poem (Algeria)
Tomas Tranströmer’s poem ”Om Historien” (About History) from the poem collection ”Klanger och spår” (Sounds and tracks) published 1966 I En dag i mars går jag ner till sjön och lyssnar. Isen är … Fortsätt läsa
(Mind matter) Märka ord
Märk nu mina ord, jag besökte er ett tag, men var verkligen aldrig där: ett vingslag mot din kind i natten, du rös till litegrann. Vi bor i Sverige men lever i världen. Våra tankar borde vara såsom svalor i … Fortsätt läsa
Once upon a time I had a crush on a young man
Once upon a time I had a crush on a young man. He had such a lovely mustache, dimples in his cheeks and very blue eyes. He looked at me and got my heart to beat faster. But he was … Fortsätt läsa
I januari återvänder ljuset (January light)
I januari återvänder ljuset till landet och hjärtan öppnar sina dunkla kamrar och vädrar ut vinterns mörkertider och jag – ja, jag tänker ju fortfarande på dig, men undrar om jag lurar mig själv med detta ihärdiga tänk och om … Fortsätt läsa
And next year with you
I said, next year with you wherever you are and whatever will be. The future is anyway off and it has with no mercy closed its gates for me (us). But we have what we have … Fortsätt läsa
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