Kategoriarkiv: November gloom
Not much Joe Biden will be able to do
Not much Joe Biden will be able to do. Unite what is divided may not be done. But to sow seeds of hatred will decrease and precious plants of respect for equal rights of others’ views will visibly grow. … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i abuse, alienation, create life, culture values, falsity, friendship, hope, human cruelty, human rights, life turns, listen more talk less, living in the world, living with others, morality, November gloom, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, politics, repression and borders, social movements, troubled life
Märkt bad loser, create life, dark forces, Donald Trump, dreams, giving hope, hope, Joe Biden, light, living in the world, presidential election US, repression and borders
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November, the second
November, the second. Hard winds are blowing outside my windows, as in a riven hostile world, seen alone on TV news. I feel bare trees freezes, at times I walk on the shiny black wet sidewalks there slippery golden … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i absence, alienation, armed loneliness, Autumn poem, darkness, distance, life crises, life turns, loss, lost, missing, November gloom, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, repression and borders, sickness, troubled life, vulnerability, Winter heart
Märkt alone, Autumn poem, coping life, Corona times, dystra tider, höstrusk, living in the world, loneliness, November storms, relationships, repression, troubled world, world crises
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The icicle (imagination)
It’s raining outside and he fell asleep so easily. She sits on the edge of the bed, nude but with a blanket over her bare shoulders and the back from him. She thinks of nothing while smoking a cigarette. At … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i alienation, fictional story, images, loneliness, November gloom, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, relationships, romance, sexuality
Märkt bed smoking, couples, fantasize about, lonely heart, love and life, No, November image, romance, sleeping lover, sleepless, smoking company
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Remembering (All Saints’ Day)
What olden dead can be deader than those who were once buried in graveyards which were later abandoned to become desolate churchyards? Decades and centuries have passed by those wasted and neglected places and curious but yet rare visitors can … Fortsätt läsa
Ensam saknad viskar / Lone missing whispers
Oktober glöder, även i duggregn. Men en trötthet håller mig nere. Jag önskar mig ett ”hej” från dig, men ändå inte. Vi alla här lunkar kalla mot kala träd och gravsång- er i dyster nordisk november grå. Inomhus, ensam saknad … Fortsätt läsa
poems by vonnely 
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