Kategoriarkiv: poverty
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
Publicerat i create life, cultures, dreamers, loss, poem in English and Swedish, poems, poems by vonnely, poverty
Märkt coping life, dreams, farm laborer slavery, fattigliv, livsdrömmar, poverty life, repression, statarliv
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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
Publicerat i create life, dreamers, fate, morality, opportunities, poem in English and Swedish, poem in English to Swedish, poem in Swedish and English, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, poverty, repression and borders, restrictions, winter, Winter heart
Märkt begränsningar, colored pencils, coping life, create life, dreams, dystra tider, gloomy times, gråa tider, greyish times, låsningar, levnadstid, living time, painting life, restrictions, Swedish restrictions, winter poem
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The piano
My mother bought a piano with many years of payments, hoping it would prevent her youngest daughter to leave her alone and unsupported. As a child cannot be hindered from growing up and start its … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i create life, fears, fragility, hope, incapacity, left aside, life crises, loneliness, loss, obstacles, opportunities, parenting, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, poverty, remembering, roots, to die, troubled life, unhappiness
Märkt aging, alone, breaking up, broken heart, coping life, create life, dreams, dysfunctional families, family bonds, growing up, hope, loss, memories, mothers, parenting, repression, separation
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Harsh wind, some reflections
The rain ended and the summer heat came but the harsh wind has stayed. And it is hard-bitten merciless. My balcony plants looks like terrified puppies. My mother heart aches for little ones. I’m worn out from … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i alienation, courage, culture values, distance, falsity, fears, fragility, grannar, grief, human cruelty, human rights, left aside, living in the world, loneliness, loners, loss, lost trust, morality, neighbors, obstacles, old age, poem in English and Swedish, poem in Swedish and English, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, politics, poverty, present time, sadness, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, troubled life, vulnerability
Märkt abandoned, abandonment, äldrevården, övergivenhet, broken heart, coping life, corona-ättestupan, covid-19 Sverige, ensamhet dubblad isolering, Erich Maria Remarque, gamlas liv, loneliness, lonely heart, loss, Natt i Lissabon, relationships, repression, sadness, The night in Lisbon
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A low-priced life // Fattigpensionär
In my universe it’s rather empty, even the cat rejects the low-price tuna fish from supermarket to then run around in fury in my two-room flat when I tell her it’s what you get … 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
Publicerat i about writing, aging, alienation, armed loneliness, authenticity, become old, body image, courage, create life, creativity, culture values, dreamers, fate, fears, fragile, grief, happiness, human cruelty, left aside, living with chronic diseases, loneliness, loners, loss, lost, lost trust, maturity, melancholy, memories, morality, obstacles, old age, opportunities, past, poems by vonnely, politics, poverty, reading life, reality, repression and borders, Short prose, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, unhappiness, visionaries, vulnerability, walk of life, walls, with or without you, words, writing
Märkt aging, alone, balance, bli sedd, breaking up, create life, dreams, living in the world, loneliness, loss, on poetry writing, readers, repression, sadness, visible, yoga
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”If the people go hungry, they will eat their rulers”
Your destiny in the orange envelope I I want something new, I need something new, I want something else. And I surely don’t want the living conditions I have. II Lack of freedom and poverty is to not … Fortsätt läsa
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