Kategoriarkiv: to die
Cut up, slow down (1)
I am angry and not sad, treated like a piece of cheese,got the moldy edges cut off to be repackaged but luckilytoo old to be placed at a sales counter again: Yes ”lucky” to be … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i alienation, arduous times, fragility, healing, healthcare meetings, life crises, living with sickness, loneliness, old age, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, sadness, sickness, Swedish conditions, to die
Märkt angry not sad, arg och sjuk patient, disease treatmentsts, healthcare system, long-term sick, rebellious patient, sjukvårdsbehandlad som en möglig ost, treatment effects
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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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Neither for nor against (The Swedish approach)
In English below I Jag är inte med dig, jag är inte mot dig jag är mittemellan dig och alla, intryckt nedtryckt under din höjda arm, näsan begravd i din armhåla, du stinker: byt deodorant! Eller: håll avståndet. II Sluta … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i abuse, armed loneliness, become old, betrayal, culture values, diseases, distance, falsehood, fears, fooled, fragility, human cruelty, left aside, lies, living in the world, living with others, lost, morality, old age, poem in Swedish and English, poem in Swedish translated to English, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, politics, reality, satire, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, to die, troubled life, vulnerability
Märkt abandoned, age discrimination, age-apartheid, ageism, aging, coping life, corona in Sweden, corona-ättestupan, covid-19, den svenska modellen, gamlas liv, levnadsvillkor äldre, repression, the Swedish approach
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You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet!
Fy fan för äldreboenden, ättestupa och hurtig underhållning med Evert Taube! Jag skulle hellre äta råttgift än att bo där! Den sen decennier bortgångne och mytologiserade trubaduren Taube är sannerligen ingen … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i abuse, aging, become old, fragility, human cruelty, human rights, living with others, lost, maturity, old age, poem in English and Swedish, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, reading life, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", to die, vulnerability, walk of life
Märkt "entertainments for oldies", age discrimination, ageism, äldreboenden, åldersapartheid, åldringsvård, coping life, create life, loneliness, repression
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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
Publicerat i abuse, alienation, armed loneliness, betrayal, borders, copied lyrics, creativity, culture values, darkness, desirers, dreamers, faith, falsity, fragility, frihet, gloom, hate, hope, human cruelty, human rights, inspiring literature, inspiring music, inspiring songs, left aside, lies, living in the world, loneliness, longing, loss, lost trust, melancholy, memories, morality, opportunities, parenting, poem in English and Swedish, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, reading, rebellious lovers, repression and borders, roots, sacred, satire, Sweden view, Swedish "culture", Swedish conditions, Swedish souls, to die, transformation, translations by vonnely, troubled life, visionaries, vulnerability, walls
Märkt "Sverigebilden", Anders Tegnell, Fadime, finding light, free interpretation, fri tolkning, J M Baule, mortality, samhällsbilden, society and the individual, Sweden Corona solutions, tidsbild, time image, translations, unga döda, Yahya Hassan, young migrants
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April 2020, fears and balcony dreams
Written in Swedish and then translated to English When I see the few people on the streets nowadays, I see not only the people who seems to ignore everything but their own living: I can see fears in the others’ … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i changes, fears, images, poem in Swedish translated to English, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, reading life, reality, Sweden view, Swedish conditions, Swedish poem to English, to die, vår
Märkt balkong-drömmar, Corona-skräcken, covid-19, fatal fear, pandemic, plan the future, smittsam rädsla, sommarplaner, spring, summer dreams, virus
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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
Mother of five (Mater Dolorosa at Rinkeby)
Mother of five, son why did you not die in my womb? From Rinkeby to Dubai now prison for life for murder? You never came back home, reading your truth in my eyes! Son, you grew up to become a … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i darkness, grief, hate, heartache, living in the world, lost, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, politics, reading, sadness, Sweden view, Swedish conditions, to die
Märkt borders, drug crimes, gang murders, loss, lost generation, mater dolorosa, repression, Sweden views
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Kindly kill yourself on an unnoticed day
It is a popular game, blaming others! Everyone points fingers at everyone and nobody is good enough: you’re white not good, you’re black not good, you’re a ”leftie” not good, a ”right-wing” not good, you’re a criminal not good, homeless … Fortsätt läsa
Publicerat i lost, obstacles, poems, poems by vonnely, Poetry, sadness, to die, vulnerability, with or without you
Märkt compassion, coping life, crushing Christmas, repression, sadness, survivors, when to die, winter poem
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