Archive for December, 2019

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Perpetual motion …

That thing you did yesterday,

must be done again.

… Banal “joys” apparently

never end.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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BBC Nation Speak Peace_

I hear BBC news,

it’s noise deluge,

speaking to me in my language, allegedly.

It spits out figures and gives no time to absorb,

spouting contention and arguments,

asking only select participants.

Reporting pain, and drain, negative views,

it’s hard for me to feel anything but confusion,

disorientation, and generalized hate.

That’s quite an achievement,

in this day and age,

fostering yet more rage.

Alas, how I miss what I thought used to be,

BBC news.

Whatever happened to “Nation speaking peace unto nation”?

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Karl von Baden (Grossherzog), 1811

The historians didn’t ask me,

but actually,

Kaspar was a boy,

a son,

I’d have been proud to call my own.

On reflection, delicious irony,

he is said to have wanted to be

a rider, just like me!

What more could a father want?

(screw his mother!)

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Stéphanie de Beauharnais

Alexandre was guillotined:

It seemed the right thing to do.

And I was married to Karl Ludwig:

hateful turd.

As they say in the classics:

“Life is cheap

and toilet paper is expensive.”

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Kaspar Hauser 1

Wannabe, craving family,

will do whatever’s necessary …

At the end (and beginning) of the day,

we all need to be loved unconditionally.

Alas, so often this gets perverted,

sullied and torn,

exploited.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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O du armer Judas, was hast du getan_

Love and good intentions,

misunderstood, rejected,

becomes bitterness and strife.

… Perpetual misery,

what chance, withered fig tree?

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Hoefletelegram

Preacher’s preaching a message the people like, it suits the mood of the times, indeed, everybody wants to move beyond condemnation and guilt.

I feel it. I get it. I understand it. Grace and forgiveness, the Love of God manifest, a new Covenant. Yes!

And yet, strongly within, experience and wisdom are speaking to me, over-riding the emotion.

Then, Preacher cites the example of no speed limit on German Autobahns. And it’s over for me.

(Americans and their obsession with liberty!)

I shout at the TV: “And they used to have free-season on Jews too! But that doesn’t make it right!”

Wisdom speaks to me, it’s innate and overwhelming, the world would be a better place if actually more people were aware of and compelled by feelings of condemnation and guilt. They might actually stop being so self-centered and act in the common good, considering others, abiding by the “Golden Rule”.

This is my angst-ridden seasonal and timeless message.

Take it as you will.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Wm i Mn 2

I love you,

truly I do,

but I like you only

when you’re a memory.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Dzhentileski_ Melankholiya

Lighthearted haiku,

to raise and improve my mood:

Yes, I’m still waiting …

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Dozhd, Okno

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

pounding, bludgeoning my body and soul,

destroying my faith in nature

(whatever that means).

The wind roars, non-stop invective,

insulting, it seems, all that is holy,

as the rain continues to fall in torrents,

deluge, destroying, flooding,

washing away all hope.

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

what’s worse, I know it’ll still be with me tomorrow,

mocking, in calmness and sunshine,

its effects and its essence will linger.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat