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Luna, Solar Corona, i Venera 2

O Venera!

How I admire your detached, distant enlightenment.

Your silent wisdom inspires, when I am receptive,

more precisely, when I am allowed.

Glorious Venera!

You are not moved by the evils of this world and its people,

but they wreck havoc on each other,

day by day destroying, it feels,

me.

O Venera!

If I believed praying to you would make things right,

and lighten my burden,

I absolutely would,

if only I could …

Alas.

O Venera, you are faithful,

I am human, pained and confused,

forgive me.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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I want to believe the best about people,

good intentions, etc.

But I’ve met too many,

been disappointed too often,

lied to

and cheated,

to, alas, be jaded,

wearied

and sadly wary.

… Regardless, a small flame flickers:

Wistful agony!

Disenchanted, alienated,

overwhelmed by impossibility,

still, I want to believe.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Linköping Bloodbath_ Gustaf Bids Farewell

And so, in the past-present, wishfully I wonder,

perhaps it’s all been some entity’s idea of a wicked practical joke:

yesterday’s progress inversion; death, despair, turmoil.

“Happy April Fools!”, mockingly he will say, today,

hopefully.

And we can all go back to “normality”.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Flower Blows, Hope_

So, pretend it’s my Birthday,

and you want me to be happy.

Can we also pretend that everything is OK?

That we’re living in harmony.

That things are the way they should be.

That machines work and people have heart,

compassion,

truly caring about (*every*) each other.

… Peaceful bliss!

Can we imagine, hope, believe,

the seemingly impossible?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Greuze, Jean-Baptiste, 1725-1805; The Letter Writer

It speaks volumes…

But doesn’t everything,

if you listen…

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Die Unehelichen 2

She asked me about Summer vacation: places, prospects, possibilities.

“Next Summer?” I replied,

“If I want to go anywhere, it’s back in time!”

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Lake Baikal, Starry Night Sky

If I had,

but I didn’t,

so don’t (remind me, or pull me down, under, to drown) …

It’s gone.

I tried.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Потеря

Relentless.

News, views, blog posts,

talk,

rarely deep, occasionally meaningful,

usually shallow, repetitive,

chatter,

jarring, arrhythmic,

typically predictable,

always, alas, enthusiastic.

So tiring to be around.

I need to be alone.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Perpetual motion …

That thing you did yesterday,

must be done again.

… Banal “joys” apparently

never end.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat