oskar
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 10:13am
14th Jan 2025 10:13am
Sweden tody
Sweden today
What happened to Sweden throwing off her neutrality like it was an old overcoat and to make matters worse joining old NATO, that is a moribund military organization.
I remember Ingrid Bergman, a great actress when I see her, I wonder, why Ricky had
a nightclub in Casablanca
There were many famous Swedes, such as Alfred Nobel, and Ingmar Bergman, and not forget Birgitte Nielsen married to an actor named Rocky Stalone, a screen hero
I remember Malmo where I bought coffee cups
With flowers on, now this town is full of angry belligerent Islamists...
What happened to Sweden throwing off her neutrality like it was an old overcoat and to make matters worse joining old NATO, that is a moribund military organization.
I remember Ingrid Bergman, a great actress when I see her, I wonder, why Ricky had
a nightclub in Casablanca
There were many famous Swedes, such as Alfred Nobel, and Ingmar Bergman, and not forget Birgitte Nielsen married to an actor named Rocky Stalone, a screen hero
I remember Malmo where I bought coffee cups
With flowers on, now this town is full of angry belligerent Islamists...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 7:03pm
6th Sep 2024 7:03pm
The Best Life Still To Live
Funny how you can see forever down the
barrel of a gun, it’s as if the cylindrical
shadow siphons the soul into a darker
place, forever stares at you and blows you
a kiss that tickles your trigger finger
It’s a familiar feeling for the warrior, always
fighting forward, battling with such bravery
knowing all too well that loss lies lurking
at the door, it never occurred to him that it
would be his child, the first born
Oh but to dive into that black pool and
reach for a hand not there is terrifying,
darkness though...
barrel of a gun, it’s as if the cylindrical
shadow siphons the soul into a darker
place, forever stares at you and blows you
a kiss that tickles your trigger finger
It’s a familiar feeling for the warrior, always
fighting forward, battling with such bravery
knowing all too well that loss lies lurking
at the door, it never occurred to him that it
would be his child, the first born
Oh but to dive into that black pool and
reach for a hand not there is terrifying,
darkness though...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love #TimeHeals
#love #TimeHeals
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 9:13pm
15th Jan 2025 9:13pm
fake review
Fake reviews
In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café,
her food was wonderful
I advised mariners to go for a visit
and be welcomed by a true lady.
I now learned that unsolicited reviews
are no longer appreciated
My recommendation was delivered verbally
Andrea doesn’t know she is a grandmother and
One of her grandchildren runs the place
I once ran a café in Liverpool selling bacon butties
I could have done with the friendly review
From the people who worked at the small factories nearby
but when Margaret Thatcher ...
In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café,
her food was wonderful
I advised mariners to go for a visit
and be welcomed by a true lady.
I now learned that unsolicited reviews
are no longer appreciated
My recommendation was delivered verbally
Andrea doesn’t know she is a grandmother and
One of her grandchildren runs the place
I once ran a café in Liverpool selling bacon butties
I could have done with the friendly review
From the people who worked at the small factories nearby
but when Margaret Thatcher ...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:08pm
Yesterday 1:08pm
the last bus
The last bus
This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living wildly and not going for longevity
This makes us miserable because we have nothing to look back on and say, sure I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our...
This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living wildly and not going for longevity
This makes us miserable because we have nothing to look back on and say, sure I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#kindness
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hackerstacker
Poem Published
5th Dec 2018 7:20pm
5th Dec 2018 7:20pm
Here is my hand again
Here is my Hand Again...
Some distance lies between us now,
In all aspects of the word,
Over mountain tops, yet under clouds,
Your whispers are still heard,
Hundreds of miles in between,
My very self and yours,
Yet I can feel you here right by my side,
Like the times spent by the shore,
There's a light in you that always glows,
And I've seen it through dark brush,
Your natural guidance lifts my soul,
And leads me through untouched,
You're the sense of sun following the rain,
And the...
Some distance lies between us now,
In all aspects of the word,
Over mountain tops, yet under clouds,
Your whispers are still heard,
Hundreds of miles in between,
My very self and yours,
Yet I can feel you here right by my side,
Like the times spent by the shore,
There's a light in you that always glows,
And I've seen it through dark brush,
Your natural guidance lifts my soul,
And leads me through untouched,
You're the sense of sun following the rain,
And the...
#forgiveness
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:08am
17th Dec 2024 10:08am
the warped tree (edited)
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since
I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and
were little stories
The pity is that I have to write without a publisher
can't afford to hire one; those I dare to ask run a thousand miles
one of them, a poor man, is a lecturer at Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled
in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal color ...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since
I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and
were little stories
The pity is that I have to write without a publisher
can't afford to hire one; those I dare to ask run a thousand miles
one of them, a poor man, is a lecturer at Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled
in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal color ...
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love
#motivational
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
15th Mar 2019 1:10am
15th Mar 2019 1:10am
To love the sun or a man
A burning bike bound
for the shadowy surface of a sky
in a ceaseless chase of craze, the crazy
know to kneel to kvell
a triumph over tales of truth trapt
I why of his writeness
he grafts greatness and graffiti
on the spill of my skull
and forms the first films a feel of fire
I spell his sapien story, of smoke and spirit
of banishing the baleful with a bone brush
lining a lustre lore in ligaments
hugging the hopeful hues of me
he flares the fine firmament of my feet
and brings the beneath back to below
...
for the shadowy surface of a sky
in a ceaseless chase of craze, the crazy
know to kneel to kvell
a triumph over tales of truth trapt
I why of his writeness
he grafts greatness and graffiti
on the spill of my skull
and forms the first films a feel of fire
I spell his sapien story, of smoke and spirit
of banishing the baleful with a bone brush
lining a lustre lore in ligaments
hugging the hopeful hues of me
he flares the fine firmament of my feet
and brings the beneath back to below
...
#boyfriend
#forgiveness
#honesty
#admiration
#MovingOn
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 11:43pm
6th Dec 2024 11:43pm
she left me for a woman
She left me for a woman.
What can I say it just happened . a lost puppy
she avoided me at first but ate the food
skeptical in her young life, she has suffered
cruelty
I was watching TV when she decided to
throw her lot in with me, but he head on my
left food, how did she know I was a lefty
sat for an hour, not daring to move
she woke, stretched, and made signs she needed
a pee, but I had to go with her
Now that I was the master, I made rules
which she ignored at times
She had my mascot from Norway because
it had...
What can I say it just happened . a lost puppy
she avoided me at first but ate the food
skeptical in her young life, she has suffered
cruelty
I was watching TV when she decided to
throw her lot in with me, but he head on my
left food, how did she know I was a lefty
sat for an hour, not daring to move
she woke, stretched, and made signs she needed
a pee, but I had to go with her
Now that I was the master, I made rules
which she ignored at times
She had my mascot from Norway because
it had...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude #happiness
#gratitude #happiness
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 5:23pm
7th Jan 2025 5:23pm
the Gotham man
the Gotham man
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is...
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 5:15pm
10th Nov 2024 5:15pm
unhurried morning
unhurried morning
The bay window
showed me a beautiful vista
as young eyes see nature
This sight worried me
was there a message here?
Showing me what I will miss
when I shall be dust
blow in the wind of forever
The bay window
showed me a beautiful vista
as young eyes see nature
This sight worried me
was there a message here?
Showing me what I will miss
when I shall be dust
blow in the wind of forever
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude #love
#gratitude #love
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 8:31am
9th Jan 2025 8:31am
a regular day
A regular day
We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you...
We read, with amusement, that Facebook is set free
Mark, our erstwhile friend, has seen the light
Not spending money on fast-checkers, more kudos to him
Is he sincere
For now, this is of scant interest, the wind blows hard, rattles the window, and demands to be let inside.
Hollers, you were glad for the summer breeze
So, what is wrong now
How do explain, to the wind it is a matter of knowing when the climate for change is right?
The wind is not willing to give up, asks what about
X, a rude and opinionated site; well, you...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude
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Maya404
Maya545
Maya545
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 7:02am
6th Dec 2024 7:02am
Six feet under
Not a good start
Certainely not a good one.
Didn’t end well too.
But it’s fine
I loved the moments with you.
Even if they were not made with me,
She was here before me.
she’s pretty, smart and kind too
if one of dies, i hope it’s me
coz i dont wanna be here without you.
Maybe that’s my core.
Making my life about someone else.
Darling, still remember,
even if I’m six feet under,
I’d listen to you talk about your day.
Certainely not a good one.
Didn’t end well too.
But it’s fine
I loved the moments with you.
Even if they were not made with me,
She was here before me.
she’s pretty, smart and kind too
if one of dies, i hope it’s me
coz i dont wanna be here without you.
Maybe that’s my core.
Making my life about someone else.
Darling, still remember,
even if I’m six feet under,
I’d listen to you talk about your day.
#courage
#forgiveness
#respect #strength
#respect #strength
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