Poems About Reading Seeking Friendly Advice
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oskar
Poem Published
10th May 2021 9:02am
10th May 2021 9:02am
a May Morning
May Morning
A strange morning, clouds look like they were trying
to put up wallpaper, but the work was too much, and they left the project.
Drips like glue fell into the sea and became flakes of sunlight.
An airplane crossed the sky. It looked old, and it wheels were not retracted
perhaps it was a private plane doing a bit of exercise keeping its owner alert.
A seagull flew past it was a big one hardly flapping its wing, how I envy its flight.
So, why are you not happy?
I have seen so many oceans they are all the same…wet.
The oceans have...
A strange morning, clouds look like they were trying
to put up wallpaper, but the work was too much, and they left the project.
Drips like glue fell into the sea and became flakes of sunlight.
An airplane crossed the sky. It looked old, and it wheels were not retracted
perhaps it was a private plane doing a bit of exercise keeping its owner alert.
A seagull flew past it was a big one hardly flapping its wing, how I envy its flight.
So, why are you not happy?
I have seen so many oceans they are all the same…wet.
The oceans have...
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#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
10th May 2021 3:28am
10th May 2021 3:28am
firsts, obsession, falling in love and all the endless lessons learned...
pages worn
some permanently
dog eared disfigured
spine gnarled
and willingly abused
discolored
smudges to lettering
yet still intact
enough
to claim
of truest love
to be cherished
and known as
coveted
above all others
many attempted
but none able
to curry the same favor
on travel
long and short
for obstacles of waiting
years and years together
yet, fondness
remains
still it grows
in it's warmth of familiar
the...
some permanently
dog eared disfigured
spine gnarled
and willingly abused
discolored
smudges to lettering
yet still intact
enough
to claim
of truest love
to be cherished
and known as
coveted
above all others
many attempted
but none able
to curry the same favor
on travel
long and short
for obstacles of waiting
years and years together
yet, fondness
remains
still it grows
in it's warmth of familiar
the...
#books
#TruthOfLife
#FirstLove #reading
#FirstLove #reading
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 6:56am
27th Feb 2021 6:56am
set sail at sunset
Set sail in the Sunset
When the world was big
and the ship I was onboard left Trinidad
sailed to the Panama Canal.
We crossed the Pacific Ocean, and we were alone
in a world so big.
Then the Indian Ocean, the world was endless
finding an island, a needle in a haystack.
It was long ago, long before Apollo made the world
into a small planet in the vast universe
and the moon was a balloon, as David Niven said.
Our world has shrunk, it is a tiny place, yet we fight
for religion or some silly political views.
When the world was big
and the ship I was onboard left Trinidad
sailed to the Panama Canal.
We crossed the Pacific Ocean, and we were alone
in a world so big.
Then the Indian Ocean, the world was endless
finding an island, a needle in a haystack.
It was long ago, long before Apollo made the world
into a small planet in the vast universe
and the moon was a balloon, as David Niven said.
Our world has shrunk, it is a tiny place, yet we fight
for religion or some silly political views.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#passion
#reading
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2021 10:43am
23rd Feb 2021 10:43am
man and his dog
Morning sight
A man and his dog
Are coming out of a house
The man has an umbrella
The dog is not happy.
It stops by the curb
Empty its bowel, pee and
Sniff a tree.
The man, further down
The street calls his mutt
It ignores him
Runs back to the house.
This is not the weather.
For long walks.
A man and his dog
Are coming out of a house
The man has an umbrella
The dog is not happy.
It stops by the curb
Empty its bowel, pee and
Sniff a tree.
The man, further down
The street calls his mutt
It ignores him
Runs back to the house.
This is not the weather.
For long walks.
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 4:27pm
22nd Jan 2021 4:27pm
after Trump
After Trump
Now that Trump has gone but not for good
What shall we hate next?
When our love affair with Joe Biden is over shall
We look a bit closer to his politics we know he is
A politician for all-season I like to ask the question:
How come he has gone from relative poverty
To very rich?
The answer is that he has been paid by big business.
To represent their interest and only theirs, the people.
Are only useful during election time.
He has already adopted some of Trump´s policies
as for the variety, his top administration is...
Now that Trump has gone but not for good
What shall we hate next?
When our love affair with Joe Biden is over shall
We look a bit closer to his politics we know he is
A politician for all-season I like to ask the question:
How come he has gone from relative poverty
To very rich?
The answer is that he has been paid by big business.
To represent their interest and only theirs, the people.
Are only useful during election time.
He has already adopted some of Trump´s policies
as for the variety, his top administration is...
#books
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 10:06am
15th Jan 2021 10:06am
who tells lie?
Who Tell lies?
“Hey, this is the internet everybody lies.”
this was a throwaway sentence in a TV program
forgotten by the one who spoke the line or when
it sounded right.
It made me think is the world less honest now we have internet?
If this is so is it because we don´t see the people we lie to.
What about me do I tell lies?
Yes, at times when intrusive people ask questions
I find no ground to answer. I´m also a writer and use things I have
heard or read what happened in my and others live to tell a story.
but in my private...
“Hey, this is the internet everybody lies.”
this was a throwaway sentence in a TV program
forgotten by the one who spoke the line or when
it sounded right.
It made me think is the world less honest now we have internet?
If this is so is it because we don´t see the people we lie to.
What about me do I tell lies?
Yes, at times when intrusive people ask questions
I find no ground to answer. I´m also a writer and use things I have
heard or read what happened in my and others live to tell a story.
but in my private...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #reading
#MyInspiration #reading
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 11:13am
7th Jan 2021 11:13am
restriction
Restriction, restriction
The world is getting mad, and the police patrol cruises the street
if you are caught without a mask heavy fine awaits.
I see some schools are open, but some are not, there has been an outbreak
of the pest in some of them.
Happy days for parents whose children are at school it is good
to be rid of the little blighters for a few hours.
In Norway, you can go to any restaurant or pub
but you can´t by alcohol- mine is 7up, cola for my friend-
Only in Norway can they do this.
But we have been here before when the Christian-...
The world is getting mad, and the police patrol cruises the street
if you are caught without a mask heavy fine awaits.
I see some schools are open, but some are not, there has been an outbreak
of the pest in some of them.
Happy days for parents whose children are at school it is good
to be rid of the little blighters for a few hours.
In Norway, you can go to any restaurant or pub
but you can´t by alcohol- mine is 7up, cola for my friend-
Only in Norway can they do this.
But we have been here before when the Christian-...
#books
#WritersBlock
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 8:33am
6th Jan 2021 8:33am
pharma
the pharma
We must say one thing clear the pandemic is running us
we try to reduce its influence by wanting people sitting in weeks in and weeks out
sooner or later, we have to be let out
and since we by sitting in we have no defensive are like the Indian meeting the flu
for the first time, and many more people succumb to this pest.
The vaccine has a field day.
The vaccine might help as long get an ejection twice a year a gift packed
For the pharma- an industry we have been addicted to yet another vaccine telling
we need
Pill taking and...
We must say one thing clear the pandemic is running us
we try to reduce its influence by wanting people sitting in weeks in and weeks out
sooner or later, we have to be let out
and since we by sitting in we have no defensive are like the Indian meeting the flu
for the first time, and many more people succumb to this pest.
The vaccine has a field day.
The vaccine might help as long get an ejection twice a year a gift packed
For the pharma- an industry we have been addicted to yet another vaccine telling
we need
Pill taking and...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion #reading
#passion #reading
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oskar
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 12:30pm
4th Jan 2021 12:30pm
the anscient regime
The ancient regime
I was in Shanghai once during the cultural revolution
everyone mostly young people wore the same grey clothes
half military cut, not a colour in sight except for the flag.
And the book they gave everyone called “Mao´s little red book.”
where words the new China was printed, those
who argued had to confess in public and sent to a camp,
or farm this to learn to be a worker.
Of course, in this socialist paradise, we were not allowed
to go ashore and the was a guard by the gangway to be sure
we didn´t run away.
It...
I was in Shanghai once during the cultural revolution
everyone mostly young people wore the same grey clothes
half military cut, not a colour in sight except for the flag.
And the book they gave everyone called “Mao´s little red book.”
where words the new China was printed, those
who argued had to confess in public and sent to a camp,
or farm this to learn to be a worker.
Of course, in this socialist paradise, we were not allowed
to go ashore and the was a guard by the gangway to be sure
we didn´t run away.
It...
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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oskar
Poem Published
9th Dec 2020 11:16am
9th Dec 2020 11:16am
Friday shopping
Friday shopping
The farmer and I went shopping every Friday
(horse and cart) to a small town at the lowland, the shop had a stable.
This place had no café or bars; the farmers congregated in the stable
And drank from a bottle.
The farmer in an expansive mood gave pennies to buy ice-cream
It was not much of an ice- cream; I walked around looked into shop windows
Selling things, I would not dream of buying.
When I came back the cart has fully loaded the staff in the shop had
Seen to this, outside the town the farmer fell asleep I took the...
The farmer and I went shopping every Friday
(horse and cart) to a small town at the lowland, the shop had a stable.
This place had no café or bars; the farmers congregated in the stable
And drank from a bottle.
The farmer in an expansive mood gave pennies to buy ice-cream
It was not much of an ice- cream; I walked around looked into shop windows
Selling things, I would not dream of buying.
When I came back the cart has fully loaded the staff in the shop had
Seen to this, outside the town the farmer fell asleep I took the...
#books
#WritersBlock
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Dec 2020 5:09pm
5th Dec 2020 5:09pm
a man remembered
The man remembered
He had been a popular TV entertainer, written a book
and sang his songs we could all understand.
He was tall, looked heroic, sort old Vikings we hoped
they had looked like.
but most of all he had a left-behinds song called
“Amanda”
Which was about a motorboat but had to come
to symbolize the suffering womanhood of the world.
He set out to find the song up a mountain of bad
the poetry he climbed, through a plateau of forgotten
Musicals, across a lake of a petrified sea- shanties
And rhyming verses,
He...
He had been a popular TV entertainer, written a book
and sang his songs we could all understand.
He was tall, looked heroic, sort old Vikings we hoped
they had looked like.
but most of all he had a left-behinds song called
“Amanda”
Which was about a motorboat but had to come
to symbolize the suffering womanhood of the world.
He set out to find the song up a mountain of bad
the poetry he climbed, through a plateau of forgotten
Musicals, across a lake of a petrified sea- shanties
And rhyming verses,
He...
#books
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
12th Nov 2020 9:36am
poetry and work
Poetry and work
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
I sit here in front of the computer,
thinking I dislike rhyming poetry it goes on my nerves
Repetitive words to make it sound classical, and who
decide what classical or mere writing is?
We admire some poems because we have them as pensum
at school, we learned by heart, but there is no reason
Kipling should be taught in Sweden unless one happens
to like reading for its own sake.
I think the verb “verb” should be erased from the language
and replaced with activities we like to perform.
Let robots do the cement...
#cars
#music
#dance
#passion
#reading
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