Spider king size bed
soft and cozy
rocked by the wind
Don’t let the bed bugs bite, ha de Gött!
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Spider bud
Archive for ‘Poetry’
Mothers Embrace
Agitated voices, through the shut door
breaking glass, screaming and shouting
the ever cramping lump, in the stomach
pressing the pillow, hard over the ears
rejected and alone, holding a brothers hand
need
mothers warm embrace, saying it’s okay
caresses with hand over forehead
smelling of fresh baked, cinnamon buns
warm smile, under horn-rimmed glasses
humming a soft toned, lullaby
Today is Mothers Day in Sweden. This is to all mothers struggling to be there for her children. Ha de Gött!
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Road to nowhere
Is it just an endless road
a road to nowhere
endless tarmac
from cradle to grave
curiosity
what’s behind that bend
more white lines tarmac
pull over and explore
find your own
green, green grass of home
Widen your perspective, take a small road. Ha de Gött!
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Pit stop
Full speed ahead
A Happy Meal roadside
Eat, get your toy
Sounding brum, brum in backseat
Out the window, bored
Now, stuck in pit stop
Without a crew
Slow down and breath, ha de Gött!
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Man
There was this strange
man
Bald with gray
hair
A scary bushy pair of
eyebrows
Antennas from each
ear
Abyss deep wrinkled
skin
Must be something
wrong
With that foggy
mirror
Scary when you feel like that insecure boy and realize that reflection is you. Ha de Gött!
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Scars
Live on, full of scars
Open wounds, live struggle
Core open to elements
Healing, full of character
We all have scars, that is what we are, ha de Gött!
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Fisherman
Alone time, just me time, hunter and collector
Back to, man against nature
Salmon trout lurking under the surface, spectator
Snitch the bait, see ya in the future
When alone is a choice it’s good, ha de Gött!
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Pole Position
Starboard or port, the question.
Best make a hasteful poll.
Right with instant satisfaction.
Left will cost, a heavy toll.
Mare nostrum, ha de Gött!
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How high
How high can a tree grow Touch the sky, tickle Gods feet Will They just giggle and enjoy Or, be annoyed. Blow it down with a storm How high can a tree grow Green dress of Mother Earth Will She smile and dance around Or, be bored. Preferring the Dress of blue How high can a tree grow Sun seeking branches, embracing shelter Will the sun, play shadows hide and seek Or, be harsh. Prance about in dessert sand
Hug a tree, for you and me, ha de Gött!
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Reflecting tree
Reflecting tree more than three becomes a forest a place for rest
Knock on wood, ha de Gött!
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