eric sundin

His mind is all clearness
in unspoken dearness.
In unbroken nearness
each moment as hereness.

By the immediate fulfilled
absent all pretension.
His mind by the most minute stilled
freed from condescension.

He’s in wonder of the mundane
in wide starry eyed ponder.
Not drawn to lofty or arcane,
not off somewhere there yonder.

No yearning for a Beyond.
Duck is a duck: no swan.
No desire to waive a wand
or airs needing put on.

Clinton & Kaine, Trump & Pence
in stale slogans-slinging babble
devoid of much style or sense
against us the struggling rabble

Here’s their campaign memoranda
First: Stoke our fear, greed & hopes
like in all good propaganda
aimed at us gullible dopes

Then: “In rightful belligerence
ride with us, shiny White Knights!
In utter sweet deliverance
“Reclaim our very birthrights!”

They keep us riled & incensed
in willful ignorance
so that we’re voting against
our own true interests

By holding up shiny Redux
they’re keeping us always in flux!

edited 08/08/24 1635

Är vi trötta på dumheter
av all reklam som vill oss fresta
å alla falska profeter
som bara ljuger för det mesta?

Inte många år kvar
Vem kan förespå
hur, med vem eller var
ska sen försigå?

Efter allt världsligt tramsande
vore de väl jättesynd
efter allt reklamramsande
om Himmeln saknade fynd?

Men vem vet? Måste vi ej först avlida
innan vi kan kolla Himmelns hemsida?

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fynd = flotta grunkor till låga priser

edited 04/17/22 0800

Planet like a stressed canine
shall shake itself of fleas
now in self-defense hard line
throwing off Human sleaze

With our fallacies
covetousness
enduring envies
loquaciousness

Restraint we’re sadly lacking
barely perspicacious
We rush, push, seldom slacking
way too efficacious

We keep battling amongst each other
with ferrous fangs & jagged jaws
while united against Earth Mother
Aren’t we Universe’s outlaws?!

Salivating salaciously
our species vexatiously
keeps gobbling up voraciously
defecates ungraciously

I’m since long overdue to resign
to join a species that is benign!

edited 03/13/24 0750

Off to a slow start this morning? You’re not the only one. Tells here even an airplane:

Taxiing, creeping
something ailing
fuel in tanks seeping
take-off paling

Fuselage sagging
wing tips drooping
til nearly dragging
forget looping!

Anguish inflated
while tires deflate
landing gear weighted
controls frustrate

Jet engine’s breath
held bated
a Shibboleth
ill fated?

Squeaky in rust
who wouldn’t feel nonplussed?
Baby breath thrust
stirs but little dust

06/29/25 0700

Mytiska nitiska Kassandra
hon kan spå framtiden korrekt
Men om den ej passar oss andra
kallar vi hennes ord suspekt

För vi vill väl ha en ursäkt
fastän falsk i feg språkdräkt
slippa höra det som otäckt
Gör väl vem som helst förskräckt?

Eftersom vi gör vad vi vill
hur än galet å hur fräckt
hur än vi stökar, ställer till!
Om det råder det endräkt

Framtiden spår ju Kassandra felaktigt
var gång när syns för oss ofördelaktigt!

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Kassandra = (Grekisk mytologi) fick gåvan att förutse framtiden korrekt men samtidig förbannelsen att ingen skulle tro henne

edited 08/07/24 0920

The scam & sham of COP 21
where delegates flocked as vermin
ain’t of climate change a coping one
or healing a planet squirming

A mere shirking ‘pretend solution’
of verbiage infused delusion

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COP 21 = the 2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference held in Paris

edited 12/09/23 1620

Life demands something from us
it does so, persisting
but its doggedness we hush
while keep up resisting

When unwilling to winnow
we’re cowards not to search
Our lives shall remain callow
while we dither & lurch

While at Life’s quintessence we scoff
glibly keep feeding at its trough!

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-quintessence = here: that Life asks something from us
-winnow = the process of separating or distinguishing

edited 06/14/25 0730

Under ett rejält oväder i Västra Götaland oroade jag mej att vǻrt lilla hus kunde ha blåst ut på sjön:

Regn vräker, vinden tjuter
fyller djupa moras
mens höstälskare njuter
bland omskakande ras

Ute på sjön Anten
vågorna bryter
Där flyter vid kanten
när kuling ryter:

Ett hus rött
på drift
gammalt sprött
på vift

På gungande vraket
nån med sjövana
högst uppe på taket
viftar med fana:

“Om ni inte hjälper”
ord av kuling bevingade
“Fort, vi kanske stjälper!”
en vädjan betvingande

edited 05/18/22 1050

Here they go to war again
to make up for policy flawed
The pretext this time Ukraine
sending in military awed!

Narrative but forlorn fiction
with handy excuses mostly thin
Reaction same old addiction
to militaries who rarely win

Empires’ machines sparkling
in patriots’ eyes callow
their fickle hearts darkling
while peace fades ever sallow

Steeped in deep ignorance
hooked on obsession
Haughty the arrogance
of blind aggression

Still on victimhood they’re insisting
in mulish denial persisting

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-darkling = growing dark or characterized by darkness
-they = empires

edited 04/14/22 1550