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Tag Archives: poetry
Youth
Here is an excerpt from a poem called “Youth”, by Samuel Ullman (1840-1924), emailed to me by my japanese host “Otosan” (“father”) when he learned I was leaving Japan for Sweden way back 2001. A very beautiful poem, which alongside Desiderata, … Continue reading
An Ode to the Pussy(cat)
Here’s a Valentine’s poem to you all from Edward Lear, ~1870. One of the very few poems I still know by heart, and can recite with feelings…LOL. The Owl and The Pussycat I. The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea … Continue reading
Revenge Of The Green Banana
She picked up the bunch of bananas lying on the mahogany kitchen table and studied it with great care. It was a bunch of five. One was completely green, three were greenish-yellow, and the last was sun-riped, with the outer … Continue reading
For Sale: Baby Shoes
The poet Ernest Hemingway reportedly claimed that his best work was a story he wrote in just six words. Since I dabble, every now and then, with what I call digital poetry, here is my take on his work: Can … Continue reading
But I Did Not Ask You To Love Me
You came out of the blue asking for directions. I showed you where it is. I was just being friendly. But I did not ask you to love me. You said you were tired. Got you a cup of tea. … Continue reading
An Ode To The Swedish Winter
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The Nervous Heart of A Young Man in Love
In my ever shrinking free-time, I dabble with a kind of poetry that is heavily influenced by the use of computer. It is called digital poetry. Here is one, written in Tagalog, entitled “Tibok ng Puso”. English translation follows. … Continue reading
Lille Mogli och Kungsfiskaren
Here is an attempt to tell a childhood memory in Swedish. När jag var runt sex år gammal, stötte jag på en sårad liten kungsfiskare på vägen hem från skolan. Stackaren sköts på bröstkorgen, antagligen med en luftpistol. Jag plockade den upp, … Continue reading
Teen MOGLI’s First Time. NOT
I dropped by the corridor’s common kitchen to fix myself some tea when I found her unceremoniously cutting a large grapefruit in two. It would be her dinner, she shyly confessed. “No wonder about the killer figure,” with the pout … Continue reading