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A bus from Malmö

Published by Ondrej on September 6, 2021

I was just reading a paper
about the American labour market
when my dear friend calls about a caper
so he comes home to describe it:

This altercation led to a police call
and everything turned out alright
all it was a verbal brawl
on a bus from Malmö at night.

My dear friend was a bit shaken
beads of sweat were on his head;
the troublemaker was away taken
among the Swedish locals not a word said.

This rowdy man played his music loud
so my friend asked to lower the din
this man was far too drunk, too proud
to even consider this being a sin.

Thankfully push didn’t come to shove
although the police did drag him away
what this situation does prove,
is that it helps to keep loud music at bay
or else the taxpayer must policemen’s salaries pay.

Windy

Published by Ondrej on April 5, 2021

Sometimes all we need is a helping hand
be able to let go of the daily swirl
quieten the inner cranial band
release the endless quotidian turmoil.

Imagine: the sandy beach by the North Sea
as the gale breaks you in
this is the place all ought to be
if they seek the elusive peace within.

The gust is much like on a peak;
that’s the roof of the world—and this by the base
these are the foundations we ought to seek
of the Earth’s true, heavenly riches but a taste.

I speak of this place fondly now I am sound
now that my mind is not clouded with worry nor ailment
but I was not so well a few hours prior, you would have found
but I visited and drew from the great natural ointment.

Such is my experience, that to all I propose
to visit some truly Earthly heaven:
the hills, the valleys, the lakes or meadows
the séjour will most certainly convert any heathen.

For the feeling of the true elements in your eyes
rendering your cheeks ruddy and silencing your sighs
the wind, sun, earth and rain bid all troubles whisked away
all I wish for is for all to enjoy these, come what may.

Flight

Published by Ondrej on April 3, 2021

It is a magical sensation, being above the clouds
possibly greatest of all human endeavours, achievements
Can you believe this hunk of metal soars alongside birds?
Oh, how many before us nurtured this in their dreams.

We must no longer dream of this feat,
it stands—it flies—before our very eyes;
crossing seas and oceans in a heartbeat
Bringing us to those with whom we forged ties.

Generations before mine dreamt of this
but dream we must no more;
instead, we look to the heavens for more bliss
we look to bring the planets closer than ever before.

What does the future bring? Space hotels or Star Wars?
For that is what happened with Flight
The richest have their flying bars
while the powerfuls’ jets are a deadly sight.

Who knows if we will live to tell this tale
of the milky white clouds below me
of the Milky Way and its gas balls burning pale?
Why worry? Look out of the flying porthole and see
the birds, the clouds, the world below you;
join their celestial freedom too.

Imagining

Published by Ondrej on March 16, 2021

I imagine what it would be like
to kiss you goodnight
to drive away your inner demons
and hope you might, you would
you could come and live alongside my dreams.

But oh yes you already do
Who am I to say—make yourself at home
but you don’t know, do you?

Whose home you’re at, this heavenly dome
to you is but an illusion
as I kiss your tender cheeks
frosty from the winter; this cold seduction
warms my heart—for that’s what I seek
my soul brimmed with trepidation
As I know not where to look nor what to speak
to search for you in the valley or on the highest peak?