O'er a vast horizon, a thunderstorm
ignites bestill gloaming.
A gripping disruption transform,
despair owning.
Flickering streaks rend the upper regions,
shortly came the pouring,
unleashing droplets like legions,
...it's rage roaring.
The hazy mist that first visits my panes,
now lines form from drizzling.
Spots here and there, the dripping gains,
serves a quisling.
More and more the collection keeps draining
upon my window panes,
solely repeatedly raining,
drips constant drains.
A leather book opened filled with photos,
e'er so oft a flipping,
tissues of pain souls the shadows,
teardrops dripping.
Categories:
quisling, cry, emotions, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Petals fall from the sky
unscarred and woolly
I approach in a hapless way
and stare
I see motion and haze
and mist
swaying in the wind
swaying in the wind
a quisling feeling and
sides of the petals twist
Illuminated before your eyes
specify
what it suggests
to be in love with your
mind...
Written: October 21, 2022
Categories:
quisling, assonance, dream, tree,
Form: Free verse
A turncoat
His name was Vidkun Quisling and under the Nazi occupation
of Norway, he declared himself a minister/president that suited
the Germans got him to sign the death sentence papers.
During the Russian revolution, he went there with Fridtjof Nansen
and developed a hatred for the country, nevertheless, he met
and married a woman who turned out to be Jewish.
Everyone pretended she was not: even Wikipedia does not
mention this for obvious reasons.
When peace came, the question was, what to do with Quisling
he was relatively young and risked- if freed- walking down
The Oslo’s Avenue, smelling the roses.
So, he was shot and didn’t beg for mercy.
His resting place is hidden to deter hardened Nazi’s laying
flowers on his grave.
National socialism is not unknown in Norway; there are those
who thinks there is a common thread with the Vikings?
Categories:
quisling, books, creation, deep,
Form: Free verse
Resistance
When the German occupation of Norway ended
in April 1945, those who had willingly worked for
the occupation power was arrested.
Most of them were middle-class people and they
were sent to farms to do menial work.
(One has to add the farmers too was willing to sell
Their products to the enemy.)
Only a handful of Nazis were shot among them
Was Quisling and a few others.
There was no mass- shooting of the enemy and
the traitors, on the whole, it was rather a mild affair.
For the workers the new peace meant redundancy
as all construction works the occupants had undertaken
came to an abrupt halt.
I write this because there is in the national psyche
of the Norwegian to be a bit right-wing and haters
of foreigners especially those of Arabic heritage
Furthermore, Norway has never faced up to the past of a war
where only a few resisted.
The people with a fascistic mindset are in power today
It is sad but what can a sailor do?
The only exception is the merchant seamen
every ten of them died during the conflict, and when
they came home were told how lucky they had been
avoiding the war.
Categories:
quisling, africa, allusion, anger, anti
Form: Blank verse
While jurisprudence illustrates through brief,
the bureaucrat stands verbal in reply.
To pillage righteous freedoms like a thief,
he fans malfeasance tethered to a lie.
Incitement is the weaponry of choice
for inspiration fanning despot flames,
autocracy inflects within the voice
to emphasize the fabricated claims.
When treachery lies hidden in pursuit
of public trust or monetary gain,
a blind belief leaves reason in dispute
to dispossess such mutinous disdain.
Beware the quisling, quick in repartee,
with flouted oaths that lend to vagrant creed,
for in their wake, the demagogue will plea
constituents were partners in the deed.
Is not a vote the voice behind the lead,
is not a gathered flock thy shepherd’s keep?
For voices served are culpable in deed,
and what they cultivate so shall they reap.
Though, but a bit more goodness lights
the night than evil bids to dim the human heart,
morality must lean into this fight
if e’er to let benevolence impart.
Categories:
quisling, anger, angst, hope, society,
Form: Rhyme
Follow the rules
The old man sat in his high walled garden
he had been a traitor to his country not
a stern quisling but enough to be shunned
by the people of this town who had hailed
him a great writer.
His exile was self- enacted he still believed
he was correct his right winged policies
essential for his countries future, but he had
no one’s ear, so he wrote about the seasons
his garden was big and fauns danced
at twilight.
He heard the radio Europe was changing
people were tired of predictable democracy
liberalism, vapid as morning mist, leaders
were far removed from the people, freedom
had become borderless tyranny a dyke that
could not stop the flood of hatred of those
who were made to follow the rules?
Perhaps his time had come the people would
listen to him now.
Categories:
quisling, anger, blessing, chocolate,
Form: Blank verse
Obama and Palestine
Vidkun Quisling made
Treason a name
Will president
Hussein Barak Obama
Go down in history
As a coward
The man who shirked
His historic duty to
Make Palestine a free country?
He has got it in his power
If he stops listening to
The voices of dissent that
Will never willingly give succor
To the people they made homeless.
Categories:
quisling, absence, abuse, adventure, class,
Form: Blank verse
It's almost a new breakthrough
it's almost so divine
it's almost certain make prove
a poet's faith's design!
That Webster then could so groove
his mastery's incline
as somehow it is soul truth
to read ~ line upon line!
Ah words ~ there is the hope's sleuth
the slicing off the rind,
the pace in mental toll used
the character, so prime!
Expression as the mode's clue
directs or leaves behind,
I call my Country's role, l o o s e
in politics entwined!
A quisling ~ pathos confused
and errant by design,
as yesterday's ~ so excuse
its tyranny . . . . . . to bind!
Note: Webster's II New Riverside
"QUISLING" ~ "A traitor, especially one collaborating as the "puppet" of an
occupying enemy force!"
Categories:
quisling, betrayal, bullying,
Form: Monorhyme
Time for Clearance
I was in Norway once, the paradise of social democracy,
I saw many beggars, mostly Roma people who
the inhabitant wanted to get rid of or send them out of
town in the woods where they were not seen. If you are
beggar you got to beg where the people are, foxes and
sheep and have nothing to give. There is a strong sense
of nationalism in Norway. The police did not hesitate to
round up Jews and send them to concentration, and when
the war was over most of the police officers continued in
their work upholding the law. Norway as a nation has never
looked at itself and taking tally of the nation´s behavior
during war years, instead it is lauding the few who resisted
the Nazi occupation and made them into icons. They shot
Quisling but it didn´t stop what made a quisling possible.
Still has not done so. Oil made Norway rich, yet there
is poverty amongst the low paid and incomers for whom
there is little charity. The dark side of Scandinavia- violence,-
hate against people who are different from them… those
who do not fit into the nice, but untrue picture the country
have of herself.
Categories:
quisling, social, war, war, people,
Form: Blank verse