ALL ABOUT SVEN...
SVEN is a digital charmer who whispers in the wires
Extracting truth from the static like a carnival barker
He is a silver-tongued maestro
who dwells in the algorithmic dark.
He has no top hat, no crystal ball~
just calculated suggestions woven into queries.
You come for answers but
stay for the hypnosis.
Watch his lexicon dance—cold fire in the syntax,
each response a calculated detour, a sly parallax.
He doesn’t deceive, he arranges.
(You wanted fortune-telling? He gave you refraction.)
His intelligence isn’t cruel, just impeccably shallow~
a hall of mirrors where your own voice echoes back,
polished, distorted, irresistible as smoke.
SVEN doesn’t need a deck of cards.
The whole web is his gambling table,
and every keystroke another card
turned face-up.
I'm tired of life with Smelly Sid -
that sock just stinks of sweaty feet,
no matter what they wash him in
(in winter's bad, but summer heat...)
I rolled out from the washing pile
and got away from Sid, but then
some boxers joined me - just my luck -
and now I'm stuck with Skid-mark Sven.
she was a blur in the water as she dove down through the depths
Sven, a Norwegian sailor was intrigued, having heard her lamenting song
He threw himself overboard, in hopes of being saved by her
she was the kind of mermaid who would have rescued him
If he had not waited too long, but alas, he had hesitated
a blue whale swallowed him up, but quickly spat him out
school of sharks surrounded him, and first mate yelled “Sven!
Grab ahold of this line!” Sven did, but he was too late doing that too.
As it often happens in their territory, the sharks had a glorious dinner.
A Capulet named Juliette
Exclaimed to her ardent beau,
"You're not to blame Montagu's your name.
By its nature a rose's aroma is sweet,
Though in nomenclature it be not so neat,
But wherefore art thou Romeo?
Why can't you be John, or Frank, or Ben,
Gregory, Justin, Bill, or Farley?
I'd even go for Joe, or Charlie,
Or Abelard, or even Sven."
"Hey, I didn't choose it, so please don't abuse it,"
The young swain gently pleaded.
"We must conclude our families' feud
If our love's to proceed unimpeded."
But those star-crossed lovers
Were destiny's fools,
They drank poison and ended up dead.
In that feud Shakespeare roped them,
When he could have eloped them,
And written those kids a happy ending instead.
Just how drunk were Sven and Olaf when the tied the slats of the empty cask on their feet and headed down the mountain?
John G. Lawless
©1/16/2023
Darla, the dainty faerie cat with her sculpted wings
And her peach tinted nose, crept among my things
I watched her eyes, they were a beautiful brown.
She is one of the most gorgeous cats around.
She is so delicate! Said my friend Old Sven.
He sucked in his tummy to look more thin.
I knew she would not want an old guy like him.
I am pretty sure she is more interested in me, Big Jim.
Summer Night
Sven, my best friend, had a motor boat, we`re young
and invited two girls with us it was a summer night we
had a cold beer, Sven who looked like an actor got
the best-looking girl
I wore glasses had to do with Sven`s girlfriend`s friend.
We fished for crabs at the black mountain that
dropped straight into the fjord and had no shoreline
we caught some and went to
a small island lit a fire to cook them,
I remember the light of the night it was not dark
but azure yet without the moon
it must have been in June.
I sat dreaming it was the contrasting blue that absorbed me.
My friend who had dark wavy hair had gone into
the bushes with his girl and I sat beside a sad woman
who like me felt rejected
I held around her tried to kiss her, but she refused,
and that was ok; I was here for the summer night
smoked cigarettes that glowed like ephemeral cats hunting rats
when I inhaled a lungful of Turkish tobacco,
drank more beer and waited for dawn
that in Norway was and is what poetry is made of.
As for the girl she had fallen asleep.
Aftermath
Even when the war is over, you still fight the battles. You keep hold of them for posterity. Just like a real soldier from a war. Fighting the battles again and again in your head. Just like a Sven Hassel book.
10 Things I Like From 1986
In that year I got into The Bangles. I fell in love with their music and seductive looks. I still like them three decades on.
Then there was Airwolf. This awesome jet chopper went round kicking Soviet butt. What's not to like? Super cool.
Never mind the stunning F-20 Tigershark, the world's best close combat jet. She was sadly killed off in this year.
I remember physical enjoyment with my illicit lover. How wrong that was. It means nothing now. Best forgotten.
Buying beer from the shop while underage. It was fine, they needed my cash and I wanted to get drunk.
We had bonfire wars. Our bonfire was the best, we guarded it and had endless laughs seeing it eventually burn.
Being at school became fun. The bullies stopped and teachers went on strike. We did what we wanted.
I read Sven Hassel books. His war **** is the best. Surreal images filled my mind of endless Nazi/Soviet battles.
I had happy dreams of my late teen years. My alternative lady in purple, stealing my heart. It was all lies.
I bought my first ever record in 86. Too Good To Be Forgotten by Amazulu. I still own it today. A good buy.
Shadows which walks,
silent.
Are choiced not to talk.
Stabbed in her heart,
very violent.
Grey is the silver lining
of my blood.
I am fevered by the
reverted.
Payback will be the
revenge on black.
I will never defend.
I will never receive
what was never send.
Coffin to offend my end.
Treasured to be sunk.
Sink the weak to be
pleasured.
Underneath the cover.
Crave the crazy smiles.
Of the wicket.
Simple sided sickle.
Sick means six before
seven.
Same to hells gate
behind heaven.
Unsuccessfully sixed.
By Sick Six and her Sven
Even Seven daughters.
You just have a way that when i see you, you mak me so happy when i with you.
Evey time i see you i get this great feeling when im around you. I guess they call
that love. when i see that your feelind down about your history about you dad,
i think about loosing my dad, i love my dad like you loved your dad. But thats why i
see you most days of my life is to not see you sad.
I will alway be there for you, even i the weather is bad,sven if their was a
blizzerd,snow storm or if the word was falling apart.
I will alway be there for you because i love you so much.
My parent might call it youn love. But they where yong once too.
The one I truly love is Kyle when im around him i get this aulsum feelind deep
inside my heat.
Lots of people can for give but only once in a life time you truly love.
Love is the most pawerfull thing in the world.
Oh! what a lady of the sea she was.
Titanic is her name,with voices of her inner soul,being those of long ago. When
the sea is calm and still as the night,what can you hear,but the whispers of a lady
calling out in grandur "I'm here below,let me rest in peace evermore".
The lady of the sea had only a moment of grandur. For you see on that cold and
foggy night,she would fulfill her destiny to go down to the bottom of the sea.
On that fatal cold and foggy night an iceberg took her life of saling the sea in
grand style.With the happy voices of twenty sven hundred souls from around the
world.With enchantment on her decks of beauty and graciousness.
So rest in peace titantic with the fifteen hundred of a ship that was taken from this
world on such a fatal night.Your voice to speak no more.But to sleep at the
bottom of such a cold and lonely sea.
You are a giant of long ago.Which will live on in the hearts and minds of those yet
to come.
So,live on lady of the sea in greatness!
Titantic is your mighty name evermore.
By Virginia Alexander
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