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Best Poems Written by Lis Lovén

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Stars In My Hair

stars are falling
     in my hair
   my eyes roaming the world
I stretch out for my own perspective
        and my body decode land of geometry

the doctor says it must all be psychosis ( rotten
                             roses spell my name )
and snakes smile bitterly at me in the night`s womb

worms eat death
I invoke the goddess of Woman
Come let me sleep in motherhood´s arms
Let me have a milky universe

Suddenly stars explode
millions of microscopic flares revolt against light

I cry

tales
saga
myth

Yet in this heaven of sickness I come into being again

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Woman Viking Warrior

See! Air is spotless. I give you its blood!
I impose Poetry´s Knife where you post
You who slept to kiss all and any Tod
A Prince for your home as a foolish host!

You had nerve to pull Arms against my Man
This Viking Armada waits your shoreline
It´s you who tried my song to scan
Go song! To Athen, London, back to Rhine

And when I wrote your Name in chilly air
I called you things you never really heard
Yet my melody hurts down to a hair
I´m no longer my tribe´s and line´s nerd

Sweden was a powerful Viking land
I take a blood-stained shield at my last stand

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Doppler Effect

Doppler scream noise
    into my being
I am like a young horse on the plain
    surrounded by awkwardness
All is about Anglosaxon Economy
I am in the midst of it all
My verse is to be sold on the market
Come buy the debate!
Don´t you see I am totally tolerant
But how will I stand the noise from E=mc2

Democrazy watch over me
And energy leave me in small parcels
Fear o
Fear
Famous Swedish fear
I have to understand it all

Here I live in a box
Sweet, nice, sitting cosy on my sofa
There´s the new threat of war
I live close to Europe
( what madness have we seen? )
is this the prize of madness, sir?

Some search for their Virgin Island
I go look for a man with a bone in his nose

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A B C

A B C
Honey and me
Even sugar do it to me
A Bee, See?

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Love In Bloom

You make Love sound an easy game to play
Ay, my strong Muse had other words to tell
Yes let people fancy I can be gay
I laugh and smile and trust my sadness sell

A heart that turned into Roses pure blush
I´d say that genuine heart is now old
Yes play it is down to shelters dark lush
I don´t easily turn hot, nor to cold

I have my experiences behind
And you told me the rudeness of a man
Say, am I wrong if you think he´s your kind?
So come and crush and say my love´s in ban

Romance from verse made my heart bleed and rouse
Now I live in Dream and Fantasy´s House

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At Thirteen

I stood at harbour
searching with eyes towards west
I was thirteen
The sea was broad in all dimensions to me
It was a huge element, this water
And I longed to escape
I was childish, anyhow....
I learnt of life
longing and despair
One day I should go that west
where wind followed me aside

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I Thought I Was German

I thought I was German
I thought I was Slavic
I thought I was Sicilian
I thought I was Swedish
( indeed very Nordic )

I wanted to become British

Now I am only a human being

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My Grandpa

Grandpa can´t remember when we came to Sweden
He don´t exactly know which place it was
Are we German? ( I dream of Habsburg )
Or were we Slavic

Anyhow, I got a fist
I got another kind of whisper
I talk of blood and ancestry ( silly? Perhaps!)

I feel I got something to teach the Swedish people
Hey, watch out! I can teach the entire world
( what some things really mean )

Ma was very proud and knew what she wanted
Grandpa was a true gentleman
Dad adored him
He run his own business

And his very very black hair?
And his metallic eyes?
Why should they notice
To the world he was Swedish

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Reborn Princess?

Take it! Take my bones, eat my flesh: eat it!
I don´t need falsified recognition
Down Materialism: not a whit!
Soul goes on from every Planet´s station

There´s nothing to see: still Rebirth in you
I try the same Artistic Lie again
So for my Bodily Verse there is woe
My outer ugliness can be Blood´s stain

I see a stake where you leave your shadow
Yes, still I see a man throwing dices
In that shadow I search to find a glow
If you came down Myth, I was born Princess

So for once take back all you left behind
Then I may see if you´re Soul or pure Mind

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Our Old World

…everybody who has rushed into Icon´s abyss
                                  ( will kiss and kiss again )
         and then meet at the corner of Hi and Bye

Masha ( you carry Spain within you ) and oh, how
         I wanted to put a tiny scar on your cheek
         by the way, do you still drink the same wine?
         To me you were the only star of Mrs Winnipeg
         ( they told me you were to be a heroine )
They all thought you were going to change the world
         and its politics
         ( how childish when I come to think about it )
Masha! You did not spin around my Ego-Cosmos
Sometimes I believe you were not even there!
         ( Ha, everything was EU that semester )
          where then are we now?

          enemies?
          some sort of aquintances?
          we would tell the same old stories,
          discussing old colonies ( oh, yeah! ),
          thinking we are so free and radical
Everything a kind of Middle-class world ( I sigh! )…..
          And all the rest will be referred to in accurate terms
          ( something forgotten, something lost )
          issues we say we understand

and Mrs Winnipeg, you will be for-ever there!
The one and only Aristocrat to me
          ( arguments so prepared )

Masha did not have to claim the world stem from our Civilisation
And somehow I look up at the old Icons on the wall