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Sharon Talbot Dec 2019
Two men from the city are lost
In the northern woods,
on Christmas Eve.
Fear has not set in yet
and they wonder at
the paper-thin trees,
that seem painted on parchment
in the mist and moonlight.
One absorbs it in silence
while the other sings as he walks:
“Jul, jul strålande jul.”
"It's a Christmas song,"
he tells his companion,
who tries to shut him up.
How differently two people can react
to magic and moonlight,
to loneliness and mist.
One sings on in silence:
“***** över vita skogar,”
While the other’s head is filled
With numbers and plans
and dreams of saving of the world!
But little does the singer know
how much the redeemer wants
to know that streaming light,
that unfettered joy.
That comes with a struggle,
Not just to survive,
But to right the world for all.
Inspired by an episode ("404 Lost") of the program, Mr. Robot, in which two cyber-activists are lost in the snowy, moonlit woods of Upstate NY. The images of the forest and the two (actually 3) men walking in the moonlight was riveting!
Marolle Dec 2014
Julen har ramt os
direkte i vores korpus
og kontanter
jeg sidder bare her
og er ved at kaste op
over billedet
der er tegnet af julen

Lykke, varme, lys, gaver,
god mad, kærlighed
jeg kaster op
jeg sidder bare her
og har så meget
indebrændt ulykke  
nærmest afsky  

Har du slet ikke ondt?
Ondt i dit sind, hjerte
og samvittighed
jeg sidder bare her og savner
hvilket vidst er en-vejs-savn  
du har ikke svaret mig
i mange uger nu

*(Marolle)
AnnaStorm Dec 2014
julemusikken går i ring på mc D
Julen er musik på en fastfood restaurant
Platte pop numre blusser glæden frem i mig
Og selvom jeg ikke vil, nynner jeg med i mit hoved
Hvad er jul uden plastik og dårlig samvittighed?
Hvad får bjælder til at ringe hvis ikke de blev spillet i radioen?
Jeg sidder her på det falske lædersæde og drikker cola
Og venter på sne
For for mig og alle andre på mc D
er sne det eneste der mangler

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