ONLY A WOMAN

I'm not supposed

To think for myself

Or understand technique.

For the dust of the shelf

Is the challenge I seek.

I'm only a woman.

 

I'm not supposed

To carry any weight

Or use any tools.

They're always afraid

I might loose my cool.

I'm only a woman.

 

I'm not supposed

To have an opinion

Or debate like a man.

Stick to your onions

And do not complain

Is the message I get.

I'm only a woman.

 

How can I find

Justice in life?

And peace in my mind

If I don't fight

For my right

To be more

Than only a woman?

© Copyright Anne Elfengård


MALE NIGHTINGALE

 She left early tonight

already drunk

he doesn't know where to look

for her

so deep she has sunk.

 

At 3 am he is awakened

by the noise.

She has brought home some

new bestfriends.

He hears a different voice

 

As he gets up he feels so trapped

and so lost

another night without sleep

and how

can he cover the cost?

 

As he faces the drunks he feels

disgusted

and he throws out the lot

but still

he's the one getting busted.

© Copyright by Anne Elfengård

 


Looking for a rainbow

 

Empty days just passing by

nights are passing too

there must be a reason why

I am feeling blue

Dreams about tomorrow

never coming through

looking for a rainbow

is all I ever do.

 

Rain will come and rain will go

tears will wear me out

someday I will see it glow

right behind a cloud

I would like to borrow

the future for awhile

just to see my rainbow

that would make me smile.

 

Looking for a rainbow

colorful and bright

one that I can follow

every day and night

when I find my rainbow

It’ll shine so nice

shine on my tomorrow

and make it paradice.

 

© Copyright by Anne Elfengård

 


The Poet

She walks

the horizon

where dreams glow

and options grow

and souls can melt

together

Where rainbows raise

on rainy days

and hopes can live

forever

 

She rides

the breeze

where worries cease

and turn to peace

of mind

where lonelyness

a sweet caress

eternally

can find.

 

She swims

the sky

in the crack of dawn

where souls reborn

can meet

where broken hearts

the other part

can reach and start

to breath

© Copyright by Anne Elfengård

 


Loving you

Loving you is like a silver dream

like a smooth and swiftly running stream

gently carrying away

every single day

loving you is like a silver dream.

 

Loving you is like a wonderland

so much to believe and understand

never stopping to amace

me this happy place

loving you is like a wonderland

 

Loving you is like a fantasy

such exciting thrilling mystery

loving you is so intense

filling every sense

Loving you is like a fantasy

 

So much loving

lives in me

and I beg you

let it be.

© Copyright Anne Elfengård


 

Love..

Love is a rare

and delicate flower

which needs you to care

every day every hour

fail to fulfill its every day needs

and all you have left

is simply the weed.

 

© Copyright Anne Elfengård

 


 

Family Ties

Where the river runs

among rocks in the sun,

where bluebirds sing

in the summer wind,

I lost my heart

unexpectedly

but gained a new

loving family

 

Where family ties

forever lie,

where friendships grew

out of the blue,

I lost my heart

unexpectedly

but gained a new

loving Family

 

Where songs were sung

by happy tongues,

and love and cheer

were everywhere,

I lost my heart

unexpectedly

but gained a new

loving family.

 

The tears in my eyes

will never dry

as long as my heart

and I am apart.

A promise of love,

that never dies

sworn by my hat

and family ties.

 

© Copyright Anne Elfengård


There's a bench in the park

There's a bench in the park

where I sit in the dark

and remember the good things and bad

while the beat of the town

so sudden slows down

and leave me to what I am at.

I know I am strong

but inside I, too, long

for the things I can never attain

a dream is a dream

but reality seem

to be washing the dream down the drain.

There's a bench in the park

where I sit in the dark

and let dust settle down on my shelves

I am healing inside

from the battles and fights

cause I've got to look out for myself.

 

© Copyright Anne Elfengård


Moments in life

Tell me what would life be like

without a trace of doubt

there will always be a moment

when you are out of touch.

 

Tell me what would life be like

without a bit excitement

there will always be a moment

when things are different.

 

Tell me what would life be like

without a little fun

There will always be a moment

when you smile at the sun

 

Tell me what would life be like

without a little grief

There will always be a moment

when you do not believe

 

Tell me what would life be like

without the constant change

If there never was a moment

of tears and joy and dance.

 

© Copyright Anne Elfengård

 


Forgotten Memories

Reality

buried so deep

in my memory

Funeralled -

- not cremated -

with head stones

I can trip over

once in awhile

reluctant to remember

what memory

I buried here,

but the words on the stone

tells me anyway.

Every time.

© Copyright Anne Elfengård


Dagdrøm

Jeg kryber sammen.

Kryber ind i mig selv

og kryber sammen.

Usynlig for omverdenen

den uvirkelige omverden.

Mine tanker bliver levende,

og jeg bevæger mig omkring

mellem dem

som en tanke

mellem tanker

jeg fordyber mig i dem,

som en sovende

fordyber sig i en drøm.

Jeg dagdrømmer,

og jeg vil ikke vækkes.

 

Jeg kryber sammen.

Kryber ind i mig selv

og kryber sammen.

Virkeligheden

dirver bort

og bliver fjern.

Jeg omsluttes af drømmen,

varmes af ensomheden,

sanser kun jeg'et

og drømmen,

og jeg vil ikke vækkes.