42 Nia destino es naskar © Yelling Rosa

Omatunto; Conscience

 

Omatunto

Omatunto
ihmiskunnan liekki,
kun se sammuu
jäljellä on pimeä
eläinkunta
© Yelling Rosa
2025-09-30

 

Conscience

Conscience,
the flame of humanity,
If it goes out,
the darkness of
cockroaches
rules the world.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-09-30

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The Rotten Apples

 The Rotten Apple

 

The Rotten Apples

I am tired of humans.
They are monsters,
Or let’s say,
There are too many
monsters among decent
people, and they,
like a rotten apple,
spoils the whole
fruit basket.
The gas of evil
Toxicities me.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-09-12

Mahorkat ovat loppuneet; I Have Run out of Mahorka

 

Mahorkat ovat loppuneet

Mahorkat ovat loppuneet.
Pittää männä lafkaa.
Sit ku miä oon tult
lafkast kottii,
miä sytän lampin,
söön kaakkuu
ja joon kohvii.

Ono kumma,
jot lanterna ei puttoo
tuulees allaa
krintsan pinnalle.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-07-17

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THIS PHOTO IS FROM WIKTIONARY

Noun

a pack of smoking makhorka

makhorka (usually uncountable, plural makhorkas)

1. (chiefly Russia) A coarse, strong type of tobacco (Nicotiana rustica), especially grown in Russia and Ukraine.

Synonyms

• (Nicotiana rustica): Aztec tobacco, mapacho, wild tobacco
  
  
  

I Have Run out of Mahorka

I have run out of mahorka.
I have to go to the store.
When I get back home,
I'll light a lamp,
eat barley bread,
and drink coffee.

Strangely, the lantern doesn't fall
onto the porch in the wind.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-07-17

Jag har gjort mitt bästa; I Have Done My Best

 
Jag har gjort mitt bästa 

Varför skulle jag frukta döden?
Jag har gjort mitt bästa,
och det har inte varit tillräckligt.

Nu är det min tid att förena mig
med det eviga tomrummet
från det jordiska tomrummet
utan att öppna ögonen. 
© Yelling Rosa
2025-06-29

 

 

I Have Done My Best

Why should I fear death? 
I have done my best, 
And it has not been enough. 

Now is my time to unite 
With the eternal voidness   
From the earthly voidness
without opening my eyes.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-06-29 

 

 

Four of My Poems.

 Here, you have four of my poems.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Entertainer

The sad life is entertaining us.
If it didn't that, we would be
Always deep under the ground.
The real smart things are
More cunning than our need
To fix what is not broken.
© Yelling Rosa
2018-05-07

Explosion

Too much light
For the dark soul
Makes an explosion.
© Yelling Rosa
2018-07-08

Those Who are Shouting

Under the new bridges
Is the old story lurking:
Those who are shouting,
Don't hear.
© Yelling Rosa
2017-08-13

I Can Only Burn the Candle

It's sweet to listen to music in peace
and forget about the outside world.
People often preach that each person
is the master of their own fortune.
Does the African mother
who keeps a hungry child on her lap
believe in this?
It would have been sweet to listen to music
in peace and forget the outside world,
but I can only burn the candle.
© Yelling Rosa
2017-10-17

Mitt hjärta är i oro; My Heart is Troubled

 

Mitt hjärta är i oro

Mitt hjärta är i oro.
Jag vill gå till skogen
där kan jag vara mig själv,
vara i fred från människors
galenskap.
Människornas lösningar
är obehagliga
och deras öron
är döva.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-05-19

 

My Heart is Troubled

My heart is troubled.
I want to go to the forest
where I can be myself,
be at peace from the madness
of people.
People’s solutions
are unpleasant
and their ears
are deaf.
© Yelling Rosa
2025-05-19