Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

Magnus Sjölander – A Swede –

Capture in the one man endearing essence of a nation, in one name a symbolic revelation -

A wholesome Swede mighty and rugged

Like a fine specimen of famed giant elk

Amidst dense and lush fir forests,

He sniffs, snorts and struts with a silent profundity prodigious in its ease of assertive strength,

“This is my domain” – body speak of a giant at ease

Stalwart Swede of icy steel, he stands, bald, among a sea of dark hairs

Supervising fray of furious frenetic befuddlement of ordered chaos-

A mirrored reflection of fierce Vikings of yore

 Becalmed in his era yet in still reflection of time’s mirror streaming impassive time

He who has traversed great distances to these far ends

Of worlds in worlds, oceans of destiny stretching unto infinity

He stands a head taller above all in his presence

A reincarnation of ages past, a great wild man on a distant shore of some unknown land seeking obvious

His sturdy bravery a shawl of soul as thick animal fur slung across his shoulder

His great sword streaks lightning and his club bears down with thunder as in times gone by –

A calm soul of studious reserve

With infinite resolve plucking specks of creativity

Trusting amidst wisdom’s storms blazing in furious unleashed fields of energy all encircling

Puny man looking awe struck, lost before these galactic flows mighty of wisdom’s uncontained power in fierce some display

What but cold icy bravery can reach into these mighty streaks of lightning and pluck a mite of intellect

Ye rugged Swede of sturdy intellect in calm composure amidst frenzied strife for progress

Amidst blinding light of furious storms did you touch wisdom’s stone?

Words in gentle reverberation of calm confidence

A man at ease in his domain

This Swede astride Stockholm’s great inner city

City upon mighty sea, streaming watery sunlight on a clear day

City sitting astride many waters;

Passing worlds streaming through your water world set upon a sea in these northern reaches

From his vantage point of resolute observation he reviews passing world

Like ancient Pharos’ lighthouse abreast Alexandra’s port

Mighty giant set in stone, ego bigger than mighty sea stretching before your arrogant sight of disdain

Light of northern posts sweeping earth caught in storms of change unyielding –

A traveller through far and distant places through time

In paths far from known tracts he carves a lasting influence,

A steely soul of quiet reserve

Jerusalem’s tempered steel clasped in ice cold Nordic mythic winter’s hands

A flash of lightening amidst tremulous thunder rumbling

His cold blue eyes mirror a depth of human understanding prodigious –

Nordic tongue of stale taste

Sporting forth far off Asia’s spiced variegation of unknown phrases hitherto unheard

Calm resolve of reservation through many dark and long winters’s

Patient’s triumph in humanity of calm composure rendered

Deceptive waters of calm surface raging in torsion wrenching torrents beneath

Words in gentle cadence barely a breeze over still lakes

Each a weighty reminder of great wisdom unheralded, yet defining –

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Traveller through time and far flung places

You step on crunching salt in China’s desert wastes

You walk through fiery heat of Atacama Desert

You break neither a sweat nor spurt

In your determined course for a goal long defined

You see places many never known of

Your heart is a man’s heart, reaching out to lift many fallen on life’s rugged paths –

Strength of lone ranger undeterred

Tower of moral integrity in morale morass of a world in need of salvaging

You who dwell on roof of world

Your cities a set amidst icy havens

These snows are a perfect colour of white

Yet your bleached coasts and whitened towers are hardly fleck free

Your whitest were as a smear of enthralling butter on toast to a hungry man

You feeder of multitudes how you hunger –

Sharing your bread without dyspeptic bleariness of insufficiency

In a land of bleached cleanliness

Reflecting idealisms in its subtle flow

A sedated strength pulling-

Mighty men, giants, bivouacked in tiny tents

Set amidst a pine forest of severest winter

Your heads cooking by heating pots of ideas boiling,

Your feet freezing, exposed, perfection incomplete in realisation

Your middle registering discomfort of growling emptiness

Ever ready to move on to new battles

Your world into worlds pushes you, seeking

Thor’s heaven of roasting pork after melee bravura a worthy end-

It’s no secret we take to the fray what we bear in us

Here are no fiery incantations to boil blood to fire

No driving tam tam beaten to frenzy turning limbs to steel

Just sedate, calm composure, of enlightened minds in self control,

Barely a ruffled feather, when nostrils flare pale shade of red in subdued anger

Yet, how tumultuous inner strife

Of hungry souls sated on blood of ignorant innocent

Thy gentle soul belie a raging insatiable lust barely contained, never quite breaking, ancient waves regular-

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