Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Nej, nu är man körd, helt trött
de måste få bli slut!
Hur kan man inte se rött
folk vet ju inte hut?
Men att mot oförrätt rasa
är gemenligen hopplöst
för vi bidrar till dess fasa
hur än tarvligt å hjärtlöst
För det som vi i andra finner odrägligt
känns i oss själva helt å hållet uthärdligt
These days rarely get together
talking (while coffees gets cold)
with erstwhile friends of fair weather
to go over ‘the same old’
But ain’t their fallibility
that owns the culpability:
Palpably tired of listening
to my pontificating psyche
those middlings in discourse piddling
interspersed with vague harangues spiky
So having heard myself for seven decades:
enough already of such tiresome charades!
Us Humans are a fickle lot
at least the ones this poor Earth got
On our Life’s fleeting one-way flight
fluctuates the scenery
between our chilly mind’s parched blight
and our warm heart’s greenery
With this forlorn Human Race I’m done
Tell, how do I join a steadfast one?
Am a wreck in howling storm:
My old knees bit stiff to fold
poor heart runs chilled & warm
wrinkly hands too cold to hold
With ears worn thin and wary eye
I observe Life’s mystery:
Us humans (although we deny)
do hatch our own misery!
In a next life lets apply prudence
as well as ‘uncommon sense’ shrewdness
Does our watching those celebs
so wealthy & carefree
clear our drudgery’s cobwebs
thin out boredom’s debris?
Seen how, say, grocery clerks
carry on like show hosts
setting off verbal fireworks
with check-out line ripostes?
Do talk shows model us folks?
Or do talk shows inform
manipulate, joke & coax
us in how to perform?
… keeping up the banter in ubiquity
in a tiresome culture of obliquity
Undan bilist, cyclist, turist
här kommer en kanelbullist!
Hur vårt liv berikas
av den svenska folktron
att de måste fikas
i samvarlig schablon!
Så mumsa med full rulle
på nästa kanelbulle!
Vår Kanelbulle Nation
låt den aldrig svika
för är de inte kanon
att varje dag få fika?
Och inte gör vi nått fel
eller råder det brist
på koffein eller kanel?
Häng med, kanelbullist!
Their ignorance seems foregone
unwittingly adverse
Declaring them a moron
might just make it all worse
Though they aren’t sipping the chalice
of willful and cruel malice
Who thinks those who howl at moons
truly deserve contempt?
Why berate screen-glued maroons
who of insight exempt
but were one of them to feel concern
sufficient then to cause a heartburn?
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maroon: a person ‘marooned’ i.e. stranded or isolated withe little hope of rescue
Recent Summer days’ hot brow
wiped by Fall’s cool hand by now
Summer’s burgeoning greenery
has now faded quiescent
changed in a tweed hued scenery
of yellow, brown, rubescent
Getting clad in cerise fleece
preparing for chilled caprice
In the daily juggle
between truth and ruse
where’s the strength to struggle
with what seems abstruse?
Figuring out what Life asks is tough
so easier just to look for stuff!
Unthinkingly the blowhard
old fogy and diehard
keeps chasing every canard
blown across his barnyard
He’s prone to swinging the axe
before checking out the facts
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-canard = an unfounded rumor or story; a baseless, usually derogatory story or report
-facts = as in ‘factual evidence’ – to be ignored when perceived as standing in our way