Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
On the global stage
as in the neighborhood
in offended rage
fly flags of victimhood
Sacred our right to be offended
& conceited, self indulgent
False pride vulnerable, distended
where selfishness reigns refulgent
When mired in stingy insularity
we lose out on brave solidarity
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-victimhood = here: of the usurped kind
edited 10/26/23 1530
Nattens rastlösa tankar
obarmhärtigt gnager
mens hjärtat troget bankar
mycket det fördrager
Tankar får vi söka hämma
hur än de oss förvirrar
Sinnet kan låta sej skrämma
hur lätt det sej förirrar!
Mens själen outsinligt behagar
skänker vila i rofyllda hagar
mired in rapacity
would attempt get it righted
be just audacity?
What if human lives go awry
because burdens be lightened?
Ain’t humanity getting by
despite it’s unenlightened?
Grab instead for distraction
as pastime gleaming stuff
easier than take action
which seems risky & rough
So keep smiling hoping to impress
in a dapper suit or low-cut dress
Ut iväg på vida färden
till helt inbillad förtjänst
Fastnade ute i världen
gjorde mej själv en otjänst
Efter mången frestelsers famnar
om än hände i bakfylla
i vilken håla man nu hamnar
måste jag väl mej själv skylla!
En utvandrare struntviktig
kortsiktig å oförsiktig
Förr bodde jag i ett luftslott
Helt förtvivlat hur gement
om ändå jag hade förstått!
Men som tur blev ej försent:
lyckats undfly nutida skärmar
där luftslottsfantasier svärmar!
Att söka efter långt borta
det som redan finns hemma
får oss att komma till korta
av det bör vi oss skämma
Here’s a gripping tale non-dripping
of hermetically sealed
tight container of cream whipping
with the longest lasting yield
A packaged whipping cream
truly ‘shelf stable’
long the hostess’ dream
for the smart table!
But won’t stabilize a wobbly shelf
Repeatedly tried and failed myself
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-‘shelf stable’ = (marketing lingo) the cream stays fresh for a few months in an unopened container outside the refrigerator – while the package is useless for stabilizing a wobbly shelf
Might we lived our life
differently
not ducking from strife
diffidently?
Of course if no ‘free will’
we may relax, chill
life but a puppet drill!
Can’t let it go still?
But then clearly & consequently
we cannot WILL living attently
On fantasy’s waves
the Trumpwhale is splashing
with his pod of knaves
believing he’s dashing
When shall the Trumpwhale
get washed up, out of speech
muddied, in weak wail
on Reality’s Beach:
Cluelessly
gasping!
Crewlessly
grasping!
Let’s keep hoping, while prospects grim
as among sharks he learned to swim …
Finally, at long last
done with my past unfolding
slammed the door shut, steadfast
without regret or scolding
For the wizened dawdler
is not life’s true bestowment
as for the rushed twaddler
peace of mind in the moment?
When focusing on a worthwhile current chore
we may find peace now & the next twenty-four
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twenty-four = 24 hours