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
It seems like a detour farfetched
to pass through earthly life until bust
then hauled in a shiny hearse stretched
as “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”
For what’s a mortuary
but a somber treadmill?
and what’s a cemetery
but a solemn landfill?
After burial is It still
out there bungling it, my ‘free will?
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-free will = here: the alleged power of acting without the constraint of necessity or fate. Know how to check whether we possess it or not?
In this fading world blighted
mired in rapacity
plenty needs to be righted
with prompt audacity
But wait! Lives do go awry
must burdens be lightened?
Aren’t humans still getting by
without loopholes tightened?
Grant me instead distraction
with pastime, gleaming stuff
so I don’t need take action
which seems risky and tough
Injustices to redress?
Surely, but prefer to digress
flirt and hoping to impress
others, self in my new red dress!
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red dress = what’s more important than looking good?
edited 03/17/21 1830
Ut iväg på vida färden
av helt inbillad förtjänst
Fastnade ute i världen
gjorde mej en grym 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
Could I’ve lived my life
differently
not ducking from strife
diffidently?
Maybe no ‘free will’
so relax, chill
life’s a puppet drill!
Even so, still?
Live more attently!
Consequently
who needs a Bentley
to drive gently?
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 …