Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Unfazed by our own pretension
grasp of issues flagrantly hazy
Hard to listen, pay attention
when intellectually lazy
Fleetingly attracted
we find what’s brief protracted
Swiftly we’re distracted
too much from us exacted
Triggered as if by bump stock
with scant effort to aim
we keep spraying our stump talk
through story line so lame
Relieved when can finally defect
hopping on to a next fresh subject
Kusligt hur snabbt minnet minskas
Steget rangligt i yrsel
Tankar i sinnet försinkas
med otillräcklig styrsel
Krämpor uttrycker sin trilska
Mens utblick alltmer diffus
Lynnet i vanmäktig ilska
ångar i ångerns bakrus
Eller vem vet, efter år av konflikt,
öppnas nu dörren på glänt till insikt?
How we whip up the batter
amidst spills & splatter
with clanks & clinks & clatter
shall tastily matter
May frantically fiddle
watching out for mistakes
by the sizzling hot griddle
shaping up the hotcakes
Can the essence be found, sweet or awful
solely in the eating of the waffle?
hold it there, slow it!
uncorking the Moet
might overdo it
Calling oneself ‘great friend’
or ‘great at one’s craft’
part of self-absorbed trend
once unseemly daft
Like for self briskly clapping
would once been an aberration
as erstwhile own back slapping
frowned on as self-nomination
Now why wouldn’t it be our druthers
let any praise, come from others?
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moet = contrary to French grammar ‘moet’, when in Moet & Chandon champagne, is pronounced mo’wett
Dog eat dog
while cat scratch cat
frog jump frog
rat rat on rat
While animals may be absolved of blame
might not humanity gain from some shame:
Human to human inhuman
nefarious plots thicken
stirred by uncaring acumen
rom rectitude we chicken
By infallible perversity
we create our own adversity
May a crackling fire roaringly warm our chilled hearts
thaw our icicles of brittle self absorption.
A gallant gale scatter the heavy thoughts
howling through the dank caves of our darkness.
A brisk river douse our seething anger
firmly sweep it out onto the calm sea.
A gentle swell cradle our gnawing fears.
A hot summer sun dry our soggy soul.
May we not toss in anxiety and constraint
but float lightly in the restful peace of restraint.
Are we on a mission
self-centered, all-out
in blazing volition
blinded to fall-out?
That’s how the human neighborhood
by self-will been sent crashing
Who looks out for the common good
amidst all egos clashing?
Solidarity ignored
or even outright rejected
Will it ever be restored
when we’re scattered disconnected
Left each other in the dust shamelessly
while we try hogging it all blamelessly!
Strive for the role of the avower
who explores the Truth together
Shun arguments to overpower
which makes us our lost bellwether
Don’t throw in that red herring
surreptitiously non-glaring
diverts the discourse, erring
away on fallacious bearing
Such a disingenuous hoax
throws off good faith dialogue
like the stick thrust in bike wheel spokes
leaves our quest crashed epilogue
Been losing our sweet tooth
for what erstwhile was Truth?
Some ‘swamp’ dwellers gone
most often forthwith fired
but replaced with (yawn!)
folks even less desired
Despite long time since spoken
the ‘swamp’ remains un-drained
another promise broken
Check replacements harebrained:
How morally disheveled
those retrograde refills
ethically bedeviled
on corruption’s treadmills
The Prez keeps clomping
on a cringing world stage
Trumping & whomping
trapped in fantasy’s cage
How he bombastically mirrors
the nation turned sneerers & smearers
The smartphone obsession
impairs our mental mettle
restrains in regression
fades fast erstwhile fine fettle
Claims of ‘doing our research’
just clicking profusion
Silly stupefying smirch
cutting short conclusion!
Thus we’re torn asunder
while we’re going under