Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Wouldn’t be in any rush
should someone share my opinion
to carry on & gush
over some clueless ‘minion’
Would not regard as auspicious
or melt down all affective
but would rather feel suspicious
with attitude deflective:
As so rarely am I acknowledged right
must think someone who agrees can’t be bright?
I’d keep on spouting rickety yack
like train wheels going clickety-clack:
Seldom were I locomotive
usually mere caboose
Rarely dug deep to emotive
spouting cursory excuse
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I’d be like a storm tossed ship
on vast ocean a mere blip:
Bow setting in waves slake
as memories fade remote
astern in churning wake
Who knows how it stays afloat?
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If a car the whimsical Deux Chevaux
that purely minimalist, wheeled gizmo:
Watch it snail wheezily uphill
engine whining cheesily
at speed barely besting standstill
While downhill rolls easily
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-Deux Chevaux = the simple, light, low-powered Citroën 2CV car
When sensing vertigo
and spinning unfolds
not the wise place to go
climbing up scaffolds
Humans do embarrassing acts
with self-importance gone to our heads
when clueless of obvious facts
when common sense left on floor in shreds
Worldwide now out-of-control head spinning
as Species head into the last inning
I’m no ‘poet’ hifalutin
mere versifier callow
who does his own in foot shooting
writing rhyming verse shallow
A superficial spin drier
of phrases oddly acquired
Not dressed up in pretend attire
for yet a show uninspired
Proclaim prim ‘poetry fellows’:
“Let’s send that versifier
off to illiterate gallows
that foul, faux falsifier!”
Poetry’s harvest hallow
serves up sumptuously
while rhyming verse wilts sallow
in flagrance unctuous
But while poets opine with such gumption
what if they’re just sloshing in presumption?
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-poetry fellows = here: those deep, true, poets fellows, who are unlikely to invite a mere versifier in to their rarified realm
Fast utan överblick
med trogen tillit
vartenda ögonblick
så länge profit
Föga merit
tycks teologi
mens grym aptit
på teknologi
Så knogar vi på livets stig
i trångsynthet mer stram än vig
A Democracy that works for most of us depends upon a well informed and consistently engaged public:
By main stream media conformed
erstwhile ‘hard news’ turned entertainment:
offers up a worldview malformed
keeps us powerless by containment
Opinions spouted unformed
by impatience upstaged
To facts & logic not warmed
in ignorance encaged
From mounting calamities disengaged
with any sense of urgency assuaged
Doesn’t make an intellectual
just ’cause on mundane life’s path
he’s clumsy, ineffectual
or does not do well at math
No oratorical giant
when merely didactical
only impressing those pliant
dreamers most impractical
So before in verbiage he basks
best wait and see if anyone asks?
Her pure propensity
jams speedometer needle
in floored intensity
unaware of her wheedle
To-do list incompressible
flashes iridescently
in manner irrepressible
complies acquiescently
Locked-on she performs
brainstormingly
stirring up dust storms
barnstormingly
Her comportment audacious
in peak pursuit tenacious
The child’s mind is clearness
in unspoken dearness
in unbroken nearness
each moment as hereness
In the present time fulfilled
absent of pretension
mind by the most minute stilled
free from condescension
All in wonder of the mundane
in wide starry eyes ponder
not drawn to lofty or arcane
not off somewhere there yonder
Duck is a duck, no swan
no airs needing put on
Just about everybody including those:
With legs toothpick scrawny
or Tour de France brawny.
Celebs basking in fawning fame
or whose friends can’t recall their name.
Who are hard pressed to steer & pedal
or just won an Olympic medal.
Who are not obtuse:
So, what’s your excuse?