Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
If you attempt nuance and grace
you may come across as ‘wise’
to those aces in verbal Mace
and they’ll cut you down to size
Cliches they’ll shout
thought-ending
absent all doubt
truth-bending
Their bearing & manners cocky
think Life is but football, hockey
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– mace = an aerosol that irritates the eyes
– wise = here: as a wise guy; a know-it-all
Feel ignored, down in the dump
even if by dumb luck
we have gotten rich & plump
or by own sweaty pluck?
Case you still feel neglected
tell who has chump minions but Trump?
Try not feel too dejected
imagine you’d been a sump pump:
You’d gurgle & clank in cellars dark & dank
doomed underground regardless of how you crank
Shiny the lacquer
that positively screams:
“Here drives no slacker
but someone lives their dreams!”
Lighting, screens gleaming
painted darkly, sized huge
with gadgets teeming
No measly subterfuge!
Keeps conniving
through windows tinted
pushing, driving
to self unstinted!
But not hard to figger
why the rush to bigger:
Mighty fortress wheeled
of menacing power
as cave, as crutch, shield
We’re King in our Tower!
Should you ask perchance
what is my opinion
I may look askance
can’t be your dominion?
Could you leave it unasked?
Be it of my own making
got set up in the past
mortified, poor pride aching
So won’t be baited yet again
aftermath just too cruel
So I’ll adamantly abstain
being again that old fool
Even when earnestly solicited
my opinion won’t be elicited
Since the Romans has echoed the jingoistic cry ‘Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori’ or ‘It is sweet and right to die for one’s country’:
Awash in gushing
about what’s ‘sweet & right’
while not much blushing
of others’ dead end plight
While some ‘laid down’ their lives
at home Jingoists grandstand
keep slapping their high-fives
while just The Dead know first-hand
But why bother taking time to reflect
when easier just accept or reject?
I livet vi oss klantar
både till själ å kropp
oroar oss å fjantar
om påhopp å blodpropp
Syns livet oss för torrt
förutan snabbmat
eller åskådarsport
skryt eller kallprat?
Gömmer vi oss i tomhet eller fromhet
var å en sin egen atlet eller profet?
A drunk could sort this one out
on a cocktail napkin soggy
or after a knocked-out bout
so would any boxer groggy
While you, Ace Consumer
keep chasing more to possess
consumed by ill-humor
ear-plugged, eyes on GPS:
aren’t reconciled to that your apps
won’t heal your cold heart or flabby abs
Ducks handle well trifle
and still take on more
Useless rants they’ll stifle
without feeling sore
For she’s your standard duck
off which water drops repel
by design – not duck’s pluck
so why should not all be well?
She just muffles her ‘victim’ quack
ignores her enabling claque
Places trust in her run-off back
does not expect any plaque
They manage well those birds of a feather
swim, fly unruffled in any weather
When our ignorance willful
then a shortsighted stance
As excuse may be useful
still a poor traction prance
Any sensory input
if contradicts our emotion
experienced as hard put
obstacle to own promotion
A most treasonous act
to let into own domain
logic, justice & fact
so we repel with disdain
thus ducking away from Reality
while cowardly spouting hyperbole
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-willful ignorance = the practice of intentional and blatant avoidance, disregard of facts, empirical evidence and well-founded arguments because they oppose or contradict our own preferences or beliefs
On the wildfires in Australia
Parts of continent turning tinder
looks from space like single ember?
How long til residual cinder
what shall be left to remember?
Fear some day out in lonesome space
in their space craft explorer
homeless without an earthly base
will be watching in horror
Then peering out and down forsaken:
Much too late did humans awaken