Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Så blir det bara att kämpa
mens hoppas att snart bli frälst
från ännu en ålderskrämpa
Gammal känns ju oftast äldst
Om ej egenkärt dryg
kanske kan jag begära
(om förhastat oblyg)
vad som förment att kräva:
Trots brorsan vittnar att Gud blir berörd
Tycks ha gått på tok
burleskt grotesk
blev ej riktigt klok
i träsk av fjäsk
Drömde om en tillvaro pittoresk
fått nöja mej med en svag humoresk
My own life’s trifling past
as part of Humanity
as well (in case you asked)
stifling by inanity
Ain’t reassuring
of what shall come next:
Misery enduring
and no mere pretext
Stuck in the now I remain vexed
trying hide myself from what’s next
Years rushing by her
without slowdown
faster & faster
goes the countdown
Even without disaster
life is the hard taskmaster
So why live in blurred hurry
when to live well in the moment
with its own joy & worry
remains life’s greatest bestowment
The grass may be thought greener
on the other side of the fence
but if its dog barks meaner
would climbing over make good sense?
Wouldn’t we more appreciate our present
by trying make it egalitarian
so all people could live safe & content
– not just the elites authoritarian
who tells us: Stop the flirtation
get yourselves back in formation!
Sam, a 17 y.o. grandson, did a ‘hat trick’:
There was this footballer named Sam
who swiftly went bam, bam & bam
All without a hair out place
what a cool, good looking ace
Poor goalie could not do a damn
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hat trick = scoring three goals in one match