Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Eager to engender dialogue
anxious for us all to connect
Trapped in someone’s mulish monologue
in vain trying to interject
While most the time in vain
and for this I’m given flack
Am found rude & inane
by those haranguing their claque
Rarely have I found that such a bore
relinquishes his/her purloined floor
How not to cringe
at ‘lawmakers’ fringed
How Tories binge
in fantasy hinged
In their bungling chorus
some still spound like Boris!
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Boris Johnson: the former UK prime minister
Att bli eld å lågor
inför midvinterstormar
älska havets vågor
när som tjuter å gormar:
Lycksalighetens älva
for aldrig ut i storm förstås
Det vi ej upplevt själva
rikligt uttalas om, gunås!
Går väl alltför lättvindigt att oss förhäva
när bland oerfarenhetens moln vi sväva?
Who can truly believe
something so chilling
that humans can’t aggrieve
unless God’s willing?
Still not even Gods
could create the same mess
as us humans clods
with more to come, safe guess
So when then collapse gets reprised
whom among us may claim surprised?
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-aggrieve = to afflict with pain, anxiety, etc; to oppress or wrong grievously; injure by injustice
-reprise = to execute a repetition of; repeat
Kan det nu vara sant
att Sveriges statsminister
blott en flinande fjant
ska styra i tid bister?
Påstår pessimister:
‘Redan för stora brister!’
medan realister:
‘Nu fast rejält i klister!’
När tarvades en fältherre
valde vi nog en domherre?
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Ulf Kristersson (M), Sveriges statsminister
Bör vi slösa tid
i dagar mållösa
såsom tidsfördriv
med sinnen håglösa?
Varför rusa runt rastlösa
när vart ögonblick ovärderligt?
Att talang å ork bortslösa
väl av samvetet ohanterligt?
Trots att tiden ju aldrig anpassbar
lever vi som om den vore tänjbar
There was this artist named Yana
after inhaled marijuana
rather chomped pizza with extra cheese
than painted another masterpiece
Quaint her take on what’s Nirvana
Most virtue-signaling flags
been hauled down came autumn
Those still up flutter like rags
bleached, frayed top & bottom
Let’s hope they still our conscience nags
those fighting flags with their hashtags
To bourgeois way he lives contrarious
prefers his days with crowd gregarious
Blåsut found fine just ain’t Campania
and nowhere a place like Scania
Let’s his old man live life vicarious
we trot them out to sound clever
Tending over-simplistic
so ties to truth they may sever
Quips misidentify
meager on meaning
may oversimplify
while good at preening
Cutthroat snappy
who knows how benight
Quick & scrappy
while rarely contrite