Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Cognoscenti
with their acumen
twenty-twenty
us to illumine
Daze & frazzle us, and how
to the extent we allow
How come they know what’s what
that hangs on the wall
whether it’s art or smut
better than us all?
Heeding what others claim to know
may just end up as our owned woe
Haven’t we got quite the knack
for freely shooting the breeze
for endless boorish yak
above pizza dripping cheese?
I’d rather hold out for the arcane
hoping to get bit more evolved
than being dragged down in the mundane
by someone soundly self-involved:
Spottily bit snottily
naughtily or haughtily
Om vår nya lägenhet
påstås olämpligt belägen
kan uppstå förlägenhet
både på dit å hemvägen
Vi utsätts av de många enträgna
som till förebråelser benägna
Spouting loud & prolific
those quips brought up galore
be they seldom specific
can still inflict ‘earsore’
As quips propound they obfuscate
do not frame for clarity
but contrarily dissipate
lack focus on verity
While attempts quatrain verse
to cut to the core
to speak sparsely & terse
Such contrary chore …
… to fit into rhymed space
with some semblance of grace
With cataclysm impending
our angst won’t be resolved
by adroitly defending
our staying self-involved
We claim cannot find the time
to give to inequality
or bother about the clime
as we favor frivolity
Concerned more with own economy
and our fondness for gastronomy
They walk in Summer weather gorgeous beyond words (at least mine) but seems can’t refrain from ogling their smart phone screens
Roundly outsmarted by their phones
amidst billions fellow clones:
Do they watch sky’s shades of blue
listening to winds rustling leaves
while price checking household glue
or how to foil those cat food thieves?
Are their lives adhering to plans
getting soon to driving that Benz?
Talas vanlig svenska
här fortfarande?
Visst, eller kantänka
nått motsvarande?
Jo, fast tros eleganta
nya käcka uttryck
hörs snarare genanta
i allt högre ångtryck
Gör oss gråtvärdiga
som de står i ihärdigt
talar ‘Märkvärdiska’
så enträgigt å maniskt!
Med glimmande tänder
å i konstlad röst
med viftande händer
Om nu nån till tröst?
Gamla kroppar glappar
vårt förstånd likväl förstås
tills den dag vi sjappar
Händer oss alla, gunås
Men ett förlopp så helt banalt
kan levas som jämnmods äventyr
Vårt åldrande fastän fatalt
kanske ej som slut men ouvertyr?
Tills vi bor där vi slipper jaga
å beskäftigt styra å klaga …
Think wide car tires look so cool
and who says they waste gas?
Should not make us vain a fool
or a science slack ass!
They’re part of our urbanity
of which tires aren’t just incidental
Not a case of mere vanity
and ain’t to others detrimental
It’s not what we actually steal
It’s all about how is makes me feel
Claiming peace of mind in ‘any’ place
such silly presumptive prattle
Sure, in cities blessed by luck or grace
be they Stockholm or Seattle
Quite another kettle of fish, uh
if in Gaza or Mogandishu?