Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Wondrous solace of stillness
eludes us without fail
when electronic shrillness
pierces through nature’s veil
Might one of those clueless clods
(who with such hapless abandon
plugs in their stylish ear pods)
find for Net surfing a stand-in?
How without stillness & solitude
shall we re-connect with rectitude?
Hemskt trist förstås vore han nazist
mens kanske bara narcissist
som uppför sej som dryg egoist
en nyårsaftons fyllerist?
Men väl knappt nått egentligt
att tjata om offentligt?
Som när vi själva utbrister:
Daltande dietister!
Veligt vingliga cyclister!
Självgoda nykterister!
Varför måste vi hålla på å stimma
långt efter glasögonen slutat imma?
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
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
provides life’s inmost 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
He’s dreaming of her green eyes
the ways she’s lovable
in sobriety’s kind highs:
Alluring, huggable
She’s the vivacious bouquet
that bounces his heart’s ballet
blir begripligt, då o då
av livet rentav tillplattad
i dess svåra slit å sjå
Att vara människa är att få lida
djupare än hur oss klemiga kvida
Undvik gagnlösa bestyr
ta väl hand om vad var dag ger
Men sök likväl äventyr
vem vet om det blir några fler?
Så sök leva modigt, idogt o drivet
bättre än bara beklaga ‘sånt är livet!’
Synapses corroding
recall slowed, deferred
Memories eroding
erstwhile visions blurred
Outlook & attitude askew
injustices bewailing
Anything new brings much ado
as trains of thought derailing
Outfits, gadgets turned outmoded
Sentences humorously misheard
He grieves old manners imploded
since human folly reached the absurd
An Octogenarian
grumbling with fumbling hands
Curmudgeon contrarian
long gone grandiose plans
Now marching out of step, on course chaotic
his collar frayed, smartphone-less, quite quixotic