Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
“The pandemic has shown us that most people don’t really have the sustained capacity for this type of cataclysm” – Matt Sundin
Each time on the gas we let up
we thought ‘got away, splendid!’
but just yet another set-up
for getting re-rear-ended
Pandemic by complaints unmoved
as harbors zero feelings
thus cannot ever feel reproved
for any of its dealings
It is clearly ain’t open to polemic
when tailgating us the wily pandemic
edited 01/23/22 1610
Så påstår djupa poeter, som vanligtvis inte kan nedlåta sej att rimma, om oss ytliga versmakare:
“Bara versmakare”,
påstår djupa poeter
bland vedersakare
“de rimmar mest dumheter!”
Blott språkets posörer
lättjefulla flanörer
ytliga kåsörer
tondöva sufflörer!
Kritiker sej ondgör
klart ej i favör:
En utpräglad fräsör
sägs sakna gehör
Kan ju gott förstå hur det stör
de av högtravande valör
Whether Life a morality farce
if you’ve been overindulging
you’ll still be flat on your sorry arse
next day burping, midriff bulging
But then desire for self-restraint
these days dishearteningly faint
Om som ung vi bar oss illa åt
får vi finna åldrandet svårt
månget minne ligger i försåt
erinrans påflugna despot
Maktlösa grämer vi oss över
(påstötningar tar aldrig slut)
hur kraftlös var undanmanöver
Förbarmar sej ej, vet ej hut!
Fast sannolikt välförtjänt
i kallsvett, genomvåt
i förkrosselse erkänt
ylar vår klagolåt
Kvider i bara kalsonger
på frusen mark i djup ånger
A scam victim might feel relieved
if felt themself neglected
While sensing they’re being deceived
‘happy’ to be selected?
Greedily they believe
gold of 25 carat!
Easily they perceive
a carnivorous carrot!
Smiles of scammers contrived
cloying, beguiling
Once they got us connived
they turn unsmiling
When unthinkingly we parrot
we may praise that of no merit
The poor ischemic
with his clogging-up brain
so curdling hemic
short term memory’s bane
Pointless any polemic
beyond doubt endemic
needs no academic
to suggest systemic
Grievously no hyperbole
comes with the family tree
makes him into an absentee
fades to insularity
Shuffling around in confusion
inside the land of delusion
“Amazon? Ain’t it cloud nine!”
No, didn’t mean THAT brazen bungle
where billions are spent online
but the Brazilian jungle:
its rain forest desecrated
by deforestation incessant
the planet’s lungs perforated
while humanity stays quiescent!?
Yet another fatality
through consumer rascality
I jakt på förtrollning
febrilt vi ylar
efter underhållning
plus långt fler prylar
Enär ovärderlig tiden
‘tidsfördriv’ ett lurt begrepp
en förställning tungt förvriden
i dagligt liv ett missgrepp
Ett beklagansvärt folknöje
grundat i ständigt missnöje?
He carries on a lot
about urban blight
of societal rot
things not being right
While yearning for action
still without fail every day
he keeps losing traction
bogged down in most mundane fray
He digresses, slides back deplumed
self-centered, in ill humor
into role for which he’d been groomed:
The entitled consumer
who is unable to rein in his stride
though can’t be said he seriously tried
In support tepid but benign
on front lawns still a smatter
of that virtue-signalling sign
that somehow ‘Black Lives Matter’
But are we radically
finally willing attend to
not just sporadically
beyond the yard sign ballyhoo?
Are we committed to follow through
turning around what’s long overdue?