Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Who would unprompted share
one’s fact-grounded opinions
let heart & mind laid bare
to cliché-spouting minions?
Would that not be to squander
what is for each quintessential
in a frivolous yonder
tangential to life essential?
Unless someone appears sincerely to ask
might we not prefer in a limelight to bask
‘Ordfast’ å ‘ordhållig’
är gedigna gamla ord
från en tid stryktålig
Medan nya låneord:
Otåliga
Piffigt pråliga
Ihåliga
Undermåliga
Oaktat om gamla orden uthålliga
betraktas de troligen nu som stolliga
Lunatic lies unending
narrative paths twisted
both facts & logic bending
evasions enlisted
Do we prefer lies outrageous
to mere reality obstruction?
In these troubled times contagious
which do offer foremost distraction?
Hard to see a happy ending
to such abomination
Society’s fabric rending
soon falls ‘civilization’!
Meantime more ‘fun’ a neo-fascist autocrat
than some smart, informed, honest, social democrat
Såg sej själv överdådig
trodde sej rättrådig
fastän endast villrådig
allenast självrådig
Föll på nunan i snabbt sus
munnen på vid gavel
i mark full med sand å grus
kraftuttryck av svavel
Levde i sus å dus
i stöddigt självvalt rus
If we want to get along
mouth only the mundane
and if we want to belong
stray not in the arcane!
Let others spout their opinion
and just pretend to listen
Act the sycophantic minion
smile, best if our eyes glisten
Avoid these words to get along:
‘ascetic’ & ‘poetic’
Apply in order to belong:
‘athletic’ & ‘cosmetic’
Voice only the prosaic
like ‘we get warm by burning coal’
avoid ‘photovoltaic’
Above all do not bare our soul!
Thus we’ll evade some risk & strife
but will we lead a worthwhile life?
En sån figur
oböjlig
en sån filur
omöjlig
Omedgörlig
utan rättkänsla
otillbörlig
saknar skamkänsla
Hur än svag hans rytmkänsla
svagare hans erkänsla
Att ha varit alkoholist
tack å lov länge sedan
Förnedrande förtvivlat trist
känner alltjämt av svedan
Plågas alltjämt sinnet
i uttröttad lekamen
Gnager grymt på minnet
kuggad på livstentamen
Alltför många år blev förspillda
i gråa gryningar gråtmilda
Posting on Internet’s boulder
our stale jokes from hapless heart
while little we care to shoulder
is neither kind, brave or smart
All wrapped around our own
with the ego puffed up tall
nonsense filling our phone
outrageous our naive gall
Oblivious & headstrong
quite heedless of our affliction
merely keeps muddling headlong
largely by lack of conviction
By all means, if we must, act the wag
but please, spare us being such a drag!
People already hapless
buy phones ever smarter
which turns them ever sapless
What a mindless barter!
Never learnt to navigate
so by voice command dialing
let GPS cogitate
On-screen found oh-so beguiling!
Never mind that crisp phones resplendent
make humans ever more dependent …