Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Issues themselves furled
left for you to react
Your sneering lips curled
no need to deal in facts
Self-described as ‘optimism’
while flimsy delusion
as well a glib euphemism
for ‘gutless collusion’
Your consuming in a fool’s paradise
leaves the rest of to pay the baneful price
Claims she’s a ‘happy medium’
while seems on life’s tepid voyage lost
Self-corralled in tired tedium
chasing distraction at any cost
Too long mired in routines repetitious
to try launch any changes auspicious?
For riding mass transit
we shall deserve an award
As we don’t fancy it
must be a dollar reward
What a splendid suggestion
many may just consent
Might even ease congestion
in case fast & frequent
Foremost reigns Pecuniary
other values of an act
found largely imaginary
Don’t we agree on this fact?
Yes, all is insubstantial
unless it is financial!
With your nose on smart phone screen
wholly unrestricted
like snorting stuff up the nose
you may be ‘addicted’
Makes you feel ascendent
like anything goes
Even seem transcendent
when you’re in its throes
while just lit by the sheen
from flat fantasy’s screen
Alltid lika genuin
i sin kraftfulla bil
som bälgar i sej bensin
kör han i komfort, stil
De Gröna håller på å hyckla
med ”Kör mindre, försök å cykla!”
Men han har ju listat ut
klimatkollaps en ‘Grön’ komplott!
De borde väl veta hut
röra till sån korkad kompott!
Han vet att ganska snart
ska visa sej uppenbart
att klimatet så rart
blir svalare å hållbart!
Så han fortsätter köra utan ånger
och njuter i doften av bensinångor
Originally written during the first Trump presidency
Acquiesced to the Upper Classes
propagandized, maligned Masses
now fawningly fall for Fascism
turn foot soldiers for Barbarism
Incited by The Leader’s rants
join jumbling frantic forces
while shrewd sycophant fancy-pants
play on God-owned golf courses
Still some seem surprised, haplessly forlorn
Had we not seen enough be to forewarned?
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apotheosis = the elevation or exaltation of a person to the rank of a god
Prior to restored eyesight
was bumbling benighted
had felt anxious & contrite
with outlook unsighted
I just couldn’t envision
the light beyond cataract
before the incision
had seemed remotely abstract
Since as if by Kliegs enhanced my eyesight
would that next my soul shall fill with insight!
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Klieg = an intense carbon arc light especially used in film making
If you attempt nuance and grace
you may come across as ‘wise’
to those aces in verbal Mace
and they’ll cut you down to size
Cliches they’ll shout
thought-ending
absent all doubt
truth-bending
Their bearing & manners cocky
think Life is but football, hockey
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– mace = an aerosol that irritates the eyes
– wise = here: as a wise guy; a know-it-all
Feeling ignored, down in the dump
whether you by mere dumb luck
have gotten famous rich & plump
or by own persistent pluck?
Case you still feel neglected
not having chump minions like Trump
try not feel too dejected
imagine you’d been a sump pump:
You’d gurgle & clank in cellars wet, dark & dank
doomed underground regardless of how hard you crank!
Shiny the lacquer
that positively screams:
“Here drives no slacker
but someone lives their dreams!”
Lighting, screens gleaming
painted darkly, sized huge
with gadgets teeming
No measly subterfuge!
Keeps conniving
through windows tinted
pushing, driving
to self unstinted!
But not hard to figger
why the rush to bigger:
Mighty fortress wheeled
of menacing power
as cave, as crutch, shield
We’re King in our Tower!