Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Some ‘swamp’ dwellers gone
most often forthwith fired
but replaced with (yawn!)
folks even less desired
Despite long time since spoken
the ‘swamp’ remains un-drained
another promise broken
Check replacements harebrained:
How morally disheveled
those retrograde refills
ethically bedeviled
on corruption’s treadmills
The Prez keeps clomping
on a cringing world stage
Trumping & whomping
trapped in fantasy’s cage
How he bombastically mirrors
the nation turned sneerers & smearers
The smartphone obsession
impairs our mental mettle
restrains in regression
fades fast erstwhile fine fettle
Claims of ‘doing our research’
just clicking profusion
Silly stupefying smirch
cutting short conclusion!
Thus we’re torn asunder
while we’re going under
Om låttit livets storm oss luttra
hade vi en jädra bonntur
Fick annars stå bak knut å huttra
utan perspektiv å bravur
När Livet bjuder upp till dans
får vi kanske blott en enda chans
att växa i sanning å sans
inte vilse likt idrottens svans
Synes ett enkelt val
mellan fattning å kval?
As Life is never taintless
might be safer shuffle like sheep
tractably & be plaintless
watching warily from seats cheap
Save us from the raving babble
too grating, clueless & grim!
Elbowed by the ruthless rabble
chance to get out alive: Slim
Aren’t we skating on thin, cracking ice
pretending that all is sweet & nice?
Medan alltmer skuldsatta
i livets hinderlopp
jagar vi som besatta
vettskrämda av köpstopp
Inte är vårt samhälle
(fast påstås framskridet)
längre ett smultronställe
men skonlöst snedvridet?
Så oundvikligt ta tillflykt i kortsiktigt
vad som händer på sikt får väl bli oviktigt
Det kännes skumt, förbigående
när de pratar ‘rivigt å rätt’
så jag lyssnar oförstående:
Har kändisarna lite vett?
Ordflöden tycks överskugga
och med modeord dölja
påståenden oftast njugga:
Pratar de kanske smörja?
Å vilka dumheter
som anses nyheter!
edited 10/14/21 1040
Like light winds shifting
blowing across the pond
lazy thoughts drifting
awed, by escapism spawned
Unmoored our minds flap
as plunged stones or dipped oars
stir small waves which lap
expediency’s shores
Minds in the mundane adrift
to most else giving short shrift
Let’s not use logic or facts
as way burdensome to prepare
fitting into our talking tracts
Much easier to just declare!
Who cares for solidarity
never mind the aftermath
Stay with stale insularity
let’s walk our own primrose path
on which responsible objectivity
won’t risk meet with scantest receptivity
While in erstwhile hushed times
we were allowed to slow down
sounds of lingering chimes
listened to with smile, not frown
Those were the days of reflection
by humans of circumspection
Where trampling consumer herds graze
among shrill sales pitches sclerotic
with perked up ears, their screens on face
stampede in commerce idiotic
With grasping hearts ice pack cold
snagging shiny contrivances
by acts as quick as they’re bold
in persuasive connivances
While they barely break in sweat shopping
still being on a track all sopping