Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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
“Just ride it out”, says my cheery wife,
“watch a video, write a verse
enjoy your late life without the strife!”
Until carted off in the hearse
But spared suffering, struggle & strife
how can humans live well in life?
If trivial coasting til last breath
we’re not alive before our death?
And how to pretend Life is smooth sailing
while throwing up bent over the railing?
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railing = here: a ship’s (hand) rail
Dare to question Tech Perfection
beyond granted latitude
and we’ll face instant rejection
thus won’t change Tech’s attitude
Our misgivings of Technology
is not to slander and belie
It shows signs of own pathology
fever chart racing up awry
Why do we march, lockstep with spring
obeying each ring & flash?
How long let brash gadgets go ‘ting’
while draining our cards of cash?
Just as long as we allow it
feed the Beast and we’ll endow it!
You’re loving effulgence
in Life’s wondrous dance
abounding indulgence
of sweet happenstance
You’re my life’s five star menu
served up in senescence
For me wobbly the venue
outside your dear presence
From our youthful romance
until, soon, our last glance