Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
That facts be scientific
how plain laughably quaint
boring & soporific
quash them by faith’s feint!
When of own notions reverential
of logic we must be wary
make truth & fairness nonessential
Our wishes must reign primary!
Not to worry, never mind
science couldn’t be wronger!
There’s insight of higher kind:
Faith unhinged is stronger!
Mired in impotency pained
all inspiration gone
Of fresh material drained
my well too deeply drawn
Shaft been echoing eerily
after known reserves were drawn
Been reduced to watch wearily
depleted in guts & brawn
After short fused she took off my muse
on some perhaps booze induced type cruise
edited 04/04/24 0920
Polluting & depleting
we’re fouling our own nest!
A planet overheating
but hey, we’re on a quest!
Whether by plain obliviousness
narcissistic dereliction
or shackled by lasciviousness
must end with species eviction
Yeah but, won’t our mindlessness be excused
as we’re by snappy ‘yeah but’ quips bemused?
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-‘yeah but’ quip = such as: “Oceans rising? Yeah but, won’t we all get waterfront property then!”
I dessa tider högaktiva
tycks vi alltmer expansiva
men måste vi då överdriva
för att synas kreativa?
När överflöd blir otillräckligt
hur når vi då förnöjsamhet?
Blev vårt samhälle så förskräckligt
att hugskott blir nödvändighet?
Försent för kursen att läggas om
försöka återvinna ‘lagom’?
In sweet voices lilted
while vocabulary wilts
communing gets jilted
very language itself tilts
Why is it presumed painful
in case word-flow slows to standstill
to ‘conversation’ baneful
when cliches pile on as ‘word fill’?
Mutter not in soliloquy!
Select words which dance ballet
most willingly and willowy!
Shun words when served as buffet:
Insist instead to see the full menu
or you shall be cast as the ingenue
I ökad sjögång
skralnande blåst
frusna till förfång
på fel kurs låst:
Litande på GPS:n, trodde
(utan förstånd på fyrar, sjökort)
oss förmer än förfäder som rodde
Sådant tillgjort hopp sällan fullgjort
Får oss att undra, dyngsur å knäsvag
hur samvetsgrannt skötes ens livs uppdrag?
Commendable inaction
laissez-faire distraction
both strong tools of exaction
holding our attraction
Why striving for Reality
when in Fantasy dissolutely
we can spout off hyperbole
ducking resistance resolutely
In these times of eroding erudition
just adjusting ‘Reality’ definition
Håll fast vid förväntan
på vårt livs irrfärd
där synes kontentan
kan snabbt bli inlärd:
För var medmänniska
försök vara oförskräkt
Sök finna medkänsla
till trots dålig andedräkt
Och vad som synes en torr ökenvandring
kan bli en friskt grönskande överraskning
A person’s unique essence
in human interaction
business views as excrescence
treated as infraction
But scripting won’t make us sincere
(sincerity needs no script)
puts up but a flimsy veneer
in obsequious prescript
Leaving our hapless corporate cog
to plod on in soulless workplace bog
Whether with grimacing faces
or smiling kindly, pretty
ads keep picking up their paces
with each most tiresome ditty
At first glance perhaps peachy
to-long-for warm beachy
then in voice-over screechy
pushy, ‘buy now!’ preachy
Come-on pitches shrill
right in our face
If not by ill will
rarely knows grace
Clearly ads have no qualm
shattering others calm?