Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
What idiotic presumption
that what’s for us a smooth road
of endless growth and consumption
somehow doesn’t deplete the lode!
Humans been binging
until all got unhinged
Still we ain’t cringing
our cheeks by shame untinged
We have been undiscerning
so for our hapless brood
their future now adjourning:
Irreversibly screwed
We’ve watched a variety
of impropriety
in dazzling dubiety
and insobriety
For too many years pretended
we were ruled by Meritocracy
which emphatically ended
Now saddled with Kakistocracy
who shall never be appeased
or moved by entreaty
they just leer at us displeased
as were we graffiti
In these times cruelly stern
all while right on we churn
the rich take what we should earn
And we lack guts to learn!
Kakistocrats never get placated
none of their demands ever vacated
+)
-kakistocracy = government run by the worst & vile, least qualified & most unscrupulous citizens (from Greek kakistos: worst)
Kavat ska sej ej förfasa
när vågor å stormar rasa:
Att segla oförvägen
genom Livets nätter
sätta kurs angelägen
så böljors skum skvätter
Mens bakom falska fyrar
frestelser kan pyra
I girighet vi yrar
trots påföljder dyra
Så blev vi seglatsens beundrare
å samtidigt dessas vrakplundrare
+) vrakplundrare = förr: kustfolk som tände misledande ‘fyrar’ och
plundrade resulterande skeppsvrak; här och nu: de som gör stora vinster
på andra människors bekostnad
efter livaktig början
av bestyr å akvaviten
pensionär i livssörjan
I sin uppväxttids dråplighet
fattade han ej ett dugg
Sen i åldrandets dåsighet
blev han snacksalig mens njugg
Ljugarbänken nu hans sista podium
från att förkunna sej som ett unikum
Clammy hands of anxiety
clasping throats assertively
suspend us in dubiety
keep poking us furtively
Desperate to regain
equanimity
with less thought to attain
magnanimity
Fears embolded shall but briefly fade
unacknowledged they shall resurge
By any disavowal unswayed
while we keep racing on the verge
As long as we avert our gaze
we shall sink deeper in malaise
Who misses peace of mind
when feeling invincible?
Towards change disinclined
simply not convincible
How breezily we’re self-reliant
on course set obliviously!
Of solidarity defiant
while grabbing lasciviously:
Fleetingly our bodies do subsist
while our hearts & souls on the sick list
Movements lithely flowing
cheerful their sincerity
Complexion, hope glowing
infused by hilarity
They bring about deep affection
finding foothold on their path
in youth’s but fleeting perfection
shielded so far from Life’s wrath
Viewed from the perch of aging
found so deeply engaging
Relished the smooth ride home from the shop
trip home with steep hills seems just a hop:
Crystal crisp the shifting
Crankset, gears ticking
Handlebars uplifting
No foreign clicking
Tires whirl p.s.i. correct
hum of the well-oiled chain
Seating position perfect
I glide in the arcane
Wheels well spoked
tightly drawn
Pedals stoked
by brash brawn
All this combine to sweetly
boost the ride home most fleetly
With plagiarized platitudes
we’re mangling logic, facts
in aggrandized attitudes
by hasty keyboard acts
Our attention span
closes in flash
like glamor at Cannes
splash after splash
Finding peace of mind & soul ain’t our thing
if we wait for a something to go ‘ting’
All throughout human history
we’re left wholly in the lurch
when it comes to Life’s Mystery
we flounder on endless search
While purposeful language
serves us well in the mundane
it leaves us to languish
when grappling with The Arcane
To debate what may lie Beyond
ain’t that a sure way to despond?
edited 03/27/24 145O