Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
‘hej å skål!’ lymmel
som till krogen
en annan lämmel
När förhoppningar går skeva
som flyr in i berusningen vrå
klarar ej i ångest leva
men kanske ej så svårt att förstå?
Finner väl ett ögonblick av lättnad
mens i spriten upplevs aldrig mättnad
nature herself is cruel:
Watch that sweet bunny
happy, hopping around
It’s warm and sunny
Growl! By predator ground!
While a human who is carnivore
may have a good deal to answer for
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ground = here: between the teeth of a predator
To be spared from finding
days mostly a bore
that tedious grinding
we’d like to ignore!
To be freed from those churnings
(without guilty blushing)
of inadequate earnings
instead blithely gushing:
lulled on the waves of the Internet
letting us caught in its vast driftnet
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driftnet = a vast, floating ‘catch-em-all’ fishing net
Någon udda känsla
flyktiga grunda tankar
när tvehågsen grensla
aldrig få kasta ankar
Om vi eftersträvar sans
bör vi nog besinna
att varje tillfällig chans
skall närhelst försvinna
Bäst att andas ut fantasins luft
å andas in vardagens förnuft
Impending climate collapse
worsened by inequality
hastening Cold War relapse
by ironclad causality
In these times so off-centered
(insight hereof hardly arcane)
we indulge lives self-centered
cowardly, not caring, inane
But then courage and compassion
these days severely on ration
In end climatic
last gasps climactic
Ain’t no mere strophe
about mishaps
but catastrophe
as in: Collapse!
No chance bootstrapped
back in the clover!
Climate kneecapped
it is all over.
Used to just dismiss and flout
but soon we’ll be parched in drought
Uppskärrat jagande
av helt besatta slaget
ovärdigt klagande
i löjligaste laget
Trots hightech metoder
tappades greppet
på reglage å roder
Ur kurs for skeppet
En fåfänglig resa
förfelad i nesa
Those who think they know it all
do they not suspect their gall?
Their impetuous actions
and unguarded remarks
disparage other factions
as own views true benchmarks
Their own view an article of faith
whether of substance or merely wraith!
Narrow roads edge dusty deep ravines
up & down, contorting, twisting
slicing faded cliffs more brown than green
Curve following curve, persisting
With tenuous roadway traction
cars squeezing mere feet apart
no place to indulge distraction
where driving a martial art
Just guessing at what’s up ahead
heedless of ravine-plunging dread
Cresting cliffs, mindless of ravines
in youth we indulged aspiration
silly fantasies, hopes & dreams
Then woke up from exhilaration
On whatever life’s journey bestowed
winding roads shall turn less thrilling
Time, strength, guts & prospects all erode
aging’s rain drizzles bone chilling
Just beyond the very next bend
awaits too soon our journey’s end
Trying to dance to an aria
or speed skating on ice Spring thin
or run red lights under Sharia:
Risky, neither a likely win!
Yet a rare chance
to live fast
in heady prance
that won’t last
Still we’ll engage in hell raising
not like docile sheep just grazing