Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Up the rose strewn trail scented
rushes the frantic fool
dizzy, common sense dented
like a kid out of school
We’re unfazed
hasty, dazed
our eyes glazed
all sense razed
Aroused to love romantic
what thrilling perception
our life’s unrivaled antic
of passion, deception
A game by a Creator ‘demented’
assures new generations tormented
To Kim & Gary on their anniversary
What did echo in your ‘McMansion’
was the sound of over expansion
That huge ‘Starter Castle’
turned a life style nonstarter
Not worth all the hassle
so you did something smarter:
Found a richer bounty
in LA county
Happily you celebrate
anniversary on the beach
Setting sun, as winds abate
feels just right, spared all overreach
The golden sand between your toes
now how your ‘rugged hardship’ goes
Before sunrise he’d be found
like clockwork our rooster
on his fiefdom’s barnyard mound
as his own best booster
Perhaps wound tightly
but hens find him knightly
Comes across sprightly
takes a stance uprightly
Repeatedly he must crow
to hear his own voice inflection
In dedication aglow
offers, as it is, protection
Aren’t we all doing our utmost
while taking good care not to boast?
To our neighbor on a birthday:
Our Yana is still (sort of) young
with mind crisp, of civilized tongue
What looks, heart, style & dare!
all exuded with such flair!
In her presence we’re left unsung
Smart phone! Don’t we all need one
so we can be ‘with’ someone?
Aren’t we idling in the wings
until phone imposes
listlessly until it rings
then all else forecloses?
In hyper connected times
everywhere a free zone
where lights up & crisply chimes
our exacting smart phone
Long since when that sweet time when dialog was two
now it often takes a three- or foursome to coo
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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved
A Limerick on the occasion of Conner, a grandson, returning home to Sunset Hill in Seattle after serving as a paratrooper with the IDF.
There was a young man from Sunset Hill
with many talents & of strong will
As a paratrooper Conner
served IDF with honor
For now, I suspect, he’s had his fill
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IDF: Israeli Defense Forces
who will not be hemmed in by confines
In an ever changing world
charges she, banner unfurled
She won’t just cheer on from the sidelines
Erstwhile kids, now grownups
galloping wildly
standing in own stirrups
Long now since childly
Ought not be arcane
let them be who they are
So give them free rein
and the chance to go far
Do free them, or would you rather
that they turn out like their father?
Flower’s stalk bows bent
face down, pose dejected
but does she lament
her being rejected?
While I admired her entranced
who else might have noticed
spared but the briefest of glance
or feeling remotest?
Why would a single real life flower need to be seen
when several thousands can be pulled up on your screen?
Knows a Seattle pluviophile
how its drizzle used to beguile
But by now it has gone in exile
these days instead downpours awhile
Memories linger longingly tender
of the long gone drizzle’s subtle splendor