Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
On winged feet our ‘indoor racer’
with wild hair flowing, flying
trajects like gun fireworks tracer
eternally she’s plying
Upwardly, leveling stairs
utensils clattering
all with efficiency’s airs
Bystanders scattering
Smoothly she slides round corners
‘smartphonely’ connected
Past cowering bench warmers
on short cuts perfected
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-bench warmers = among those her slacker husband
Sally’s nose, prose & fashion
how she’s just too cloying
Frank’s political passion
ain’t he too annoying?
But bothering with affinity
surely pure prickly vanity?
Best left to saints & divinity
not fallible humanity
We shan’t change them: She’ll sally forth
while he’ll keep on thinking he’s Njorth
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Njorth = (Njörðr in Norse mythology) god of the sea, winds and prosperity
With irrepressible intention
Joyce takes off for an intervention
An ever blossoming head turner
steeply she roars off from the house
as if by switched-on ‘afterburner’
Fades behind: a blown over spouse
who’ll be wobbling, gasping
in turbulent wake
from cheering, voice rasping
uncombed, stare opaque
Lost in irrelevancy’s realm
clasping pale at his flimsy helm
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-afterburner = a jet engine power booster engaged to briefly increase speed
-intervention = Joyce works as an (addiction) intervention specialist
Here’s a story that rocks
for persons with feet
who are wearing out socks
Here details replete:
Involves a old married couple
their romance erstwhile torrid
Neither bodies or minds supple
shuffling in socks un-florid
Socks not blown off any longer
but no surprise still worn through
spotted, when peeled off to launder
without alarm or ado
Her socks wear first at the toe
without an exception
while his heels the first to go
By clearest perception:
sock sorting thus infallible
merely check where’s found the hole
The couple’s union affable
in perfect sorting control
Airy verse warmly oblique
blows abaft, blows athwart
Rhyming bursts in thoughtful pique
lighthearted to cavort
Verse anxious to comport
without baring fangs
just aiming to transport
holding back harangues
Make stanzas tight
not staid or prosy
Make the tone light
but not too rosy
Set not out to sway
or to dissuade
Never try upbraid
attempt allay
Show mercy, so don’t hold forth
Have pity, make verses short
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-abaft = from the stern
-athwart = right angle to the ship’s center
When Spring blossom releases
with inexorable mettle
bit like coming to Jesus
amidst bursts of finest fettle?
Unfolding petals lustrous
bursting in anthesis soundless
Contrasting humans blusterous
in their nauseous noise boundless
Ethereally endowed
each staunch bantam blossom
grows eternally unbowed
fulfills presence awesome
While Nature stays in full control
mere arrogance the human role
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anthesis = the flowering period of a plant, from the opening of the flower bud
Why flailing in futility
when beckons the other way:
Of living in tranquility
not succumb to racking fray
Why persevere in mimicry
when beckons the other way:
To live in authenticity
not just in escapist play
Why upbraid in ubiquity
when beckons the other way:
Living in equanimity
gathers up Life’s full bouquet
Late summer rain
in moonlit night
Flawless quatrain
kindly polite
Lightly splatters
agony smoothed
Softly patters
restive hearts soothed
Flows off eaves
warm gently mild
Drips off leaves
in shades beguiled
Daybreak birds of searching screeches
as bleak sunlight softly infuses
soaring beyond treetops’ reaches
eager flock, the new day beseeches
Where night & day intersect
her head, arm lightly rest
as nature, humans affect
on his warm, heaving chest
Not for long: Trust human’s stubborn devotion
harmony to squelch in jarring commotion
Tirelessly our hapless Tongue
so recklessly wagging
Keeps hurling havoc far flung
bragging, ragging, snagging!
Our self-righteous racing Mind
contentiously nagging
How unrestrained we’ve opined
in pursuit unflagging!
Let our Hearts be more than pumps non-excitable:
The place where we live ‘tinderly’ ignitable
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‘tinderly’ = interweaving ‘tinder’ with ‘tender’