Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
While new snappy language stilted
uses facts, logic wilted
no longer do they feel guilted
Delivery un-lilted:
in the youthful trend
of first initial burst
trailing off at end
speakers’ voice volume nursed
Guess for newfangled mangled effect
as what’s being said hard to detect?
Oh, with what speed it occurred
losing love of Reality
Oh, how easily line blurred
crossing over to Fantasy
Once there how to return
to sense & order
when bridges behind burn
sealing the border?
Didn’t contemplate what we would miss
lost now in Fantasy’s hug & kiss
Withdrawn, detached at life’s end
in most wondrous isolation
Sweet as blessing Heaven sent:
bestows in stillness elation
In Life is yearned
emotions clarified
Speech not just well-turned
but by thoughts edified
We may enjoy life well-disposed
when isolation self-imposed
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
Don’t anguish or you’re a fool
just feel joyous, free of resent
do as told in Bible School
just humble yourself & lament
While if secular you’re a fool
blind to Trump the butt of steed
still hailing him as The Lord’s Tool
despite his hate, lies & greed
Someone who’ll never relent
and incapable to repent
Have we noticed less yelling
these days in tight traffic
less impudent labeling
fewer gestures graphic?
Do we drive more like adults
with manners to be commended
lessened the need to insult
and slower to get offended?
If so, it might be truth to say
for fear of being blown away?
On petulant pursuits binged
our noses stuck in trough
getting totally unhinged
til all pretense falls of?
Tell, is it going haywire
for our poor Human Race
or per God’s plans & desire?
Trembling at what we face:
Not much time shall elapse
until soon now: Collapse!
Raises morning’s curtain
upon sunrise infused sky
Less bemused than certain
humans get scurrying, why?
How to discern when mired in a muddle
as distant planets coldly align?
Dreams fill oceans, insight the mere puddle:
don’t expect our days warmly benign
Lowers evening’s curtain on sunset infused sky
gone forever another scurrying day, why?
Were I to receive an insight
it may not bring my neighbor delight
but rather give him or her fright
notably if I chanced to be right
as one person’s presumed breakthrough
may show up others as cuckoo
The ‘peace dividend’
since fall of Mastodon
seemed a heaven-send
in 1991
But the Pentagon
please try to cotton on
can’t but carry on
needed to bear down on
Despite it’s vainly bloat
it just won’t concede
a single tank, plane, boat
or other war steed
seemed at time providential
turned out inconsequential
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-cotton on = understand, or begin to understand
-1991 = the collapse of the Soviet Union (here: Mastodon)