Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Withdrawn, detached at life’s end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
There’s this Seattle man called Dave
whose sweet wife gets him to behave
while his politics
still keep us transfixed
Of his blithe helpfulness we rave
Time for Sam to majorly exult:
“Today is the day I turn adult!”
Eighteen a special number
that shall us disencumber
when from childhood shot by catapult
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
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
A limerick on a birthday of a neighbor who’s both an accomplished scientist & in his youth gymnast:
There was a youngish man called Igor
who treats all he meets with ardor
a man of great science
with strong self-reliance
Among Norse gods resembles most Thor!
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Why Thor? Because they both rather swing a thunderbolt hammer than just sit around and yammer
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
On my life’s path not much time left
but got all the time in the moment
so primed still & ready to heft
& to welcome Life’s next bestowment
Right now am feeling far from done
never mind how long my run
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