Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
There was this sharp determined student named Sarah
who ushered in a new academic era
Earned straight A:s by her own volition
wouldn’t follow family tradition
that until now of scholars dry as Sahara
There was this couple smart & endearing
who loved sports, while don’t know how god-fearing
A loving civil couple
living a marriage supple
but then they had met in engineering
Defenders’ strong resistance ignored
by Sam in dazzling, rushed attack floored
Of opposing team awless
he served a pass so flawless
that even his Farfar could’ve scored
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-Sam: Our grandson, who provided the pivotal pass in the close 1-0 victory
-Farfar: grandfather in Swedish
In stillness we need not strive for more
as its wind embraces in warm whisper
The past doesn’t whimper, future doesn’t roar
Thoughts may blur, while emotions feel crisper
Into stillness we’re gladly brought
it’s a place where we may be taught
To bourgeois way he lives contrarious
prefers his days with crowd gregarious
Blåsut found fine just ain’t Campania
and nowhere a place like Scania
Let’s his old man live life vicarious
No deep love affair
or flimsy fling
shall ever compare
with that of Spring
A long awaited blessing
Spring said he’d come today
teasingly keeps us guessing
in chilly rain delay
But so what if she’s arrives late
elated, willingly we’ll wait
Clearly too powerful a pastiche
of the stolid Kingdom of Sweden
to persuade itself to unleash
from seeing itself as an Eden:
Where was that Swedish predilection
for well ingrained circumspection
when joined NATO without election
in untoward genuflection?
Swedish deliberations may seem esoteric
to the surrounding, less advanced, world barbaric
I vad som kan kallas
kanske en arvsrätt
t.o.m åkallas
inom viss folkrätt:
I Frankrike ingen bagatell
att var morgon äta sej mätt
i sed djupt förankrad kulturell
på en nybakad färsk baguette
som varje morgon nationellt
bakas fullkomligt manuellt
She knows her mind
her convictions strong
her heart beats kind
discerns right from wrong
Sweet as sound of dulciana
warm as Summer wind in Havana
crisp as Winter in Montana:
That would be our wondrous Anna!
Better known for compassion
than icon of high fashion
Among Lands of Hesperia
elites in the DC area
as well in they Bay Area
they are all gripped by hysteria
Blinded by hypocrisy
people fooled we’ve democracy
while owned by plutocracy
and ruled by kakistocracy
While out of touch with reality
thinking somehow we’re praiseworthy
we bask in heedless hyperbole
telling others they’re blameworthy
In that ‘shining city on the hill’
conceited we carry on at will!