Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Thanks so much, delighted
but am chasing the arcane
Glad to be invited
but mired knee-deep in quatrain
Right now inopportune
find myself all-fired
(in lasting honeymoon)
and verse-wise inspired
Fully engaged in quatrain
frolicking in my deepest dream
striving to clinch the arcane
Not splashing in shallow prose stream
Let’s instead meet at some other time
when been cold shouldered by muse & rhyme?
With plagiarized platitudes
we’re mangling logic, facts
in aggrandized attitudes
by hasty keyboard acts
Our attention span
closes in flash
like glamor at Cannes
splash after splash
Finding peace of mind & soul ain’t our thing
if we wait for a something to go ‘ting’
All throughout human history
we’re left wholly in the lurch
when it comes to Life’s Mystery
we flounder on endless search
While purposeful language
serves us well in the mundane
it leaves us to languish
when grappling with The Arcane
To debate what may lie Beyond
ain’t that a sure way to despond?
edited 03/27/24 145O
Aren’t we callow
lacking mature breadth?
Even shallow
while pretending depth?
But no need be concerned
as in these times who’d listen:
Haven’t most of us adjourned
to Self-Absorption’s Prison?
Reducing each other to appurtenant
make others’ concerns at best impertinent
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-appurtenant = relating to something that is added but is not essential
-breadth = an ability to address a broad range of issues
indulging in shallow cant
hid in wryness from his Norse source
Housed high hopes but findings scant
He had thus subconsciously yearned
for where pure fantasy holds its sway
Made poor use of what little learned
while boasts boisterously in brash bray
He’ll witlessly wander in No Man’s Land
when lacking the courage to understand
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-cant = (not confused with: can’t) hypocritical and sanctimonious talk, typically of a moral, religious, or political nature
-no man’s land = here: a life not settled into due to fear or uncertainty
While close calamity
and perhaps perverse
trying for amity
be it just in verse
Crisp sentences custom made
(none lifted off the rack)
bring forth verbal serenade
that rises beyond yak
Still wouldn’t presume to impart verity
which these days too much of a rarity
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yak = chatter
To be spared from finding
days mostly a bore
that tedious grinding
we’d like to ignore!
To be freed from those churnings
(without guilty blushing)
of inadequate earnings
instead blithely gushing:
lulled on the waves of the Internet
letting us caught in its vast driftnet
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driftnet = a vast, floating ‘catch-em-all’ fishing net
Those who think they know it all
do they not suspect their gall?
Their impetuous actions
and unguarded remarks
disparage other factions
as own views true benchmarks
Their own view an article of faith
whether of substance or merely wraith!
Pounding a platitude
while pretending cool
Whilst stuck in servitude
we’re played for the fool
Off on the daily spree
tires burning, squealing
Why can’t we simply see
we’re Future stealing?
Our Species the real schmuck
running amok, denying
Knee deep in banal muck
telling ourselves we’re flying
We’re our own enabling muses
spouting asinine excuses
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servitude = here: to the oligarch/kakistocrat society
The entitled Power Elite
blocks us political hobbyists
so they grab more (rarely replete)
Can’t have us impede their lobbyists!
Power Elite schemes ambitiously
locks us in insecurity
Subjugating us perniciously
in childish immaturity
Greased by our own denial
their put-on smiles beaming:
“Go score in the shopping aisle
keep chasing stuff gleaming!”
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lobbyists = here: those professional ones hired by the power elite