Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Of today’s speech be wary
seldom corollary
ill boding, often airy
hurriedly Hail Mary
Flimsy, fleeting such ‘bliss’
when facts, what’s fair we ignore
in collusion we kiss
Cease & desist, I implore!
Or I’ll wake with hangover hammering
from such ceaseless self-absorbed yammering
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
At times has been avowed
my enthusiasm gallant
while sparingly endowed
with any useful talent
Hence I’ve barely begun
at age eighty-two
to get hoped-for things done
with some derring-do
But as by now glaringly way too late
I’ll keep playing to my ‘strength’, i.e. prate
Sounds so demoralizing
her verbal ritual
Weighed down immobilizing
her yack perpetual
Her dear husband enlisted
for reasons simplistic
Their lives by Empire twisted
yet feel chauvinistic
They’re human raw material
to fill its hapless legions
on harsh campaigns Imperial
in to remotest regions
And so the War Machine
gobbles up recruits
Some eager to convene
to look sharp, salute
Empire’s goals & pursuits obscene
its glamor proves cosmetic:
To search out, destroy or demean
in violence frenetic
Carrying out command: ‘Fire!’
jingoistically
sets in motion outcome dire:
Blow back predictably
Can’t tell people apart no more
should thusly behoove me to abet
the prompt acquiring on that score
of prejudices: a whole new set
If only I would accommodate
always, rather than discriminate
Obstinacy & Aging
those two intertwined companions
with their hangups engaging
they be yelling across canyons
In perpetual dance
unyielding stays their stance
Their ingrained character flaws
refuse to step aside
whether as result or cause
leaves us worn, bleary-eyed
With Obstinacy one might try engage
while with Aging merely watch its rampage
did fate present him with a soul mate?
but his heart a Wheel of Ferris
instead he flew off to Paris
are rapturous flings but his grim fate?
On my weary ears
words effusive
to my loves & fears
found abusive
Intrusive blather
flightily inflated
light foamy lather
forthwith sags deflated
Frantic words be they well-meaning
may well be found over-weaning
found these days ubiquitous
en platt ‘pedagogi’
or outright iniquitous
In the tongue of my mother
would be ‘känsloikon’
who in my youth came rather
across as ‘känslokall’
While little she related typed from keyboard
mest uttryckt muntligt från eget ‘ordförråd’
edited 05/29/24 0735
While those demure lips we’d gladly kissed
but as know-it-alls unwilling
to delve into that we may have missed:
Perhaps a life more fulfilling?
It’s reality, not fiction
that voluntary restraint
(while at glance a contradiction)
frees us from feeling constraint
While we’re still keeping up our perseverance
of floundering in rushing incoherence
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-restraint = ‘a cookie abstained from may taste better than one indulged’