Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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
Where property claims trump common good
we’ve an unjust society
it ought to be discernible you’d
end up with impropriety
Quality of life has devolved
For in a society
from commonality absolved
brings us deep anxiety
You just take a quick look around:
Distraction, denial abound
Bought a car for $50K
that had kept me spellbind
so subsequently no way
getting a cheaper kind
Still if spent $30k instead
some poor people would be ahead
Would a $20k donation
set me free to drive a car ‘mundane’?
Might I cause my peers vexation
by giving my compassion free rein?
But as us peers are uniquely deserving
shouldn’t have to deal with what-if:s this unnerving!
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
When invited as a banquet date
did fate present him with a soul mate?
but his heart a Wheel of Ferris
instead he flies off to Paris
are rapturous flings but his sole 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
It’s these days ubiquitous
the facial ’emoji’
Needs not be iniquitous
still poor pedagogy
In the tongue of my mother
would be ‘känsloikon’
who in my youth came rather
across as känslokall
While little she shared not clicked on from keyboard
men uttryckt muntligt från eget ordförråd
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-emoji = känsloikon (känslo+ikon)
-känsla = emotion
-kall = cold
-men uttryckt muntligt = but expressed verbally
-från eget ordförråd = from (her) own vocabulary