Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
We grind in daily strife absurd
opaque our faith & locus
Reality banned, vision blurred
all jarringly out of focus
We’re distracted by games of fantasy
with noses on screens ubiquitous
sunken in political apathy
to power elite obsequious
As we woefully bray
behind foul a bellwether
aren’t we deserving prey
to perish all together?
As we’re pretending be discreet
while we’re just cowering effete?
before the virus pounced
would we be in ‘house arrests’?
Life as we knew it trounced?
While for scientists problematic
since turned inept & erratic
by boastful meddling trumplematic
while his base cheers on ecstatic!
Of such noble creed & greed
how come ‘leadership’ lackluster?
Why won’t this Virus pay heed
to blaming, bully & bluster?
with outcomes looming unclear
both unhinged & unforgiving
when we ‘converse’ by bronx cheer
Best not resort to piety
nor indulging propriety:
Just hold that leash short & tight
or she’ll run wild, Anxiety!
On darkening path of blight
below clouds of dubiety
Claims she’s a ‘happy medium’
while seems on life’s tepid voyage lost
Self-corralled in tired tedium
chasing distraction at any cost
Too long mired in routines repetitious
to try launch any changes auspicious?
Acquiesced to the Upper Classes
propagandized, maligned Masses
now fawningly fall for Fascism
turn foot soldiers for Barbarism
Incited by The Leader’s rants
join jumbling frantic forces
while shrewd sycophant fancy-pants
play on God-owned golf courses
Still some seem surprised, haplessly forlorn
Had we not seen enough be to forewarned?
Feel ignored, down in the dump
even if by dumb luck
we have gotten rich & plump
or by own sweaty pluck?
Case you still feel neglected
tell who has chump minions but Trump?
Try not feel too dejected
imagine you’d been a sump pump:
You’d gurgle & clank in cellars dark & dank
doomed underground regardless of how you crank
Should you ask perchance
what is my opinion
I may look askance
can’t be your dominion?
Could you leave it unasked?
Be it of my own making
got set up in the past
mortified, poor pride aching
So won’t be baited yet again
aftermath just too cruel
So I’ll adamantly abstain
being again that old fool
Even when earnestly solicited
my opinion won’t be elicited
For a while and of late
many a hair-triggered spate
of much deep-seated hate
been spewing out of the gate
With good manners dispensed
in righteous ire
ugly crowds get incensed
set themselves afire
But hard of course, at the ball, not to prance
when you’re the only one who knows to dance!
She had been pining
for a charmer
a knight in shining
gleaming armor
Then caught her on-white-horse-knight
after courtship whirlwind!
A leftist who wasn’t too bright
now she suffers chagrined
By now peeled off her lacquer
an aging woman less busty
He turned out a bald slacker
armor cracked & hinges rusty
Next she hopes to find someone who won’t annoy her
perhaps a well-to-do Republican lawyer?
For a while and of late
harsh hair-triggered spates
of such deep-seated hate
spews out of the gates
Lashing out unseemly
in rancor, anger
Haranguing extremely
in cocky clangor
As each ‘elite’ just knows they know best
no need listen to the smarter rest?