Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Am I a person shallow
attempting to act deep
and being fairly callow
the challenge proves too steep?
In Life’s glare I’m waning
while fumbling in bleak twilight
Perhaps only feigning
when charging hard for Insight?
But who’s not suspended in Life’s Mystery
between Heavenly Bliss and Hell Blistery?
Seas roaring, winds howling
Shredded clouds racing
under dark skies scowling
Wild whitecaps chasing
Above clean blown ocean
fowl soaringly strewn
sail in spray splashed motion
below moody moon
Crashing on to stolid rocks
waves implode, plundering
Washing over creaking docks
winds in gusts thundering
Watching in deep emotion
stirred by my life far flung
on wild waves of commotion
by raging regrets stung
My own past as well
been too windswept
then calmed in slow swell
relieved I wept
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-swell = the undulating movement of the surface of the open sea; particularly non-breaking waves following a storm
All day yesterday
felt drained, disaffected
mind in disarray
oddly disconnected
Couldn’t tap into the lode
few emotions stirred
weak words trickled, few flowed
blah images blurred
Thoughts hazy
fading away
Mind lazy
scattered astray
Gave myself the nod
in poor mind fogged
to stuff my old bod
calories logged
Traipsing on Craving’s cloying stage
a nauseous place at any age
On the global stage
as in the neighborhood
in offended rage
fly flags of victimhood
Sacred our right to be offended
& conceited, self indulgent
False pride vulnerable, distended
where selfishness reigns refulgent
When mired in stingy insularity
we lose out on brave solidarity
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-victimhood = here: of the usurped kind
edited 10/26/23 1530
My toiling life for years
just kept on grinding
Now soon out on my ears
time for unwinding
Lowering unseeing eyes
down from the horizon
earnestly trying apprise
I found much surprise in:
How poorly I have paid attention
how feeble, faulty my retention
Is your life barely OK
save for that odd celebration?
Wishing to live every day
in pulsating scintillation?
A robust sense of humor
is the sharp-edged lancet
that cuts out boredom’s tumor
So do cut loose, chance it!
Don’t languish in disquietude
just lighten up your attitude
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lancet = a small, extremely sharp bladed instrument used for surgery
My sweet childhood culture
made me feel much guilt
vexed me like a vulture
daily, to the hilt
Got me uncertainty inbuilt
of something vaguely guilty
left me watch all self esteem wilt
down to limp fish gefilte
Such rearing brought me to adult life
where it’s causing awkwardness & strife
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gefilte fish = a limp, soft dish from grinding several species of fish
Our keen shopping ideologue
in her gushing travelogue
pours over every catalogue
for stuff with apt epilogue
Ongoing bacchanalia
found at IKEA
of sharp paraphernalia
So here’s the idea:
That if she can snag
that which is plain out-sized
(except its price tag)
then she’ll be idolized!
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-epilogue = here: a purchase that fleetingly pleases – but not for long as that would slow down further purchases
Watch the mind meander
ambushing, springing
skirting facts & candor
us along-stringing
Mind hatches impudent plots
draws responses oblique
Cause & effect tied in knots
same excuses antique
Blurry mind clips squeak rudely
Like rusty shears of fear
whirl & creak & clack crudely
through tender feelings tear
Not until curbed the mind’s confusion
shall the heart beat in warm effusion
The day in nature dawns quietly, gently and unhurriedly. The day in the consumer world is impatiently forced open like a screechy metal sliding door on to the storefront that we have allowed society to become:
Screeching cacophony
just noise & rattle
profane, nothing holy
impatient prattle
But then ain’t our span of attention
as short as is long our pretension?