Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Poems in English
Are we idling in the wings
until phone imposes?
Listlessly until it rings
then: All else forecloses!
In hyper connected times
everywhere a free zone
where lights up & crisply chimes
our exacting smartphone
Not long ago humans would interact
without smartphones in their hands to distract …
While new snappy language stilted
uses facts, logic wilted
no longer do they feel guilted
Delivery un-lilted:
in the youthful trend
of first initial burst
trailing off at end
speakers’ voice volume nursed
Guess for newfangled mangled effect
as what’s being said hard to detect?
Oh, with what speed it occurred
losing love of Reality
Oh, how easily line blurred
crossing over to Fantasy
Once there how to return
to sense & order
when bridges behind burn
sealing the border?
Didn’t contemplate what we would miss
lost now in Fantasy’s hug & kiss
With each & every breath
we are descending
the very stairs to death
when old: impending
Not owning a single day
our only bestowment
(while ever blooming cliche)
being each sole moment
So what? Anchors away!
Hold on to that toupee!
In-fashion words travel in herds
rolling easily of lips
of those fawning nattering nerds
lacking substance, merely quips
Carelessly dragging anchor
tearing up concern & anguish
dim projectiles of rancor
when not in effeteness languish
Few but fleetingly distinct
not too soon when gone extinct
‘Age’ ain’t necessarily 3/4 of ‘sage’. Start getting used to it!
There was this fellow called Brian
who made it through six full decades
From now on no longer a lion
as his years ahead shall cascade
He’ll be peering out from under his visor
and wonder how come he’s gotten no wiser
Think we’re saddled
with Leaders
bumbling, addled
non-readers?
Although they’re not lost at all
merely might have appeared effete
As found abundant their gall
when eager to please The Elite
helping Wall Street get replete
by robbing Main Street deplete
Not yet again (we’re aghast)
here comes the iconoclast:
No mere contrarian
but barbed barbarian
who steadfastly us lambast
Convenient in the moment
to buy what’s sold in plastic
but no peace of mind bestowment
as dereliction drastic:
Pernicious plastic everywhere
in human, flora & fauna cells
in groceries, crops, soil & air
in oceans, lakes, streams & water wells
So kids, shall not be solved by smile
or in cute selfies implore
To be saved from a future vile
won’t work trying to ignore
Parents who do not want to change
is an intransigent force
who shall continue to derange
while say they love you of course
But as their conscience is elastic
their engagement be at best spastic
Withdrawn, detached at life’s end
in most wondrous isolation
Sweet as blessing Heaven sent:
bestows in stillness elation
In Life is yearned
emotions clarified
Speech not just well-turned
but by thoughts edified
We may enjoy life well-disposed
when isolation self-imposed