Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Poems in English
Raises morning’s curtain
upon sunrise infused sky
Less bemused than certain
humans get scurrying, why?
How to discern when mired in a muddle
as distant planets coldly align?
Dreams fill oceans, insight the mere puddle:
don’t expect our days warmly benign
Lowers evening’s curtain on sunset infused sky
gone forever another scurrying day, why?
Before sunrise he’d be found
like clockwork our rooster
on his fiefdom’s barnyard mound
as his own best booster
Perhaps wound tightly
but hens find him knightly
Comes across sprightly
takes a stance uprightly
Repeatedly he must crow
to hear his own voice inflection
In dedication aglow
offers, as it is, protection
Aren’t we all doing our utmost
while taking good care not to boast?
To our neighbor on a birthday:
Our Yana is still (sort of) young
with mind crisp, of civilized tongue
What looks, heart, style & dare!
all exuded with such flair!
In her presence we’re left unsung
Aren’t 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 smart phone
Long gone when dialog was between two
now it takes a three- or foursome to coo
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three- or foursome = 2 persons + 1 or 2 smartphones involved
A limerick on a birthday of a neighbor who’s both an accomplished scientist & in his youth gymnast:
There was a youngish man called Igor
who treats all he meets with ardor
a man of great science
with strong self-reliance
Among Norse gods resembles most Thor!
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Why Thor? Because they both rather swing a thunderbolt hammer than just sit around and yammer
Were I to receive an insight
it may not bring my neighbor delight
but rather give him or her fright
notably if I chanced to be right
as one person’s presumed breakthrough
may show up others as cuckoo
Crisp days freshly dawn
hold hope of perfection
But by dusk forlorn
faded in dejection
Takes guts & strength of mind
never just by fingers’ snap
Sounds like same old tired grind
as joy doesn’t sit on our lap
So if we think it can be achieved
by just staying in the slipstream
we’re allowing us to be deceived
lost in that American Dream
where we’re entitled to score
while putting in less, not more
Refuse defenses
of both ‘panem’
& of ‘circenses’
best just ban’em
They provide spurious easement
distracting entertainment
mere superficial appeasement
in consumer containment
Such ‘adults’ in shorts:
keep celeb name-dropping
shopping, watching sports
snacks with extra topping
Won’t achieve Reality attainment
watching commercials & infotainment
Eating a tender ‘veal’ meal
brought to dinner table
with ugly, hardhearted zeal
Here’s goes the non-fable:
Cruelty we’re mislabeling
yes, how a calf becomes veal
This is what we are enabling
it’s a once in lifetime steal
He suffers alone the forlorn calf
put in dark bin to become ‘veal’
on pitiless meat eaters behalf
all his hoped-for joy they would steal
After months in the dark
posture hard to be shifted
calf cannot even walk
so weak he must be lifted
Then drawing his last breath
from Hell’s lonely bane
liberated by Death
from the gruesome pain
“My eating cheese, drinking milk
did not kill the milked cow!”
Well, you of indulgent ilk
it does, here’s when & how:
A milked out cow suffers five years
when slaughter ends her life in fears
If you’re part of the admass
lost, beguiled & propagandized
you’re on your ass in morass
unwittingly anesthetized
The MSM ain’t independent
rather the Elites’ co-defendant
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-admass = the part of society that is easily influenced by the mass media and advertising;
-MSM = main stream media