Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Poems in English
The ‘peace dividend’
since fall of Mastodon
seemed a heaven-send
in 1991
But the Pentagon
please try to cotton on
can’t but carry on
needed to bear down on
Despite it’s vainly bloat
it just won’t concede
a single tank, plane, boat
or other war steed
seemed at time providential
turned out inconsequential
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-cotton on = understand, or begin to understand
-1991 = the collapse of the Soviet Union (here: Mastodon)
Flower’s stalk bows bent
face down, pose dejected
but does she lament
her being rejected?
While I admired her entranced
who else might have noticed
spared but the briefest of glance
or feeling remotest?
Why would a single real life flower need to be seen
when several thousands can be pulled up on your screen?
Watch us when milling around
in misapplied gumption
rushing ragged always bound
up in pride, presumption
For once when God spoke
of our earthly rampage
did God share a joke
our burden to assuage?
Once in a while is my humble belief
that us poor humans could use some relief
The careerist know-it-all
with elite tries to blend
with supercilious gall
determined to ascend
He knows how ingratiate
of superiors kiss their butts
flatter, his CV inflate
Of rivals kick them in their nuts
Taps into people’s envy & fear
telling them the lies they wanna hear
In stillness we need not strive for more
as its wind embraces in warm whisper
The past doesn’t whimper, future doesn’t roar
Thoughts may blur, while emotions feel crisper
Into stillness we’re gladly brought
it’s a place where we may be taught
Crashing pizza delivery drone
hits customer with nose on smart phone
such is the pedagogy
of ‘talking’ by emoji
Got a taste of drone by AI flown
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
Advertised on blogs:
“These pass muster!”
about some hot dogs
“Pass the mustard!”
Maybe hot dogs look good
given a cursory glance
from where we had first stood
but if looked again, askance:
How & with what are hot dogs made
but poor mistreated animal parts?
The question we evade, dismayed:
How did they end up so cold, our hearts?
But don’t ask, just chomp, don’t tell!
If tastes good, ain’t then all well?
Knows a Seattle pluviophile
how its drizzle used to beguile
But by now it has gone in exile
these days instead downpours awhile
Memories linger longingly tender
of the long gone drizzle’s subtle splendor
Others we hate or fear
and regard with derision
We carry guns & sneer
amidst growing division
Facing constant suspicion
we’re piling up the munition
Self-defense our sole mission
sensing no need for contrition
Under the law of ‘stand-your-ground’
go ahead, fire another round!