Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Life’s maddening throng
of importunity
with its hollow twang
of shrill disunity
While in fleeting stillness
we’re given the chance
at the flawless fullness
of Eternal Dance:
To be sensing the thrill
of Universe’s will
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importunity = persistence in solicitation
Who misses peace of mind
when feeling invincible?
Towards change disinclined
simply not convincible
How breezily we’re self-reliant
on course set obliviously!
Of solidarity defiant
while grabbing lasciviously:
Fleetingly our bodies do subsist
while our hearts & souls on the sick list
All throughout human history
we’re left wholly in the lurch
when it comes to Life’s Mystery
we flounder on endless search
While purposeful language
serves us well in the mundane
it leaves us to languish
when grappling with The Arcane
To debate what may lie Beyond
ain’t that a sure way to despond?
edited 03/27/24 145O
I’ve arrived at a stage
when finding most ‘news’ canard
of small use at my age
being somewhat a blowhard
What merely simulates
no longer stimulates
The wide world no longer
entices with what’s out there
While pulsating stronger
my heart & mind both right here
Staying calm around home, so far unbarred
while feeling wayward beyond my backyard
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?
Each morning fresh verse
incites my daily pace
For better or worse
each day another race:
A day that blithely sings
not one that mires mopingly
Its welcoming gate swings
fully open copingly
May our days be filled with grace
like flowers brimming their vase
Situation turns precarious
as Sole Super Power crumbles
Scary, while outright hilarious
how its Power Elite stumbles
Exceptionalism losing gloss
down to bare metal, corroding fast
World sneers at former presumed boss
History shows: Empires never last
Fading, ever steeped in arrogance
Super Power tries to butt in
Civilization won’t stand a chance
when someone presses The Button:
Humans yields to cockroaches its powers
as planet swirls, a space ball that glowers
Flowers tiny
Cushy carpets of tiny flowers are growing in our Spring backyard:
In simplicity arrayed
egalitarian
white & green colors cascade
clarions’s clarity
Swaying in pendulum play
with Springtime’s chilly breeze
Dancing precision ballet
harmonious their ease
Each flower a mere sliver
petals in slightest shiver
edited 09/13/22 2100
As loosen my Life’s moorings
I watch flowers unceasingly
awake in early mornings
my awe deepens increasingly
Long since I sailed close to capsize
on choppy seas of rancor
Now til blurry shores of demise
not long til weighing anchor
Until comes such time, veiled in mystery
striving to live now, not in history
Our poor Earth worn
since long turn leery
from too much scorn
by humans dreary
Sure looking up?
Nary hope
we’re in pileup
you dim dope!
So do look ahead
to soon dropping dead!