Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Years rushing by her
without slowdown
faster & faster
goes the countdown
Even without disaster
life is the hard taskmaster
So why live in blurred hurry
when to live well in the moment
with its own joy & worry
provides life’s inmost bestowment?
As humans we stagger
in endless desert
keeping up the swagger
digging for paydirt
While our lives set to go awry
why letting cowardice disgrace us?
Don’t despair & lie down & die
just one sand dune til the oasis!
Life’s purpose may be unknowable
at least to humans nebulous
but if in brief glimpses showable
ought that not get us emulous?
What if albeit just for this day
we’d grasp & walk Universe’s way?!
Am edging close to my life’s rim
blurred in opaque sketchiness
am hobbling on aging’s path dim
cobbled with much pettiness
That which lies beyond the mundane
sensed by the soul, knows not the brain
“Am dying to be slim”, the rat had told them. Life Itself listened in.
A rat rotund felt bereft
been bemoaning his plight
of being fat. Didn’t look left
skipped as well looking right
He stepped into traffic
met a fate most dire:
En end grisly graphic
crushed by a truck’s tire
When found at daybreak
he had been flattened slim
While friends in heartbreak
sort of happy for him
Be careful how you use hyperbole
it may just turn into reality!
Fruitless try mess with life’s mystery
humans like trees must shed their ‘leaves’
thus we’re are already history
For now rarely freed from life’s peeves
Although fruitful trying live with compassion
which gives Life meaning, be it out of fashion
Planet now gasps polluted
choked by foul breathing fossil fuel
Cannot be restituted
so who are we trying to fool?
If unshackling from what we’re doing
still leaves Earth drained, parched & heated
there cannot be any undoing
how our children have been cheated!
Even if we’d no longer deplete
and agreed upon zero growth
can we put an end to our conceit
& break away from under sloth?
Maybe try out frugality
which does have a winsome knack
instead of the banality
letting shopping have our back?
Better live forgoing
than perish elbowing
How come that I never tire
pedaling up such steepish hills?
Cause I get to blow off ire
while experiencing these thrills:
A calm mind blessed autonomous
Spared just tagging along sleepishly
on a life’s path synonymous
with over-consuming sheepishly
As well, be it fleetingly, spared the noises
of exigent contrived marketing voices
Hey, as you’ve noticed, kids
due to your grownups’ misuse
the world is on the skids
Harsh, but what’s your own excuse?
Ponder the wider scope
beyond merely trope
perhaps you can still cope
be it on tightrope:
Ahead lie hard balancing acts
so don’t delay learning the facts!
Under tire in front
at cheerful clip
goes the hurried hunt
for pavement strip
Gliding below trees pendulous
bestows us joy eternal
pedaling in Spring blessedness
hugged by miracle vernal
In peace of heart & mind
beyond most other kind
What is there really to vaunt
in a society busted?
Do we really want to flaunt
that we pretend we’ve adjusted?
Are we not more like in ’39
when the propagandized Nazi
thought ‘Im Vaterland ist alles fein!’
In denial we can not see
Now like then not merely inane
we’ve gone absolutely insane